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Tell Her That She Can, and She Will

I was tagged by a friend of mine to post a photo of myself in order for us women to #EmpowerEachOther so I want to tell you about 2 things :


1. The picture below depict me in China, 2015. A travel of my life. I saved money for a year to go there, traveled with the itinerary of our own making, neither of us spoke Mandarin and none had traveled in winter time ever before. I got lost in a packed of people by myself, experienced the dullest new year of my lyfe, got yelled at ; was scared as hell, so worried that we'll be scammed in every steps of our ways, first time spending the night at the airport and on sleeper train, hiked Forbidden City for 3 hours wearing my 8 kgs backpack, went to 3 cities in a row. We traveled China for 6 days and experienced lots of new-and all-happy things, nevertheless!

2. I never told you why I took "The Little Women" as my name.

Growing up, I saw that somehow our world focus only on its men, putting us women to the sides.

We were ask to "tone down" if we ever want to find our men, we were taught that "silence costs a thousand" and no one wants us to find our voice ever, because our voice are so "emotionally driven" that we can't manage anything but our households only (household as in just around its chores, the kitchen and child stuffs, mind you)

Some of our men do not allow us to work, to take our education further or even wanting us to grow to become the very best version of our own.

For "there are great women behind every great men" as in why??? Why must we be "behind" them if we can stand with them, side by side?

For this world consist of their men AND their women and of course all of us wants to give our best to the world, gender asides.

So I want our girls to be proud of being girls, to believe in themselves, to be strong, strong-willed, wild and forever free.

I want them to believe that they can.

They can move mountains and they will.

Ananda Khaira Azizah,
Pekanbaru, 
21 Agustus 2020.
6am.



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