One may not understand the pain of separation, till it comes to that. One definitely can not understand the joy of motherhood without experiencing it. And no one can understand the anxiety of being different, till you are born ‘different’. Hence a difficult question.
I remember as a little girl, a cooking lady would come over to our house to help out my mother, but she wasn’t like my mother. She had more manly features, her walk was different, her voice was heavier. I could never muster up the courage even as a kid to ask my mother why Jamila was the way she was. I got my answer later in life, which gave me a sense of loss in understanding as to why transgenders are almost outcasts in our society. Because I remember Jamila made the best parathas known to me!!