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“If the parents rebuke the daughter for her mistakes, it's called 'governance', but if a husband rebukes his wife for her mistakes, then it's called 'violence against women'. Why? The parents scold the daughter for her safety; similarly the husband scolds his wife for her welfare, right?”

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“I look at my parents the way mothers look at their toddlers. I take every chance to witness them undisturbed. To study every detail as if sitting for an important exam. I take note of their hands, the curves of their ears, the way they envelop a room and greet others. The way their souls shine through when they speak of something they love, like a candid photograph unveiling beauty and truth. Even though I am present in the same space as them, I am distanced because of the intensity of my love. Every heartbeat reminds me of the ephemeral nature of our bodies and the blessedness of these moments until my father looks up from his book and catches me smiling. And like a child he is bewildered for a moment and smiles back.”