Firstly, let’s be honest.
I don’t drive and neither have I learned yet. But I make up the 70% of women in Pakistan who like me, have yet to learn. As for the other 30% well, I salute them for their confidence and bravery. (Because well as we all know Pakistani traffic can get messy at times not to mention the barely there, traffic rules.)
Wait, did I just say confidence?
No sorry, I take that back. Because see, that’s where the problem lies. And that is the whole purpose of my article.

The need to be able to drive is for one’s own ease. So that you’re independent enough to transport from one place to another. Not relying on anyone but with your own free will. So that makes it a right, right? (pun intended)
Well men and women in Pakistan are given this right and both make full use of it. Unlike some countries like Saudi Arabia where women are deprived of it.

Well my question is, why is it that we women are given this right but are not confident about it?
We own the road as much as they(men) do.
We’ve earned our license just as they did then why are we not confident about our driving?

Why do we let them boss us around on the road?
Because we’re women?

Why do we allow the drivers of the opposite sex to give us those nasty looks when we stop at a signal?
Because we’re following traffic rules as per the oath we take when earning a license?
(But what would they know since majority of them don’t even have one.)

Why do we allow them to mouth out curses and use foul language for when we drive by them, while they’re stuck at a signal?
Because they’re to weak to bear seeing us women go ahead of them?

Why allow them to honk at you if you’re in front of them and they’re “god forbid” behind?
Because women are supposed to be a step behind men as per their stone age teachings?

Why is that when a woman makes a traffic mistake the gender is blamed but when a man does, it’s just a “mistake” and let it go with throwing a few rupees?
Because we’re women?

Why are they allowed to snarl and laugh every time they see a woman behind the wheel as if its something so unusual and hilarious?
Because we’re women?

So pardon us if we’re too busy following the rules to stay safe and are not “bad-ass” like you if that’s what you call it.
Sorry if our driving is too slow for you because as I mentioned before, Safety First. Yes, even before your ego.
Excuse us if we could care less for bribery and would rather solve an issue legally and the civilised way.
Sorry for not being a man because why would we even want to when we’re women!

This goes for both men and women respectively,
If you’re educated enough to drive then you’re educated enough to respect one another.
If you’re educated enough to drive then you’re educated enough to embrace your rights with confidence!

[This article was solely based on personal observations and experiences not targeting any specific gender or group. So please read if you want to and ignore if you want to. Agree or Disagree. As for criticism there’s no cure for that yet! Also, I do not own the copyrights of the images used.]


Fear of what?

As it trickled down from between my legs it felt warm. Kind of soothing. Considering how the rest of my body felt numb by now. It was harshly cold. And dark. It had just snowed today so there was this white blanket wrapped around the whole neighborhood. Only if it were a warm one.
At least eight minutes had passed since I had been standing here. I knew that because Mrs.Greenspan taught us that sixty seconds make up a minute and I had counted till sixty, eight times by now. Just how much longer till I went back inside and snuggled in my warm bed?, no idea. You never know what’s going through Baba’s mind.

Eight minutes earlier,
She came down sliding from the bannister. All washed up, nice and clean and ready for dinner with Baba. An occasion which occurred twice in a year, or if she was lucky even thrice.
“Baba! I’m back, what are we having today?”, she curiously asked while peeking through all the rooms looking for him.
The door to the basement was open which meant he was probably down there.
“Baba? Are you down there?”, she yelled out while still at the first step. She could not get herself to go all the way down as it was too dark and cold, two of her biggest fears.
“Yes, come down. We’ll be having dinner down here. Uncle Mosby’s here too.”, he answered.
Uncle Mosby, this man never meant well. He was her Baba’s best friend but she disliked him.
“Can’t you come upstairs? It’s dark and cold down there and I’m afraid. Please?”, she willingly asked hoping that he would.
But who was she kidding. After a few minutes of no response she finally heard footsteps. As they came near she had guessed as always, something wasn’t t quite right.
Grabbing her arm Baba pulled her aside. He smelled of that green glass bottle he once made her fetch for him, down the alley in Harlem.
“Afraid of what you said!? ┬áThe dark and cold? Rubbish! What are you three? Is that how I raised you, to be a wimp!” he yelled while shaking her thoroughly. She just stood there expressionless, wide-eyed ready for what was about to happen next.
He led her to the kitchen and dragged her out the door into the backyard.
“Afraid of the dark and cold you said? Well you’ll be spending the rest of the night out here missy until you learn how to be a man. Hear me?” he dictated as they scurried out onto the pathway.


A total of twenty minutes had gone by now. It was getting chillier and darker as time went by and I had praised myself a million times till now for keeping my socks on or else god knows how I’d be standing out here! My appetite had vanished completely. All I wanted was to go back inside and apologize to Baba, hoping he would let me go back to my room. Must be warm and cosy there, I thought while staring at the window. I looked down and saw my pee had frozen onto the pavement. It actually made me laugh a little. I could not wait to tell my friend Nicholas about this for when me meet. Only if I made it out of here alive, that is.



Everything seemed so beautiful or perhaps it was just confined to her emotions?
She didn’t know.
All she knew was that today nothing could go wrong. It all felt like a fairytale, just as the ones she would secretly hear her neighbor reading to her child every night.
A shining sun, clear blue skies, white birds flying just above and the deep blue ocean.
How lucky must these people be who get to see this everyday, she thought to herself and smiled secretly inside.
She had a feeling she might become amongst the fortunate very soon.
Just the thought of it made her full of joy and she clutched the neatly tied pink box as tight as ever.
Skipping through the cobblestone alleys and curiously observing the surroundings they finally stopped at a green door.
Her father let go of her hand, turned towards her and said,
“You remember what I taught you right?”, to which she obediently nodded.
He then knocked.

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Everyone always told her that she looked exactly like her mother. The same eyes, rosy plump lips and jet black hair. But she would never take their word seriously, not until she had seen for herself. Mother had gone away to live with her momma and baba in some other country, as she was told. Nothing seemed wrong about this whole arrangement. In fact, it was very sweet of momma that she went to look after her parents. If she were in her place she’d had done the same. She felt pride in her momma.
It was always fine for when she felt lonely she’d always long for a person who’d hug her tightly, kiss her forehead and talk to her all night long. Who could that person be perhaps? A question she always asked herself. Not her Baba for sure. He was never home.
Ever since her Baba had informed about them going to surprise momma on her birthday there hadn’t been a single night she had slept properly. The excitement and curiosity was too much for her little self to handle. Even Baba had begun to notice her and started showing a bit affection ever since.
Everything was perfect as it should be and she couldn’t have asked for anything more.


The twisting sound of the door knob made her come back to reality. She for a moment had totally been lost in her own sweet thoughts as always. She straightened up her posture and elevated her gaze towards the door.
“Surprise Momma!”, she yelled as she was told.
The butterflies in her stomach which were fluttering uncontrollably, suddenly came to a stop.
A handsome looking half naked man almost as old as her Baba was standing at the door asking who we were looking for.
“That’s not momma”, she silently thought to herself.