This project shows why women
should be educated through an essay and a poem. The essay is based mostly off
of “Malala’s Mission” by Alessandra Potenza. The poem also incorporates a book
with the article. This project also shows the perspective of a person with an
eating disorder. The poem and the diary entries are not necessarily the same
perspective, but are both based on eating disorders.
Malala’s Mission
– Alessandra Potenza
In
many parts of the world, girls are uneducated. Here in the United States
females have the luxury of education, but in places like Afghanistan and
Pakistan, they don’t. Girls have to fight to go to school. In the article
“Malala’s Mission”, Alessandra Potenza informs the reader about Malala Yousafzai,
a young Pakistani girl who spoke up for women’s rights. The author demonstrates
to the reader that Malala Yousafzai is a person to look up to.
The
message that Malala is a role model for many females is portrayed throughout
the article. The article starts with, “Life changed forever for 15- year old
Malala Yousafzai on Oct. 9, 2012. On her way home from school that day in
Pakistan, two members of the Taliban flagged down her school bus, and one of
them shot her in the head.” This paragraph introduces Malala’s character. It
shows the reader her importance and strength. She is important because the
Taliban bothered searching for her. She is strong because she survived a bullet
through her head. These characteristics shaped her into a person to look up to.
The author then says that Malala had been speaking out for women’s rights since
2008. This shows that she is persevering and further supports that Malala is a
strong and important role model for many.
To
support her claim that Malala is a role model, Alessandra Potenza includes an
interview with her. In the interview Potenza asks Malala what she would say to
the Taliban who tried to kill her. Malala replies, “‘So I [would] tell them
education is important, and the view they have that education is not allowed in
Islam is totally wrong. In Islam, it is said that education is not only each
child’s right, but it’s compulsory. So [the Taliban] should definitely study Islam
because I think they don’t really know it yet.’” This shows that Malala is not afraid to say what she thinks. The
inclusion of Malala’s interview helps the reader understand how great of a role
model she is. Her words show that it is important to speak up for your beliefs.
Someone who can speak up is a true leader.
This
article reminds me of Khaled Hosseini’s novel, A Thousand Splendid Suns. Both literary works demonstrate the
Taliban’s view on women’s education. Khaled Hosseini and Malala Yousafzai both
understand that the Taliban use Islam as a reason to detract as much power as
they can from women. Being a Muslim myself, I agree with Malala in that the
Islamic religion does not say that women should be deprived of education, but
instead that every child’s education comes first. After reading this article, I
understand that education is a gift that I should cherish.
BIBLIOGRAPHY: Potenza, Alessandra. "Malala's
Mission." Upfront Magazine 17 Nov. 2014: 1-24. Print.
Women's Education
Many don’t embrace the luxury
Of attending school for free
There are places where education is rare
But in America, it’s everywhere
Pakistan takes this privilege away
At home, is where the girls have to stay
Education is only for boys
The girls do not get a choice.
In Afghanistan it is the same
At home, the women remain.
The Taliban believe this is right
So girls have to speak up and fight.
My women’s education poem was inspired by two literary works. One work was an article about Malala Yousafzai and the other, A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini. Both talk about women’s education in the Taliban’s perspective. I believe strongly in this issue because I am a Muslim myself and disagree with the Taliban’s ideas just like Malala and the characters in Khaled Hosseini’s novel. After reading the book, I researched further and found the article. Malala’s interview portion clearly expresses my thoughts and therefore I decided to write a poem on it.
The Plate
When the plate remained the same
A warm feeling reached my heart
When the plate remained the same
It slowly started to fade
When the plate remained the same
I saw the pitiful looks
When the plate remained the same
I felt the hurtful glare
When the plate remained the same
The guilt spread through my body
When the plate remained the same
I looked for my reflection
But nothing was to be seen.
I once read the memoir, Stick-figure by Lori Gottlieb. It was the diary of a young girl going through an eating disorder. Before reading this book I didn’t understand why someone suffering anorexia or bulimia for example, couldn’t just eat. The diary opened my mind and really made me empathize for patients with an eating disorder. I decided to write a poem in the perspective of an anorexic patient to help readers empathize for the people suffering.
