HARMATTAN: THE AUTHOR

A cold world we live in.

Dearest reader,

This author sends you his sincere greetings, on the evening of this very auspicious day (Jumuah), I can’t help but remind you to say yourself a prayer. The evening is auspicious for a reason. In my hopeless attempt to being an author inspired from a cold bath, I forgot it was harmattan and laid my skin bare to air eagerly writing without as much as a smudge of lotion, alas it is with great displeasure that I tell you “I'm whiter than snow”

This faux charade of pretense goes on, one where I fool you into reading a chapter of my insipid thoughts and you convince yourself that whatever you have read was worth devoting your priceless attention to. If that is still the case here goes nothing:

Behold an outburst, an outcry, a spur of concern from a friend, a dear one no less, after she had filled my stomach with compliments from the essay yesterday, she took a tangent to mention to me a rather concerning issue — at least to her it was.

The scene was set as she narrated the incident that a lot of you readers have in one way or the other heard about on Twitter (a rather poor decision by Elon to call it X, shame on you Elon).

A tale of feminism and the plights of deferment from the right path, the only path no less, while I am not interested in the man’s poor decision or a spiteful one in my lackluster opinion, I found it rather intriguing to talk about the elephant in the room, the one a lot of us (the critically sane ones) have had enough of.

I may step on your toes, get on your nerves but I beseech your dearest, to indulge me or disagree with me, either way you're winning in control

See!, you know me so well, you predicted me writing winning. God!!!, I need to do better and become an author you look forward to reading from.

FEMINISM

This rather silly word stinks, to me it’s just a whole bunch of crap, a greek gift given to women to give them a sense of pseudo-empowerment, like there was ever a time that women have lacked power or purpose. Even Hunain (my cat) hisses at this silly word.

Ain’t she pretty?? Say Hello to her in the comments.

It’s so distasteful that a bunch of airheads are trying to tell us that men and women are equal. Yuck!!! Absolute nonsense. You mean to tell me I’m strong enough to carry a baby for 9 months then induce labour, then that baby, however cute will need to be breastfed by ME!!! Gimme a break please, I am not that strong!! I can’t deal with a baby crying, it breaks my heart, yet these mothers with so much compassion care for these weak humans. Excuse me! — what is that strength? Left to me, I’ll whoop that baby’s ass till he stops crying (Just kidding !!!, I’ll probably cry with the baby) .

Yet Allah in his wisdom says “Men are stronger …”, baffling yet it really isn’t. Walk with me, dearest, grab a jacket, it’s freezing but let’s discuss this.

If Omar is known to be strong, so strong he splits logs of wood by tearing them apart with his bare hands, yet with this much strength he can’t run half of a yard without panting like a worked dog and an 8 year old Aisha can run so much more than that without breaking as much as a sweat, Does that make Aisha stronger than Abdullah, or Abdullah stronger than Aisha in running. They are both strong, just two different fields. Their strengths don’t require comparison, that would just be unfair.

Exactly is the case of men and women as well, beyond the propaganda and the fake idelas, Men and women have different tendencies, rationale, emotional intelligence. They apply them differently, A generalization that men are bad from experiences, hearsay or tales does not in fact account for all men, viz-a-viz women. (You, woman, are wicked though 😂😂). The point is, comparison leads to dissatisfaction, we all have our strengths and weaknesses, (mine is a woman that can fry dodo, small dodo like this, I’ll tell you my deepest darkest secrets)

If you’re always looking to compare, you’ll never be happy with whatever. There are bad men and there are good men. May Allah adorn us with the best of people and the best of characters to keep them close as well.

This author is exhausted from thinking too much but hopefully you get the point. Hunain fell asleep by the time I finished this piece, my lovely girl

From your lackluster author with love. — Draq