Persian women in the East vs. Persian women in the West

Sometimes I truly wonder why I do not pack up my girls and pack my suitcases and leave to go and live in Iran! You might wonder why. Well, on days like today, when I have to go to three different grocery stores to buy all the items my family likes to have in the pantry cabinets and refrigerator, I had spend a whole day to clean the house and still pass my yard and think to myself " grrrr, hope noon thinks the inside of this house looks as bad as the outside!", I have to wash cloths, and YES, I do even iron underwear!, make the beds, change the sheets, clean up all the evidences from the weekend, I truly wonder that the women for whose freedom I am fighting and for whom I am trying to speak up, might actually have a more relaxed and comfortable life!
Anyone who has not been in the Middle East is probably not going to believe me. Too much influenced by the picture of the Burka wearing woman in the media, everyone thinks that those women are treated the same inside the house. Well, I have to be honest, I can not speak for all the women for the whole entire region of the Middle East, but on the two handful samples from my own family. My cousins have someone who comes to wash their kitchen floor every other day, someone who comes to wash the windows, someone who takes down their drapes, someone who washes them, and believe it or not, someone who comes and hangs them. Someone else does their grocery shopping, or they call into the supermarket (those little stores are actually called this way!) and orders, someone who brings them the groceries upto the apartments, someone who washes their cloths, someone who cleans their houses, someone who makes sure the yard looks nice ( my poor yard has not seen a gardener ever since I moved into this house!) and when they have parties, someone cooks, and someone serves.
And believe me, none of them is married to a Billionaire! Most of them do not work, wear the best designer cloths, and their husbands are normal employees in companies. My husband is supposed to be a VP in an IT company and the day I told him that I want a cleaning staff he turned around and said: "Do as good as you can!" In that moment something rare happened: I was speechless!
My point is this: we do fight for our freedom, which is very good, but I think that we burn like two sided candles. I guess I should not complain, everything has a price, and hey... As long as I can drive my car myself and do not need my husband to give me the permission to do that, I rather walk up all the stairs to my house. It's good against cellulites!