Why would the society think of us as a product? Why would our love ones think of us as a product? Why would our families think of us as a product? Why do we think about our selves as a product?

Girls/ women/ ladies/ females are all synonyms to the same problem- AGE.

We are always stamped with age limits- just like a product.

Was talking to my mother the other day and she said- you are 23 now and soon you will be 25- your chances in getting married will change significantly once you are 25. I was shocked to be honest- not because the information was new to me but because I couldn’t believe that although I feel so young, strong and full of life I still have to think about the days slipping away and that I should get married before I lose my youth. Oh my God- I’m 23 not 90 years old, although I feel like 90 years old now to be honest.

I don’t know how men think about it- how do they look at us. Do men look carefully to the personality and the qualifications of the girl they like or do they just read a number that indicates her age.

We are stuck in a stupid community that judges us on wrong bases. I have nothing to worry about now- but I will have something to worry about in just two years- tow years- freaky huh!

I’m moderate in beauty- fine body and good age- that is all what people are looking at now. They are not looking at the degree I’m holding or the university that I went to (although they ask about it sometimes to barge about in front of other people if they picked me) - they do not look at the career I’m building or the personality that I acquired through the days of my life. People- in short- are terrifyingly and alarmingly superficial now a day.

I’m sorry guys but please look carefully- ta7’ayaroo leno6afikom enna el 3ir8a dassas.

God created all of us with the same aging system/process- we have wrong concepts in our lives that they need to change and it has to start sometime and somehow.

Age is just a # people- it is just a boring number that keeps ticking in our heads reminding us that our life is in continues count down, it is a time bomb that will explode in our faces one day and the irony is that non of us- even men- know when the last day will come. Yet- men have the upper hand- funny how life treats people and how power among them is allocated in a strange way.

This simple fact of age in my species- sorry to use this word but I can’t think of any better- is giving me mixed feeling- it is so confusing to be honest. I’m a strong individual but no one can live alone in this life. We all need partners at some point in time and the fact that I might cross my expiry date line in age is terrifying me to the bones.

I think of it like I think of death- it is the inevitable that we can’t avoid or do anything about.