In my previous post, I suggested that writers’ blogs are shallow and uninteresting. By writing that, I have been introduced to some very different blogs, and especially mapelba, who poses some thought-provoking questions. The question in her latest post is: “Where do you come from? Does your answer explain your writing?” Some people come from some very dark places. I come from a place of love, protection and loneliness….
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I come from a place so deep in suburbia that the bus came only once every half hour – if you were lucky.
I come from a world of secrets and pretence. Of feeling guilty every time I forgot.
I come from a father who I now know was a people pleaser, who needed everyone to think well of him, and who took out his frustrations on his wife. And a mother who never understood that. I come from a mother who never understood many things. I come from parents who had had enough excitement in their lives by the time I was born.
I come from a place where religion is a noose, a chore, a secret, an embarrassment, a reason for keeping quiet. But also a fine tradition, an offloading of worries and hopes, an expression of sadness and joy.
I come from a place where teachers just taught and children were free to torment as much as they wanted. Where no one explained to them that their actions could be a life sentence.
I come from a place where loneliness is the norm and thoughts have no human outlet.
I write to tell the world that whole lives can be spoilt because of where they come from, if no one notices or acts in time.
Miriam Drori, Author 