Recollections Of A Naughty Muslimah

XY

To all those who are gawking at the title and wondering what on earth this update is about, then let me have you know: this update is about everything under the sun having the chromosomes XY!

I'm not even kidding. Frustration is what has driven me into writing this.

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Since the time I've been able to ponder on life and understand the divine plan, there have been three things about me I've been immensely proud about: my religion, my gender and my nationality. They are something I'd never change no matter what the circumstances are. No amount of bribery or hypnotism can make me give them up. They are aspects which define me to a whole extent. They are what I'm made of; my pride, my identity.

Unfortunately, most having the XY chromosomes don't seem to appreciate the second thing I hold most dear. Not just me but in general, they do not respect girls who do not dance according to their whims and fancies. If we dare to go against them, we are their foes; if we speak up, we are egotistical and if we don't agree with them, we are ignorant. And I'm not even speaking about our mahrams! I'm speaking about common people, more specifically common males who try to come in contact with us without a necessity. I, for one, cannot understand why they want to do so. I'm dead set against the mere idea of it.

As of now, I have seen two decades on planet earth and have never had male friends after a certain age (which may I add is 10). To be honest, I do not understand why I should interact with them. I have female friends all over the world and I'm beyond content. There is no need for me to extend a hand of friendship to males; I do not like unnecessary interaction with them. I don't find it appealing in any sense. It in fact makes me feel gross.

Let me make it clear that I'm not against talking with males when a need arises. I do contact the bus conductor when I have to travel back and forth to college. Auto drivers and shop keepers are people I talk to on a daily basis too. This is a necessity. I can't expect someone else to do it for me. I have no qualms with this.

What I hate is coming into contact with them without a reason. Thanks to the modern day inventions, all of it has become way more easier in the past few decades. I wouldn't be suprised if the shaitan has stored all of his feed in his laptop and uses the networking sites to promote his works. He does it actually without us even being aware of it. He manages to lucidly draw us into his web and makes us defend our acts.

With regret I admit that there have been a number of people trying to contact with me. Whatsapp, Hike, Insta, text messages, blank calls and whatnot.

I receive a series of blank calls and no one even responds to my 'hello'. I receive text messages from people I don't know. Love messages pop up randomly in Hike and Whatsapp earning my ire. No matter how many times I reject their follow request on Instagram, some fools just don't get the hint.

These are nothing unusual for many females out there. All of us experience it. It makes me question if those guys even consider us human beings. Just like anyone else, I hate being seen as an object. I hate people objectifying females. They make me want to stand up and yell out aloud 'we are your other halves, not some entertainment piece you dumbos. We are not to be objectified'. Sadly, they don't seem to care as long as they are satisfied. Even wattpad is no different these days.

Once I received a message:

'Hi Bushra, how are you?'

I naturally assumed it to be a friend and I do have a female friend in that name. So I texted back just to make sure.

Excuse me. Do I know you?

The reply arrived:

No. You won't.

I double checked and then saw the guy on the profile and literally face-palmed myself. The gall of the guy to text me as if he knows me! What followed is History!

This is just one example. I receive a lot more and they are too gross to be typed out. Initially, I used to call them names and then block them. Now, I just ignore such people on wattpad. The other apps, I block them at the first message.

All the innovative ways they try to initiate a conversation makes me want to laugh out aloud. What they do not know is that I'd never reply and their attempts are futile. Utter waste.

Owing to the number of people who irritate me, anybody in my place would have lost hope in males. I was on the verge of losing it too but then, something happened!

I had subscribed to a Markhaz on Whatsapp for receiving periodic messages and reminders two years ago and a few months ago, I received a message which contradicted something I've believed for a long time. As soon as I saw the reminder, I typed out a question and sent it without a second thought. I wasn't thinking straight. I wasn't in my right sense and so didn't even wish the person nor did I use the safe word 'brother'. Only after I hit the send button did my actions dawn upon me to my utter mortification (I know, Rida gets the habit from me🙈).

The reply came a while later. Politely worded out, wishing me and attached to it was the word 'sister'. In doing so, that brother earned something very difficult for a male to earn--my respect!

There have been other male readers on wattpad leaving messages on my message board and I respect that too. I respect the fact that they respect me enough to not try to contact me privately. But trying to bombard me in the comment section of someone else's book is not something I appreciate (yes, that's a jab at someone who will never read my works. Sorry bro your ideology in itself switches on my temper. Can't help it).

Growing up, I have been exposed to a lot of brutal truths since I've paid heed to everything around me. As a result of it, I don't trust anyone with XY male chromosomes (leaving out my father). I don't believe in my prince coming on white horseback and sweeping me off my feet. But at the same time, I don't detest males either for I know there are good ones who don't try to contact us females.

I live in reality and I'm always extra cautious. I've learnt to maintain a sensible head on my shoulders after years of practice.

All what I've got to say to those who don't know the value of girls is just this:

You were given birth by a woman, will marry one and at some point of time in your life, have one of your own. Inspite of knowing this if you still couldn't learn to respect us, you are pathetic! I pity you!

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