Sample Essay On Diversity / Humanities

Reflective Essay

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Reflective Essay
I am (your name), twenty four of age, a wife, mother of two and a home maker. I live in (your location). I shifted at this place before a few months with my (age) years old. I feel great pressure when I have to align everything to the point of perfection. It was just before a few weeks that I came to one of my neighbor family, Pakistani by origin. The lady of the house call herself Seema, she serves her husband and children with enthusiasm. She seems so organized in her routine that it makes me envy her at times and get jealous as well. She is so smooth in her daily routine that it is difficult to point a carelessness. Her trait makes me feel that he intends to gain unnecessary reputation. I started feeling jealous of her. The reason of this jealousy is the perception of the norms of the place from where she belongs. Pakistani females are believed to be reserved in nature. However, Seema greeted acquaintances warmly in community gathering. At the same time, I was trying to adjust in the same community. She became friendly with many neighbors who are native, but I rather avoid such friendly interactions. Sometimes I feel such an aura in Seema’s personality that makes her look friendly and acceptable that she can easily become friend with a stranger in a short time period.
But to my surprise, one day when we were attending a get together of community, where only one of our neighbors jumped on Seema with his verbose remarks and asked her to leave the place immediately. Seema was telling a joke that triggered anger and rage out of some misunderstanding. Although, she was not attacked physically or verbally at all but the words pinched my heart so much that felt an alien in the crowd.
The lady said ‘Get out of here you Paki or I’ll kill you’. This rebuttal made Seema numb for a few minutes that she couldn’t speak another word. One about a neighbor took Seema to the restroom to avoid any unfavorable incident and I, unwillingly, marched behind her. I could feel the pain on her face after hearing such remarks that proved our disapproval in this country.
Although, I was not the one who was asked to leave the party but it made me feel helpless and alone. This feeling was not new to me but after hearing such bitter remarks for someone, I also felt an outsider in a country where I was living from such a long time.