The Story of a Young Woman

Sunday morning; everyone is comfortable enough to stay at home, enjoying their day off before starting to work again on Sunday. In this country people work from Monday to Saturday. A woman’s salary is always lower that man’s. In this country too, there are only two seasons which always stay strong. It is either very hot, or very cold. If it’s very hot, you can easily get exposed to sunburn, and if it’s very cold then you need at least three layers of clothes to stay warm outside. Here people have freedom choosing their religion own and belief. We tolerate one and another and never actually really care, there is no social interaction without any specific reason. Small talks are nothing  and only uneducated people do that.

Back to this present time; myself. Graduated student majoring civil engineering. Of course I have my personal reasons studied this subject, now I’m finally a secretary of a famous firm which is also well-known all around this country or even the world. I’m deadly serious. This firm is the oldest and the very first firm which succeeded winning some contracts internationally. As I said earlier, a woman’s salary will not ever be higher than man’s. No matter what the job is and no matter how heavy. No wonder within this kind of situation a man marries to two women in one time. A woman doesn’t need to work hard because in the end the salary doesn’t pay her sweat anyway. Marrying with only one woman is something embarrassing. People expel those men whose wife only one.

Once I was abroad to do a business trip for one week two days. At night right after my meeting is finished I was so curious and decided for the first time in my life trying the delectation of “marijuana”. When I reached the doorway of that place, someone said something while also staring at me in disgust, “what an ugly woman.” Me? An ugly woman? I’m tall, sexy tan, thin lips and tress hair, all of men in my country are drooling while looking at me from even the first sight. Then, what’s the definition of beautiful in this country? A short woman, pale skin like corpse and no hair at all? It’s just ridiculous. I was about to sink in my mind then a guy came across and told me, “hey girl. You can sit right beside me if you want.” So I walked slowly and sit next to him. I had been talking for one hour with him, and that moment until I realized a word which I’ve never heard before.

“Miss, let me tell you something. If women’s salary is lower than men’s no matter how, then it’s absolutely a discrimination.” Seriously, I have never heard about that “D” word before. Why does discrimination exist in my country but not in this country? Does that mean we have no “discrimination” word in my dictionary? There are so many new things that I learn from this country within a very short of time. A trip which is full of brainstorms. In my country, going abroad and having a very nice vacation is just for the rich. Price to make a passport is same as buying decent clothes that can last for five years. Sometimes it doesn’t just make sense, indeed. The more I went far away in this whole world, the more I saw many insane things. Like there are so many things in this life aren’t even written but remain true and happening, and after once I get back to my country I want to marry with more than just two men. I don’t want to miss the opportunity to gain a lot of income.

This short story is dedicated to Mister Helman, an awesome and friendly individual. We discussed a lot about this topic too. Thank you for bringing inspirations and an being an inspiring person.

Best regards,

Vita