ā ļøIf this makes you feel offended or defensive, itās worth asking whyš”
š£This is the reality many women grow up learning to navigate. Often quietly & often automatically.
The goal isnāt blame. Itās understanding what shapes these instincts and what it would take to change them.
If this brings discomfort, sit with it.
Let it lead to reflection, listening, and action.
Because men have a role in shaping that future š
This Motherās Day, remember the mothers who embrace memories instead of their children.
The ones who lost everything in a moment, yet still rise to comfort the living.
Remember the fathers who are forced to be also the mothers, and the mothers who are forced to be also the fathers to children of wars in a world that keeps turning a blind eye.
Their grief is deep but their strength unshakable.
Donāt let their pain be forgotten.Honor them. Speak for them. Stand with them.@shahhatun
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Dear son, I have a confessionš
Sometimes I am afraid of the world you are growing up in. A world where racism still wounds, where hatred is taught, and where innocent children continue to suffer under violence, displacement, and genocide while so many choose silence.
And then there is you.
You remind me that none of us are born carrying hate. That compassion is still possible. That humanity can still be nurtured, protected, and passed on.
More than anything, I hope you grow into someone who never looks away from the suffering of others. Someone who understands that another childās pain matters just as much as your own. Someone who refuses to let cruelty become normal.
I cannot promise you a fair world. But I promise to raise you to never lose your humanity within it.
May your generation become braver than ours. Softer than ours. More willing to stand for justice, even when it is uncomfortable. And may love always remain stronger in you than fear, prejudice, or indifference.
And above all, may God protect your heart, guide your steps, and keep you firm in compassion, dignity, and truth no matter what this world becomes.
Love,
Your mama Aā¤ļø
#mom #son #mothersday
Please tell me again that racism doesnāt exist in 2026, when comments like this are still spoken so casually.
And please tell me again why I shouldnāt be concerned about my children facing racism in 2026.
Iāve heard versions of this my entire life. As a child, I internalised it, believing the problem was me rather than the ignorance behind it, shaped by silence, and by adults not stepping up to protect a childās sense of belonging.
That is where the harm happens: not only in what is said, but in what is left unchallenged.
We must stop normalizing hate, racism, and ignorance in our words, in our systems, and in the things we choose to excuse or stay silent about.
Breaking this cycle matters.
Our children deserve better.
So letās name it, respond to it and care enough to change it when we see it.
/Asifa
#racism #rasisme #norge #norway #pakistan
I donāt have all the answers, but the questions are already hereš¬
My children, like many others, are already asking about race, belonging, and difference. Some of these are questions no child should have to carry.
And I know, painfully well, that silence is not neutral, children learn as much from what we donāt say as from what we do.
š” Racism is not innate, but learned through socialisation, observation, and repeated exposure to cultural norms and behaviours. This places responsibility on adults to recognise, interrupt and challenge these patterns.
These conversations may feel uncomfortable, as they should be, when addressing racism as a structural and socially embedded issue that requires recognition and action.
They deserve our presence, honest, open and willing. Because how we respond shapes how they understand themselves and others.
š£So letās get uncomfortable:
for our children, the next generation, and the world we are shaping together.
šShare if you find it valuable.
#rasisme #racism #childhood #parenthood #norway
It wasnāt easy to write this post, but it felt necessary.
Iām sharing my personal story, because these experiences are not just memories, they are patterns that still shape how children grow up, how they are seen, and how they feel they belong.
What I lived through is not only about the past. It connects to how we understand difference, belonging, and humanity today.
I share this in hope, and in responsibility, because silence doesnāt protect anyone from repeating what was never addressed.
And if sharing this can help even one child feel seen, understood, or protected, then it is worth it.
For our children.
For the next generations.
For all of us.
š« To the child I once was:
You deserved belonging, not survival.
You were never the problem.
You were always enough.
šAnd to my dear 6-year-old son:
I will use every part of myself to help ensure your story begins differently. Because your love, your kindness, your presence, you are the future I believe in.
Love,
Mama Asifa
#racism #rasisme #norge #consciousparenting #childhood
How do I tell my children they are seen as less valuable in their own countryāļø
Recently, a political advisor from the Progress Party (FrP), one of the most influential forces in Norwegian politics, referred to people from Pakistan as āminus variantsā and suggested they should not have children in Norway.
This is not politics. This is racismšØ
The language is not accidental. It reduces human beings to deviations from a norm: measurable, comparable and implicitly inferior.
And it is never just about one sentence. It reflects something deeper: a structure in which some lives are positioned as less fully belonging.
The same logic that labels them as āminusā also questions their right to visibly belong, even when they embody the nation through language, culture or symbols. A permanent contradiction is created: too different to fully belong, yet never fully accepted when they do.
I was born and raised in Norway, to parents from Pakistan. My children are Norwegian with Pakistani roots. There is nothing contradictory about that.
What is contradictory is a society that demands assimilation but rejects its visibility.
What does it do to a child to grow up inside that tension, where belonging is both required and deniedā
I refuse that premise.
Dignity is not granted by language or withheld by perception. It is inherent.
So I ask:
When you see my children, what do you seeā
Because what I see is simple:
They are not āminus.ā
They are not conditional.
They are not outside.
They are Norway, not in spite of who they are, but because of it.
Pakistani. Norwegian. No contradiction.
#norway #racism #humanity