Excerpts
from my journal:
Dear Reader,
I
think I have to eat less… Even my schoolmates have noticed the extra flab on my
body. I just don’t understand why I’m so much fatter than everyone else! I
exercise and try to eat healthy, but it doesn’t work. I guess I just have to
cut down on how much food I eat.
Dear Reader,
I
was running late and the bus was about to leave so I skipped breakfast. Okay,
well… that isn’t really why. I haven’t been eating breakfast for the past week,
but I’m not losing any weight. I guess it’s because I get way too hungry at
lunch and eat even more than usual. How do these kids keep it up?
Dear Reader,
I
didn’t eat breakfast nor lunch today! Mother didn’t notice because she had to
leave for work early and was in a rush, thank the lord. I wonder what she would
think if she knew I had given my lunch to my schoolmates. Between me and you, I
wanted them to get fat so I wouldn’t be lonely.
Dear Reader,
Mother
has noticed that I haven’t been eating lately. She shouted at me to finish my
food today at dinner, it was hard because I didn’t even start. Finishing the
food made me sick, I barely ever ate anymore. It’s getting much easier to skip
my meals. At breakfast, Mother is usually too much in a rush to notice if I ate
or not. Sometimes when she doesn’t have work though, I have to make something
up. Lunch is the easiest meal to skip. I save my lunch money on books and spend
the period reading or catching up on homework instead of eating. Dinner… is the
trickiest. The past week I skipped dinner, I was sick, I had a headache, I was
tired, and sometimes I had too much homework. Every excuse was followed with,
“I’ll eat later!” but that promise never came true.
Dear Reader,
I
am finally kind of skinny. Most of my flab is gone and I feel better than ever.
Everyone in school sees it too! They’ve been asking me things like, “Have you
been eating?” or “You lost a lot of weight… you alright?” I’ve never been more
proud of myself.
Dear Reader,
I
failed a test. In my whole life, I’ve never gotten below an 80. Mother
threatened to take me to a doctor if I don’t start eating again because in her
mind, my test grades and my eating habits have a connection. Hah! What a fool.
I’m so not going to eat, especially if it means I’ll be fat again.
Dear Reader,
I
weighed myself today. In two months I lost half of my body weight. I never even
exercised; all I did was skip meals. Well yeah… I got a little hungry sometimes,
but for these results, I’ll do anything.
Dear Reader,
I’ve
been feeling a little nauseated lately. I haven’t told Mother because like
everything else, she would blame it on my lack of eating just like how she
blamed my fatigue. I’m slightly
embarrassed to write this, but I’ve been constipated too. Maybe I should drink
some more water and rest.
Dear Reader,
I
woke up this afternoon in an unfamiliar room. The smell of floor cleaner
greeted my nose. When I opened my eyes, I saw Mother sitting in the corner of
the room. Her eyes were somewhere far away, they were puffy and red and tears
stained her cheeks. What have I done?
Dear Reader,
I’ve
been in the hospital a few days and Mother hasn’t said a word to me the whole
time. She just stares out the window, with those distant eyes. I asked her what
happened over and over, but she didn’t reply. The nurse was the one who told me
that I wouldn’t wake up the morning I was sent to the hospital. Apparently, my
mother was freaking out when she called the ambulance. While the nurse gave me
a tray of food she told me that I had to eat, or else the same thing would
happen again. I didn’t know what was wrong with skipping my meals, but seeing
my broken mother made me eat every last bit of food on the tray. It was the
hardest thing I ever did. I didn’t feel any better after, actually worse, but
the nurse assured me that it would be like this in the beginning. She also told
me that I might throw up a lot and feel miserable, but to keep eating because
in the end it would be the best for everyone.
Dear Reader,
That
day I got to look in the mirror. I didn’t recognize my reflection. I looked
like a person in a five year old’s drawing…a stick figure. I started to cry, how could have I been that
stupid? My schoolmates were not complimenting my weight loss. My mother wasn’t
the fool, I was. I must have said my thoughts out loud because the nurse
reassured me that I was a very smart person who just made a wrong choice.
Everyone makes mistakes; it’s a part of life.
From,
Alex