Superwoman πŸ’ͺ

Since I was young, my godmother, a very strong femnine women, lived a harsh life to raise me to be a strong woman. Who can still be a feminine lady, and survive the male-dominated world.

Immigrant parents, generally, do a lot for their children. I remember vaguely how difficult it was for my godparents to raise me the way I am. Posh West london is not an easy place to survive. I sure hope I am not a disappointment Β πŸ˜‚

Change of strong pierce look to opps laugh πŸ˜‚ I love my parents ❀❀

Being a strong woman requires so much effort. It is straining on one’s mental and physical health. However, we must be strong and sacrifice a lot, I guess, in order to survive.

Anyway beyond the above rambles. I had done many crazy things in life, by choice.

I just walked into places and asked for a position or even volunteer. Most of the time people are impressed by my confidence and I get my job. Sometimes, of course, they send me away with compliments.

That station was one of my favourites. I known the boys for 5 years now. Miss them plenty.

Had to go say goodbye and put on Roger’s t-shirt for a funny picture. Haha as they usually made fun of my fun-size (160cm).

When I moved back to Indianapolis I needed some sort of work before I move on to Scotland. Trying to get work between 12 men is highly challenging. What do I do? I bake cake πŸŽ‚πŸ° for distraction and dress like a tomboy to get in and get the job done πŸ˜‚

Mission accomplished, moving on.

Luckily for me I am surrounded by amazing women. All of whom I consider to be as super as myself. We travel alone and support ourselves. I share with them how much people question us when we travel on our own! I travelled since a young age! I was almost a year when I got the sky riders card πŸ˜‚ I was a cute boy πŸ˜‚

My style πŸ˜‚ … flight on way to Lebanon for summerFlight to Jordan in winter

I don’t understand what is there to traveling alone that is so bad!

Or they ask how can I not fear anything?! Because we all know now that the world is not a safe place (πŸ˜’ ironic tone) sheesh if I had it upto me I will be in Syria now working as a medic for world health organisation.

I know I usually say, I work in emergency medicine for a few reasons, one being I love safety. By safety I do not mean don’t take some risks. What’s there to life anyway! I can heal your injuries from risky activitΓ©s πŸ˜† so no worries go ahead enjoy life πŸ˜…

But for now I can just sit here and drink my lemonade and hope for a call to go serve my medical duty wherever needed.

Fear they say! How can I fear when I have many people around me endorsing my superpowers hehe

Ex-cowroker snaps

And friend’s responses to my white coat snaps.

Or when my diagnosis turns out to be correct, most of the time, and I get thank you letters.

Among many other remarks of support from friends, there are people who try to make you rethink your choices of being ‘too strong.’ πŸ€”


My super-women 😍 

I am sure to miss a few of my Super-women, one reason is that some of them do not want to be mentioned on my public blog. But you know who you are 😘 and I am always rooting for your superness πŸ˜‰

*TCK= Third culture kid. Google it and don’t be lazy.

1. My first superwoman friend is Cora.Β 

We have been friends for a good 11 years. I don’t know where to start to explain to you how super she is. We are both TCK, we travel the world alone. She went to war/conflict zones as a lawyer. Hopefully I can join her as a doctor one day and we have an adventure. You mend hearts and I mend bodies πŸ˜‰We have done many amazing things together. Mostly crazy πŸ˜‚ for example not being unable to see the street so beautifully empty and not stand to take a picture copying Hershey’s Dutch figurines πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

I think without Cora my life would be incomplete. Even when we visit each other, wherever we are, and do nothing but sit around, it is perfect for me.

I mentioned before, all we did inΒ AmsterdamΒ is sit and watch outlander πŸ˜… and eat.

Eh that Scotland that I miss quite much 😒

With occasional outing for food and science museum.

Difficult to find a picture of my food complete. I eat then snap.

Love you sister 😘 I hope we make more crazy, lazy memories together soon.


2. My second super lady is Alaine.

She is one of my most free super women. Again she is a TCK as well (go figure haha) she travels the world on different missions, one which to spread joy by art and free dancing. Yes we did crazy things together as well πŸ˜‚ (because I can’t help it) for example getting lost in Sweden.

Picture taken in MalmΓΆ

I will never forget our adventures. Thank you for being here 😘


3. My third super woman is Meena

Meena is my Nepali friend’s sister, Narayan.

She is super for many reasons. One main reason is the fact that she is taking care of both of her parents while her brothers make a living outside of Nepal. On top of that, she is surviving this unbelievably tough Nepali patriarchal society!

I love her to death … nevermind how we both look in this picture! I look Nepali and she was so sick 😭😒 so I went to see her and check on her.

Meena I miss you πŸ’”


I know for a fact that my grandmothers and mothers (biological mother and godmother) are the most super chouette women I will ever meet in my life.

4. GrandmothersΒ 

My Grandmothers fled Iran and suffered so much. Being demoted from landlords family with comfortable lifestyle, to a person with absolutely nothing. I have heard my maternal grandmother had left some of her children in Iran. There was not enough time to manage when running away, she said. My paternal grandmother raised 8 children on her own after grand-papa passed away! She worked odd jobs to provide for them. I think my uncles, aunties and parents are not grateful enough to their mothers. But who am I to say anything πŸ˜‚ equally a bad child.


5. My mothersΒ 

Mien beautiful Madre. Sadly I don’t have any pictures of my godmother now. They both will be upset that I post up their beauty to my blog (good thing they do not read it πŸ˜‚)

The amount of misery I bring my mothers is immense and I know that! But what can we do πŸ˜‚ I am a wild untamed animal 🦁.

Me and mum when I was a potato

They raised me to be strong independent and wild. Not true.

They raised me like Queen Victoria πŸ˜‘! Could not even tell you what is the name of the area we lived at in West London! As Mina cannot leave the flat without her hands being held by godcousin or someone else! My godsister and I were pampered to suffocation.

Look at that painful-to-look-at uniform πŸ˜‘ Godsister avec moi

But we emerged. At 15 my bilogical parents took me in to spend some time with me before je demandΓ© my freedom and get kicked out at 17. My godsister moved to Swansea for university at 18.

They raised me with so much freedom til I was 5 then pampered to suffocation then put out of the house πŸ˜‚ made me who I am today so no complaints.

Jordan natural waters 😍 I look so edible 😍

I love my mothers, I hope I make them proud every day.


Finally for my super chouette ladies this is for you

I am grateful for all the support I get. I am reminded every day of how super I am by people around. My university in America is writing about me in their newsletter πŸ€— makes me so proud yet my logical self thinks hmph what will I get out of it πŸ˜… (cannot help it)

But when told I am an inspiration for people, it does keep me going and trying my best to live whatever life they can inspire themselves with. Thank you to everyone who thinks I am great but I am not haha je suis très normal human.

Be at peace and take some risks from once in awhile (otherwise your life is dull and you find new super human to look over or start a new business in gossiping out of broedom πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚)



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