Kashbtan - Omima Sobhi

The English writer Doris Lessing says: "Nothing is more boring for an educated woman than to spend her endless time with young children." Lessing won the Nobel Prize in Literature, but she left her children behind for that path, and in some narratives in the pursuit of her motherhood self, there are crushing aspects, as the woman takes her way and crushes her dreams and ambitions. Society depicts her as an instinct women are born with, a vibrant pink life like this cover that we enjoy in a newborn existence that grows to become a child then a teenager then a handsome young man, and this is what mothers rebel against as they delve deeper into the experience. What I did; is that I soared far away, but not fleeing from my two children, rather towards them, on a long journey to unknown Indian cities for us; to get to know what we found ourselves at the heart of. I am a mother and they are my children, and we dismantle the myths of the so-called pink motherhood and delve into its black holes and discover them. And there, amidst the noise of Indian streets, temples, tangled forests, and amidst burning food and spices, we repaired many cracks between us, and new disagreements emerged and other defeats appeared on the horizon, but we became more aware of being a small family that strives to resist the old Lessing boredom that made her flee her maternal destiny. It is a journey to India, which at first glance seems like a tourist trip, but it was an inner journey towards ourselves; to find ourselves away from the gears of daily life and to get to know ourselves anew.