By Zainab Hussainia.

  She is the heartbeat of the house, the glue that holds us all together, the humble servant, and the sacrificing saint. There is no role in life that is more essential than the one she performs effortlessly day in and out, and there will never be enough words to truly capture the essence of what she does. This Mother’s Day, we at Sedit started off with the simple idea of wanting to celebrate all the fierce mamas out there. We asked our readers to share a little something about their moms, and were pleasantly overwhelmed with how many of you sent in kind and compassionate words. We want to thank each and every one of you for your submissions, as so many of you opened up and spoke from the heart. There was one story of bravery and resilience, sent to us by Zainab Hussaina, that truly resonated with our team. Today, we celebrate this young writer, her mother, and their journey together. Here is what Zainab had to say about her incredible mother: 

 I was born in the sand dunes and blinding heat of Sindh. It was a small village called Berani Got. My father was a landlord who owned almost all of the village and had married my mother by force. Their relationship was strained because he never let her out of our haveli or let her make any important decisions. That changed when I was born. Being a girl, my father strictly prohibited me from getting any education. The village was strictly male-dominated and his fellow landlords kept their daughters within closed walls too because it wasn't 'izzatdar' for a woman to even step out of the house. There wasn't a single school for girls in the whole village. My mother had enough though. She fought with him so I could have a bright future unlike herself but my father threatened to divorce her if she kept fighting so she took me and together we left for Karachi. The city was a stark contrast to the place where I grew up. The blinding sun was now drowned out by the striking neon lights. People buzzed around everywhere filling me with adrenaline for the unknown. I wasn't ready for the drastic change in our finances. Back in the village, I had a personal servant at all times. We truly lived a blissful life. My mother started working in a packing factory to make ends meet. I began studying and worked day and night on a sewing machine to pay off the rent of our small apartment. 

'We spent years in sweat and tears, mother and daughter learning to move in the advanced world. This strengthened our bond deeply and I started loving her for being so strong and independent.''

I completed my MBBS degree from Agha Khan a few years later. When my mother saw me in my graduation gown, her face morphed into the proudest look and I knew that all our struggle was worth it. My father learning of my success invited me back to the Goth where I was welcomed with bhangras and gulab jamun. I had finally earned my mother and I the respect we always deserved. It was because of her that I dared to dream and make them come true. She made me into a strong independent woman and I'll always admire her for that. It's true. Only a woman can make a home and a future at the same time.

Thank you Zainab for sharing this. We want our growing community to know that your life journey matters to us.  We hope to see more of our young and vibrant community sharing and inspiring us with their stories too. Thank you to all the other participants we are listening to you!

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