Essay On Karate Lessons

Instead of waking up to the sound made by my alarm clock, I wake up to the sound of my crushing bones under my older brother’s enormous body. I instantly kick him, followed by chasing him across the house ready to do whatever I can to physically harm him. My mom shouts, annoyed by our so-called waking routines, scolding us to behave like civilized humans. We ignore her and continue to wake up my sister like nothing changed. Later that day, I go to my parents determined to have their approval upon signing up for Karate lessons. My mind was focusing on one thing, karate was going to teach me how to kick my brother’s ass. The whole approval thing as usual didn 't go well at first, my mom considered it one of my stupid, non-academic related ideas and simply ignored my request, my dad was always easily convinced but, unfortunately easily unconvinced too. I tried to persuade my grandmother, but being the typical traditional type, she refused the idea of a girl learning such a men-related hobby. However, My older brother as always was encouraging and said that I would have a great future in becoming his full-time personal bodyguard. I fought hard to sign up for those lessons, emphasizing to my family that learning self-defense techniques are essential, like really what am I to do if I was stalked

But, my family was different, they didn 't have the full Saudi background. My mom is originally from Pakistan and my father, though Saudi grew up in a boarding school, therefore, my parents had a different approach in handling things, I always had that extra half a mile of freedom. Going to academic mix summer programs was never an issue for them, as they always say if it was for your benefit we won’t stop you. They were quite resilient, patient, allowing me to develop and change at my own