International Day of the Girl

To my dearest sisters, worldwide:

I'm sorry. It really isn't fair.

It's not fair that I was born in Canada and you weren't - and that decides which one of us is able to read and write this letter.

It's just not fair.

It's not fair that because you're a girl in a certain part of the world at a certain point in history, you're not allowed to go to school.

I'm a girl in that same point in history - and because I live in a different part of the world, in a different culture and class, I'm allowed to go to school.

It's not fair that you're sold into prostitution against your will. It's not fair that you'll marry at thirteen and be abused by your 40-year-old husband. It's not fair that literacy is deemed unnecessary for you because all you'll ever do is cook, clean, tend to children, and sell at the market. It's not fair that you'll grow up and be cheated by loan sharks because you don't understand interest.

I get how unfair it is and I wish I could just come and teach you how to write - because this words-girl here can't even imagine not having the precious, precious ability to write.

It almost hurts to think about it.

And here I am sitting in high school stupidly trying to earn high 90s and I feel like if you were in my place all you'd want is to learn.

I feel like the high 90s wouldn't matter to you. You'd simply be thankful for the knowledge, wisdom, gifts you were acquiring.

Yeah, it sucks. It's not fair and I'm sorry I forget about you and spend my energy sweating over my education.

And you're just wishing for one. 

But girl, there is hope! You would not believe all I've been reading this week. There are all these people coming together and calling for education for you. 

Yes - people are starting to understand that it's not fair.

There's this girl, just like you and me. Her name's Malala. You would not believe how many people she's inspired to fight for education. 

Some people tried to silence her with a gun - but a year later, her voice, crying out for education for all, is stronger and louder than ever.

And sister, here's my promise to you:

I promise that I will always use my literacy to fight for you. I promise that I'll never use my education to take advantage of you, but to let the world know about you. About how unfair it is. How all the scales are tipped against you.

I promise I'll always use my ability to write to cry out on your behalf. 

I hope you'll be able to write back soon.

With all my love, support and respect. ❤

Happy International Day of the Girl!

A Writing Award, A Courageous Girl and Our Basic Right

Back in March, I won a provincial writing award for this piece. Total God-thing, more on that at the end.

The Moment It Went Dark

based on true events

Later, you’ll find it a little ironic and kind of symbolic that they chose your head. Not your heart or lungs, but your head - more specifically, your brain - the thing they didn’t want you to develop. 

However, right now, in this millisecond between the moment the bullet connects with your skull and the moment everything goes black, everything flashes before your eyes.

Your first day of school. The anticipation and excitement, the strict discipline and the reverent thankfulness because you know what a privilege this is. You’re nearly bursting with joy at the thought - you will be a literate woman.

Throughout the days you soak in all the knowledge, all the wisdom, that this place called school has to offer. The smell of the dusty chalkboards and the feeling of the hard wooden chairs and desks - you wouldn’t trade it for anything. The sounds of girls writing and asking questions sparks a sweet feeling in your chest. You know you must share this amazing gift with all the girls of your country. So, at a tender young age you become an advocate. You speak out against cultural boundaries and social stigmas, because girls deserve education just as much as boys.

You make progress. More girls are going to school, and you have become somewhat of an icon, although you don’t really see yourself as one. People know your name. Sometimes, you’re even stopped in the street by someone who tells you how amazing and courageous you are. You’re told that you’re a hero. Then the trouble begins.

They ban girls’ education. You’re upset, but remain optimistic. You think everything will be okay. Your school closes for awhile, but not for long. Soon you’re able to return to school, even though the ban hasn’t been lifted. They aren’t the government, so technically it isn’t illegal, but they have power, because they instill a gripping fear on the people of your county. You and the other girls who continue to go to school know the risks of your blatant disobedience.

Only ten girls continue to attend school. This saddens you. The classroom is sparse and quieter than usual. Even some of your teachers are not present. The mood is less lively and the girls are low-spirited because of the effect the ban has had on girls’ education. You all live in fear of your school being attacked by those opposed to girls’ education. You all make do, though, and you continue to learn. As long as you and others who want to can learn, you are happy, and that sweet feeling in your chest continues.

You continue to be a young advocate for girls’ education. You write (because you know how!) and you speak to groups of people when invited to. For years and years, girls have been denied education in your country, but you can see an end to that. You see hope. You feel motivated, and although there’s reason to be afraid, you’re not.

However, soon the death threats start. One day, while you’re walking home, someone calls after you, “I’ll kill you!” You’re not sure if they are talking to you or not, but terror suddenly rushes through you. You feel yourself panicking and you practically run all the way home.

Soon, you are sure they’re talking to you. The threats become stronger and more clearly directed towards you.

This won’t stop you, though. You will not back down. You continue to attend school, as do some of the other girls. You continue to stand up to them - those who say girls can not attend school. The teachers try their best to protect you and your classmates. “Do not wear a uniform, or brightly coloured clothes,” they say, “It will draw unwanted attention.” You follow their guidelines as closely as possible, but you know that because of your minor fame and very public defiance, you can do little to protect yourself while traveling to and from school.

Today started like any other day. You wake up and get dressed in a very average, non-schoolgirl-type dress. You walk through the dusty streets to the bus and ride with your friends. You get to school and learn math, writing and science. The clicks of chalk against the chalkboard and the murmurs of girls excited to learn delight you. You love it. Like you do everyday, you wish every girl got this opportunity. You get on the bus to go home. You ride with your friends. You step out off the bus, and hear the gunshot. You gasp, and everything goes black.

