Girl Child Marriages that lead to Obstetric Fistula in Ethiopia

It was a year ago, when I used to tutor a little boy in my city. The little tiny boy had a sister who is tinier than him. And what registered in my mind was the doll which the little girl dragged around her always; not able to carry the doll that was bigger than her tiny structure, the girl was yet determined to keep the toy close enough to her, preventing anybody nearing it. I realized that this toy was precious to this girl; I also realized how much more precious the girl herself was.

Education for Girls; a tool for Empowerment

When I was thirteen I had to leave my school after being abused by my teacher; so I decided never to go back to a school. Yet I knew how important education was for a girl, and so was it for me. I felt the urge to be educated, but not in a traditional school. So I began self-educating myself. I was ready to break the traditional barriers set to girls in a society that still believes that girls need not to be educated. I wanted to be that girl who one day be transformed into an educated woman. I wanted to be that girl who wanted to educate other girls who were not privileged as me to be educated. Hence I began dreaming of starting my own school one day, and that is what I did eventually after some year.

Challenging the Age Barriers

Humans are born with different talents, and these inborn talents are within us forever, no matter where we go, what we do, and how old we become. There are people who do not get the opportunities to express their talents; and there are also people who do not find or grab the opportunities they get in life to use the talents. Talents do not select wherein the person is born: whether it be in a rich mansion, or an apartment; whether it be in the palace or a roadside shanty dwelling, each and every person is born with a talent.

Effects of War on Women: Remembering 1983

“Thirty – five years  have passed by and I still have not been able to forget that day in my life; when I am speaking now, I can see our home amidst those hot red flames” shudders 41 year old Shevani from Thirunelvely, Jaffna. Shevani, a mother of two boys considers herself lucky to be alive today, and employed by a bank in Jaffna.

When her parents’ home was set fire to by few groups of Sinhala extremists on 25 July 1983, Shevani was only six years old. After escaping from death, the family had found refuge in the homes of some relatives before bidding goodbye to their friends and relatives, and to the place they thought they belonged to. Together with her parents, siblings and many other Tamils, Shevani arrived in the Northern shores in a crowded ship, which had then carried the ‘riots affected refugees’ (as how they had been termed then) from the capital city and other southern areas of Sri Lanka.