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Finding My True Creative Purpose Through the Revolution of Women Who Barely Have the Right to Exist
Reaching an epiphany through code and creativity.
I was pacing back and forth the same few blocks on the main street of a small town for the last ten minutes. Most people I was crossing were staring at me with perplexed looks on their faces — I could sense they were not used to see a foreigner visiting this part of the country.
“Hey, I’m here but I can’t seem to find the classroom… Can you come out to get me?”
“Sure, one second I’ll be right there.”
I waved at my friend Shireen as I saw her step out onto the street. “I’m a bit nervous…” I told her. “Nah, don’t be. The women are really sweet, you’ll love them.”
Following my friend, I stepped inside a small house with two main rooms. The entrance faced a small kitchen corner, just big enough to hold a sink, a mini-fridge, few shelves with cups, tea, and coffee, a kettle, and an electric plate for rudimentary cooking. On the left was a living room with a large table for meetings, as well as a few couches and a coffee table.
Connected to the living room with glass doors was a modern-style classroom, with long wooden tables fixed to the walls, plenty of electrical outlets so…
