There's a leaky faucet in my kitchen
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There’s a leaky faucet in my kitchen. If I don’t close it the right way, with the right amount of pressure, it goes drip drip drip drip drip all day till I get frustrated and am forced to get away from my work to stop it. It’s weird how such an insignificant sound- a drop of water hitting the sink- can get on your nerves. I can’t stand it for more than 10 minutes. It makes me go nuts.
The same is the case with negativity and hate. It doesn’t have to be a deluge of hate. Just constant “drip drip drip” of microaggressions and “just for fun” remarks is enough to push someone over the edge. When comments that may seem innocent, arrive in a slow but steady stream, it becomes annoying and damaging. It chips at your mental peace. It makes you want to pull your hair out in frustration. And yet, someone who isn’t there and hasn’t experienced this ‘drip’, will not get what the fuss is about. “It’s just a leaky faucet” they’ll say. It isn’t.
Don’t be a leaky faucet, don’t let hate drip on others. And when you see a leaky faucet, close it immediately. For your own sake.
Nazreen Fazal
Writer, Wife, Mother, Indian, Muslim. So many labels, one me. I write, I rant, I ramble in order to make sense of everything happening around. Join me on this journey as I share snippets of my life, going about work, my parenting wins and fails, and the murky waters that's long distance marriage.
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