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Experiences Vs DNA

Finally I finished reading “DNA is not destiny” book, and indeed it was a page turner one. Many times, I echoed that question whether experiences can change our traits, or even defeat our genes or not. I never got the answer until I read that informative book!

If we trace our origins, we will find out that all human beings belong to one forefather “Adam”. However, we have different outlooks, productivity, complexions, languages, races, even different continents to live in. This is due to the environment and its circumstances. As we, human beings, have created that loathsome word “RACES”. Therefore, we incline to categorise others’ education, crime rates, IQ, etc, based on it.

Black people, reportedly, do not get tertiary education. Arabs are living in that stagnant pond of retardation because of their tribal genes. So, they can neither deal with technology nor the contemporary era. Africans have low IQ. White students do much better than other races in schools. All these examples show how influential the environment is. Lock up people in the same room with typical circumstances, then we can rely only on genes.

I remembered Maslow’s hierarchy theory and the former president “Barack Obama”. He would not have been Mr. President, unless he had left his African country. Firstly, he fulfilled his basic needs living in a dreamlike place such as the United States of America. Thus, he was able to better his life pursuing his education at one of the most prestigious universities in the world. Rising up the ladder requires full bellies and safety, otherwise, we would be mere predators devoid of intellect.

I myself would never be the same person without going through some abhorrent situations. We are infants, toddlers, teenagers, adults, elderlies, with no differences, only the exposure to different boundaries what makes us different inwardly and outwardly. Reading that book is definitely a must!

It Is Not Pleasant Being Arab

I have not been blogging for a couple of weeks. However, I was thinking of what should be the next topic throughout that time. I was watching some documentary movies about sex trafficking because of wars, poverty, or maybe illiteracy. In Yemen, a kid got married before puberty, which was according to her father “we wanted to get rid of a burden because of poverty, so we were compelled”. In Pakistan, there is a village where girls get slaughtered in the name of bringing dishonour. Dishonour, according to their loathsome viewpoints, is going out, talking with strangers innocently, or even disobeying their parents’ will. In Lebanon, men take advantage of Syrian women due to their disastrous circumstances as refugees.

Ironically, the society always suspects our entitlement as women as we are delicate and rely on our emotions. Nonetheless, women are their target to satisfy their needs in the most abhorrent way. I myself have been through a lot to correctly evaluate myself as a human being. I have kno bullying from a man. I have got ridiculed from a man. Recently, I had a fallout with my mother. It was one of the fiercest and I opened up the most. She conveyed her desires, and I spoke frankly about my own desires which are totally different from hers. I love my mother, but I would never emulate her. Is it wrong to speak my mind? Is it vulgar to go after my dreams? Should our wings get clipped off to represent obedience and honour? For how long are we going to witness this farce?

This relic should no longer exist. Life is much simpler than this maze. The area is a stagnant pond of retardation. If you approached it. It would swallow you up without any changes apart from another corpse.

Hola amigos from the other side!