My memories as an immigrant professional woman in Ottawa, Canada 47 years ago. A new life after having survived the liberal war of a new country Bangladesh on December 16, 1971.
My Chosen Words is the author's honest confession of how she persisted to rise above poverty, hunger, and isolation as a professional immigrant woman. Even in the darkest days of her life, she could see the sun rise. Her conviction and her devotion to research enabled her to contribute to the scientific world. This powerful, emotional, and astonishing story will touch the hearts of women, immigrants, and young women pursuing higher studies and research in science. Ferial's personal narrative depicts how she overcame adversity to emerge from a dead end and find creative ways to develop her identity as a Canadian and secure a place in the global society. She tumbled over many hurdles in her twenties, juggling her role as a wife, mother, and graduate student in the early sixties in Canada.
Reviews for "My Chosen Words, Memories of A Professional Woman"
I missed your book when you first posted it. I was at West Virginia University after getting my doctorate there in 1974 when you were struggling and happened to have a student come to us from Bangladesh who had escaped being killed when leaving Dhaka and running into the Pakistani Army, bent on killing young men coming his way.
I recall a woman friend or relative coming from Canada who had been forced into a bad marriage that she escaped but had to leave the country, discredited. I took the young man with me one time to Canada to visit his sister who was visiting from England. His single entry visa did not allow him to leave the United States and come back, so I drove into Canada and picked up his family and sister in Hamilton and brought them back to Niagara Falls so that we could have a picnic and then I took them back.
Thanks to him, I visited Dhaka in January 1978 for four days, staying with his parents. We visited the local university and his father was appalled at what little of the physics department had by way of equipment for the students.
Like you my friend has had a wonderful career and is now Dean emeritus and full professor from Kent State University.
I will be posting a story of my trip to Bangladesh very soon in a couple of weeks in the Stories section. Part of a book of Tales from my youth.
All the best with this book because it is very important for the world to know the great contribution to science that women from around the world have made, sometimes even in the shadow of husbands who didn't contribute as much.
My memories as an immigrant professional woman in Ottawa, Canada 47 years ago. A new life after having survived the liberal war of a new country Bangladesh on December 16, 1971.
I recall a woman friend or relative coming from Canada who had been forced into a bad marriage that she escaped but had to leave the country, discredited. I took the young man with me one time to Canada to visit his sister who was visiting from England. His single entry visa did not allow him to leave the United States and come back, so I drove into Canada and picked up his family and sister in Hamilton and brought them back to Niagara Falls so that we could have a picnic and then I took them back.
Thanks to him, I visited Dhaka in January 1978 for four days, staying with his parents. We visited the local university and his father was appalled at what little of the physics department had by way of equipment for the students.
Like you my friend has had a wonderful career and is now Dean emeritus and full professor from Kent State University.
I will be posting a story of my trip to Bangladesh very soon in a couple of weeks in the Stories section. Part of a book of Tales from my youth.
All the best with this book because it is very important for the world to know the great contribution to science that women from around the world have made, sometimes even in the shadow of husbands who didn't contribute as much.
Ron