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Revolution Begins With Simple Steps and a Little Bit Of Chaos
I picture the bustling seaport of Karachi, the city where I was raised, as a woman.
The common conception is that Karachi is a masculine entity because of the businesses that are associated with it. Karachi is reduced to the fast life and one dimensional labels such as ‘metropolis’ when neither are able to perfectly emulate who Karachi is.
Karachi spends each day in chaos, coming home with new wounds and then scratching at those wounds like a child does until the wounds fade and bleed and form into scabs that leaves a scar that will last a lifetime. Much like the experience of being a woman here.
Karachi and I have this in common: we both love the chaos.
In school, I would spend hours arguing with boys in Sociology class, reaching the end of my patience, but still trying to maintain composure. I spent hours arguing with teachers who tried to ‘educate me’ on what being a woman means. They tried constantly to reduce womanhood into a single sentence, while there wasn’t even a discussion on manhood.
The question remained.
Why do we need such narrow words to define womanhood when manhood is a free falling 2-syllable word that’s not restricted by anything.
