Being Woman in Europe

As you know, we are in Europe. In the refugee camp, dreaming about moving to our own house kept our hopes alive. Because of my belief that our life will be organised after moving to our own house, I had a desire the life I wanted. Making myself targets, getting excited with the dream of an organised life.

However, the result wasn’t the one I dreamed of. Now we live in our own house. Having a kitchen stabbed my dreams. Like people on diet seeing a piece of delicious chocolate, my efforts of plans ended in that kitchen. I couldn’t get out of that kitchen. One long year without any concern of ‘what to cook’ lasted with terrible indecision...

This is the inner side of my life. Let’s have a look at the outer side. When you have your resident permit, you need to learn language. Even if you have finished 3 different university courses, you need to know language. If you don’t you can’t adaptate, and even worse, you are good for nothing... The best way to learn a language is to go to a language course. As matter of fact, I am a student too. I wake up at 6.30am every morning, leave the children to the kindergarten, and head to the subway station. I add another sleepless day to my days. Lives of women here are almost the same with mine, but we have different points of view.

I try to act the victim being lonely with the east culture in my DNA, feeding from the pain. But women here continue their lives with only their families. They are active in every part of life. Mastered at painting, shoveling snow, cleaning parks, knitting socks for their children, women here are active in every part of life.

These women know their responsibilities, hang their businesswomen role after work. Showing their children their good mother role and teaching them kindness, they helped me to adapt here.