The Dash of Zaha Hadid
This week on one of the national news TV stations, I saw a touching story about an all-girl school in Jordan which was already overcrowded. When all the Syrian refugee girls started showing up, the principal of the school declared that the refugee girls could attend only if they brought their own chairs. Of which they did. It did not take long for the girls to feel welcomed and have a sense of belonging. The atmosphere was prime for learning and making friends. The following is a touching story about an all-girl school where Zaha Hadid started her life.
Desperately wanting to go to school is not the normal plea of most British, American and Canadian children. But in the Middle East where oppression is the norm, I can imagine that girls must hunger and thirst for a sense of significance. I venture to say, their sense of significance is derived by either being supported by their father or marrying well. Given the chance, they cherish any opportunity for an education…it’s their ticket to a dream-life of independence.
Zaha Hadid was born to a wealthy Muslim family on 31 October 1950 in Baghdad, Iraq. . .
