I’ve been stumbling upon many articles about the first female this-and-that lately. For the past 2 years or so, we’ve had first female pilots, CEOs, and ministers. It brings me a feeling of contentment that fails to last because my eyes refuse to be blinded by what is being done for publicity.
Nothing changed in this part of the world. Certainly, not from where I’m sitting.
I can’t be happy for more than a second. My smile fades as soon as it forms because I remember sitting with my friend that afternoon. She told me her friend was jailed for 2 months for getting raped. This is our law. How her cousin was raped by her fiancee to teach her a lesson — “learn not to go out with a man who isn’t your husband” — and how she was too afraid to report it because she knew too well about the consequences.
I can’t be happy because I have eyes to see and a mirror to reflect my life for me. I can watch my family and my friends. I see how they behave and act. I see where the boundaries are drawn and where the limits are set. I can’t be happy because I was refused to study at a decent university, one that ranks 348 higher than the one I’m currently in. Why? Because I’m female.
When I try to have the slightest bit of hope the law kills it for me. I mean, have you even looked at the law? I’m a second-class citizen. The law tells me that I need a guardian until the age of 30. I’m a 21-year-old woman and I still need permission to practice my most basic human rights. I’m surprised they haven’t restricted breathing to men only. The law tells me I inherit 1/2 of what a man does. Not enough?
The law allows the chastisement by a husband of his wife and minor children, so long as the assault does not exceed the limits prescribed by Sharia (Islamic law)
How will headlines influence change when the law shamelessly discriminates against women? This is what makes me the saddest. Headlines that don’t reflect the reality of society but continue to trend among its people.
They say that it’s always the people in power who are afraid of change.
I‘d like to know..
What are these men so afraid of?
Why are they terrified of us?