A day of reckoning for many of us. Nah, I’m not into a cult organization waiting for doomsday to come. I am waiting (literally) for the light to shine in my life. How dramatic am I?
While it’s not a bit deal for many women in all over the world, it’s a big deal for many of us in the USA. It will be a day that sets us free from the H4 Visa curse. U.S. Citizenship and Immigration Services (USCIS) Director León Rodríguez announced today that, effective May 26, 2015; the Department of Homeland Security (DHS) is extending eligibility for employment authorization to certain H-4 dependent spouses of H-1B nonimmigrants who are seeking employment-based lawful permanent resident (LPR) status.
Feeling very excited I called up my friend in India and told her the news. Her reaction was very sublime.
“That is so nice, darling. Now you will be able to work in the USA.”
Work in the USA? Was this what we were all fighting for?
No. At least that is not the whole picture.
While working in the USA has its own benefits, how can we all forget the years we had spent in slavery. Don’t you dare tell me that we are dramatizing the situation? I do have a very loving husband who never made me feel the need for anything. But can you hear the words, ‘never made me feel.’ The vulnerability that I experienced behind those words?
Do I feel homemakers are inferior to working women?
This is one question my MIL has asked me every time I ‘rant’ about my condition. No Mummyji, I have utmost respect for all the women who have chosen this path. But they have ‘chosen’ it. That choice had been taken away from me. I wanted to ‘choose’ to be a homemaker. It should not be dictated to me. Is that so difficult to understand? Ok. Take it like this. I forbid you to go to the temple every day. It’s difficult for me to hire a person in Mumbai who will go with you to the temple every day, since my sister-in-law is busy in her job. Will my longing for a forbidden fruit finally reach you then?
And why single out my MIL for this? She is the last person I should have expected understanding from for her love for her son makes her blind to my plight. But the women in my family? How can they ask me what my problem was if my hubby does not abuse me or make my life hell? Of if my MIL does not run after me with a match stick? I know I am lucky. Touchwood! All I need now is my independence.
Today like many I stand waiting in the line. Hoping no new laws or personal ideologies smother the beacon that has been lighted for us. When I say next time that I want to be a Housewife…. I should say it because that is what I want and not because it is something that is shoved down my throat.