On October 9th, 2012, Malala Yousafzai, a young Pakistani schoolgirl and an outspoken advocate for girls’ education was shot in the head by the Taliban because of her advocacy. Against all odds, she survived and is now recovering in hospital. Her courage is an inspiration to us all.

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My teacher introduces this writing contest two months before the deadline. I pick up the form and it collects dust for two months. 

The day I think it's due, I run up to her and ask if there's still time. She says it was supposed to be due yesterday, but she can give me two more days, give it to her on Friday. 

Thursday night I sit and stare at a blank New Document for two hours. And then I just write. 

Somehow, all that up there came out. 

God's cool like that.

And then, they made a video about it, and I got to share a little bit about my passion for giving a voice to the voiceless and about Him who gives me strength. It was such a God-thing: 

My segment starts around the 8:35 mark.

RSS readers/email subscribers: Here's the link to the video. :)

The most common question I got: Why Malala?

Because - she is so courageous. Because from the moment I heard about her I was so inspired by this girl almost exactly the same age as me - and just as passionate about giving a voice to the voiceless.

I consider myself an advocate, yet I ask myself, would I be so brave? How easily could I have been Malala, born into the world of an illiterate woman, and would I really have stood like she does?

Malala Yousafzai inspired me, and I so wanted to share her story through my words, somehow stand with her in this small way.

And why am I sharing this now, you ask? Three months after the award was presented to me?

Because - this Friday is Malala's 16th birthday, deemed #MalalaDay. To mark the day, Malala will make a public address at the United Nations in New York, demanding action in the fight for universal education and proving that the bullet to her head will not silence her. Read more here.

via @_girlwithabook

That man who stepped on the bus and shot Malala last October - he failed. Because she will continue her fight for education for all. Malala will not stay silent - she will continue to stand up for every child who will not attend school today, tomorrow, possibly ever.

We can stand with her. You can sign this petition to add your voice to the growing group who will stand with Malala on Friday, demanding education for every child.

It is one of our Millennium Development Goals - achieve universal primary education.

via @WeCanEndPoverty

It's not too late. Malala's voice is stronger than ever, and ours can be too.

Education shouldn't be a privilege - because it is a right. Let's treat it like one.

I think of it often and imagine the scene clearly. Even if they come to kill me, I will tell them that what they are trying to do is wrong, that education is our basic right. 

- Malala Yousafzai 

What I Wish You Would Really Know

Girl - would you pause a minute and do something for me?

Kill all those lies.

Actually, this is more for you, but it’d help me a lot because it kills me to see you believe those lies.

Can I just say I notice the way you shrink a bit when he walks by? 

And why do you let him have power over you?

Because you slump your shoulders and hang your head but girl - a Man who hung on a cross loves you too much for you to be doing that.

And I wish you would just know - believe - how deep the Father's love for you is. 

Sister, you are a princess - daughter of the King.

I wish you would know that, so you can live that. 

And too often we believe lies - not good enough, not pretty enough, not skinny enough, not smart enough - can we lay those things to rest? 

I wish you'd seek and hold out for God's best for you. In everything. 

Because you're cheaping yourself out if you settle for anything less.

I wish you'd give yourself the respect you deserve: media might tell you that you're an object, but you're not. 

You are a creation. God's creation. 

Believe that. Live that.

I guess what I'm trying to say here is this: Girl, sometimes we sell ourselves short. 

But a God who loves, champions and fights for you?

He made you for so. much. more.

~

Happy International Women's Day!

Can We Protect Some Innocence Around Here?!

I found myself in a discussion today about the absolute perfection of Beyonce.

Not gonna deny that the Lord gave that girl talent, but at a certain point in the discussion I'd had enough Beyonce-is-a-goddess, because...

"Yeah, well, she could've been wearing more, don't you think?"

And really, no girl in that group could look me in the face and disagree.

Because ladies, deep down, I think we still respect ourselves, right?

I realize this is blog post #45729456 that you've read about the skin shown during the Superbowl. At the risk of sounding like the prude Christian girl here, ladies [men you can sit this one out, but feel free to follow along], please hear me out for just a bit.

I know this issue is just as much guys' problem to solve, but I'm a girl and can't control the guys, but I have control over my decisions as a girl.

Girls, when did our self esteem drop to the point of short-shorts and plunging necklines?

Can we say that maybe guys who go for that aren't worth it anyways? Can we say that maybe we'd have stronger relationships - stronger love - if they weren't dictated by sexualized media but by respect for who God made us to be?

Yes, we are going to mess up. Yes, the temptation of easy love is hard to overcome. But maybe we could at least try?

Maybe if we stopped giving our utmost respect to women who don't even respect themselves enough to put on some clothes, society would function a bit better.

Ladies, it is so possible to feel beautiful without exposing yourself to the next century - don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

And when skin sells domain names and everything else... how disgusting is our society? Truly - can't we protect some innocence around here - of boys and girls?!

Because last night and everyday boys learn that those are the right girls to go for, and girls learn that that's the type of girl you have to be in order to be beautiful.

And if that's the way it is - I'd like a girl to come up to me, look me in the eye and tell me that displaying their body like that justified (I don't know - you tell me how to justify that).

I'd like to think we ladies still have some self-respect.

I know we ladies still have some self-respect because when I went on to make a dumb joke about Beyonce's clothes being stolen and then to say that she has no self-respect, no girl argued my point.

So here's what I'm trying to say here: Girls, our worth is so much deeper than any size written on any tag, or any amount of skin we're willing to show. 

Can we act like it, please?