The other day I posted a picture of Hazel and I sitting together on my couch. It was “National Daughter Day” and many of you did the same.
All of our daughters are vibrant, confident and strong girls. We are all so fucking blessed. We really are.
On that day that we celebrated the young women we are raising, I watched this story out of Iran. A twenty two year old girl was killed by the Koran Police for not wearing her head gear properly.
Let’s make this clear right now….I never get political on The Morning Chalkboard… this has nothing to do with Geopolitics or Muslims or religion. I can give two shits about Iran in the first place.
I spent my newspaper route money in November of 1979 on an “Ayatollah Assahola” poster! Stuck it right up between Farrah Fawcett and Walter Payton. So I’ve hated these jagoffs for over forty years.
I’m writing about a picture of someone’s daughter. A vibrant, confident and strong girl located in the Middle East. Her dad lost his daughter over the weekend because her shishab wasn’t covering her face properly.
There was a second picture of this baby girl lying in a coma in a hospital bed. That is the point of this morning’s chalkboard.
Our daughters are playing sports, reading books, listening to shitty music and blossoming into strong women.
These baby girls in most of the Middle East can’t do that.
This isn’t my fight!
A murdered Muslim girl on the other side of the world isn’t my cause, BUTT….
…. I pain for Mahsa Amini’s Oldman who can’t post a picture of his baby girl anymore.
No Prom pictures! No graduating from Nursing School pictures! No tailgating at Northwestern pictures and No Engagement pictures!
This isn’t my fight!
I wont be thinking about Mahsa Amini the next time I post a picture of my gorgeous little redhead. I just need to remember never to take it for granted every time that I do.
We are so lucky that we get to fight, get the right, lose the right over American Women’s right for abortion. On the other side of the world women get rocks thrown at them if they know how to spell “camel.”
I’m just a fifty six year old dad who has a daughter in fourth grade. My heart would turn to stone if I couldn’t hold her in my arms tomorrow…….
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