I was waiting out the exam hall for the entrance exam to start. I heard someone call my name in a very soft voice.
A girl clad in burqa walks towards me and says “You are Boiling, right?”
I could not recognize her. She was covered in a black burqa head to toe. Wore glasses. Was soft spoken.
“I am Ada. Remember me?” she said.
I was shocked. Before, I could react, they called us in for the exam.
Ada! She was my classmate in Primary School. Ada whose family females did not wear burka. Ada who did not wear glasses. Loud mouthed and bossy Ada. She used to bully me.
I slunk away after the exam without talking to her because I could not reconcile with the transformation. She was not the Ada I knew in my childhood.
It is amazing what growing up in a traditional society can do to a woman. They rob them of their personalities and make them into drones – obedient wives and daughters.