How terrorism stole the magic of a woman’s handbag

  “A woman’s handbag is a mysterious dungeon. It’s the key to her real self; the prosaic answer to many poetic conceptions. A magician does not want to explain his tricks. There is an aura of taboo about a closed handbag. Every woman has an uneasy look if somebody glances into its sacred privacy,” reads a passage…

See me as you wish, and I’ll see myself for what I really am

I’m told I was born into a toilet. I don’t know how true that is. So there I was pushing into the world, oblivious to the havoc that my inconvenient timing and gender would bring. Luckily, she, though already sensing what the birth of a second daughter would mean, had the most unique feminine ability of separating issues.