The women behind the scars

I have a past... I have my bruises... I learnt my lessons....

That is who I became... That is who I am...

But

I have a future... I have dreams...

It has a price... I know... It wont be easy...

But I have the chance... and I will take it....

I remember that day when I stood up.

It was a normal day after 17 hours working. I witnessed how one of my crew, who was assigned under me, got verbally abused by my manager. I knew my rights, actually I had no rights to say anything against a manager, specially not in the Middle East.

But there is a time when the spiritual teachings and your inside works reach a level and you have to decide. If you want to follow the path of your heart you can not stay silence and assist the one who abusing the others, cause in that case you are abusing as well in an indirect way.

It was a great presser on me. I had to do what my heart demanded but I was still in the Middle East. It was impossible without putting myself in danger.

On the other side, It was my decision to go there and work for them. I can not blame the circumstances of my awakening if I was the one who has chosen it.

It was with shaken legs but I was there next day in the office face to face with the same manager who abused my crew and I told her that her behavior was unacceptable.

She could not find the words for a moment cause it has never happened before. But she found her voice.. Not that day... the following day.