
This group raises awareness on the harmful effects of child marriage and uterine prolapse. RRF is a group formed by nine influential women representing the 9 wards of their district. “Women in the community don’t like to draw attention to them, but since I was diagnosed with the condition, I can identity women who are suffering just by looking at them,” explained Baishara.īaishara- sitting in the middle-discussing about Uterine Prolapse When she joined RRF, she was determined to help other women like her and since then she has taught 45 women about natural remedies and pelvic exercise to prevent UP. She sought the help of natural remedies and exercise to relieve some of her pain. When she got married, lack of rest after childbirth, coupled with hard labor during pregnancy and inadequate child spacing had caused Baishara to have stage 2 of uterine prolapse.

When Baishara was growing up, she heard about the condition but because of the social stigma attached to it, women never openly spoke about it. This debilitating condition causes extreme physical discomfort and emotional suffering.

One of the most common causes of uterine prolapse among women like Baishara is teen pregnancy. This beautiful great grandma is a uterine prolapse survivor and also the chairperson of the Reproductive Rights Forum (RRF).īaishara was married at the young age of 13 and started being sexually active and bore children before her body fully matured. “I am so old with great grandchildren.” So, how old are you? “Oh, I am 51” said Baishara.

This is where I will be updating you all about the funny (above), sad, enraging, and joyous experiences I have in Amman, Jordan. I mentally note to put this in my blog (hi guys!).
SHROOK ELSAYED DRIVER
I relax a bit and move on to worrying about Ramadan in this desert heat when I hear, “Are you Muslim?” and I reply affirmatively and my cab driver wishes me a blessed Ramadan.

Yet, every time I am taking those overly confident steps toward my cab, these feelings catch me off guard.ĭetermined, I shake those feelings off and get in the cab (refusing to pay anything more than 20 JD). The panic, the excitement, the *I will NOT let this taxi driver rip me off* is the same in every new country I visit. Nothing prepares you for the moment you step off a plane and into a country you aren’t yet familiar with.
