Still Thinking…

I met a friend’s friend last night briefly, a French man, who said something during a short 2 min walk between Gelare and the car parked in East Coast:

“You should go to London right now, you will change your mind.”

That line, was in response to my gushing about how of all the major cities in the world, I feel most free walking around in my hijab, as a professional,in London, Toronto and Vancouver. The last 2 being Canadian cities were of no issues, but he was adamant that I will change my mind about London. He asked when was I there last, and I must say it has been 3 years. A lot has changed, the hijab-ed lady has morphed to an unwanted fashion icon.

I am not one swayed easily by mass media dynamics. I take every single news report with a huge dose of salt, often backtracking in my mind whose agenda it is fulfilling. I don’t get ga-gaed on celebrity-dom, needless to say the faceless masks worn by politicians to shed their own value-system to blend in with the party’s worldview. The recent rhetorics thrown by political figures on how wearing the hijab means you are not integrating with the larger society, were to me, just another mass media propaganda. It is a psychological campaign and that was it.

But that statement last night made me think hard and fast about this whole hijab wearing issue. Where did all this fear come from? Are we really alien-looking that it makes them wonder if we can even say hello back to them should they want to be friendly with us? Are they all that naive and ignorant to think that Muslims, and those who visibly are, are bomb-strapped underneath the Prada bags? Come on, surely those who shamelessly claim they are shouting anti-hijab for the good of their society is totally high on somekind of Ice conconction? I cannnot fathom the stupidity, nor the ignorance. This coming from those elected to lead societies. Unimaginable.

At the heart of this is fear. It is justified to feel fear when you know so little of what you fear about, but an educated mind, would at least lead you to a position where you will find out what you don’t know. As a leader, then that position is no longer a choice, but a duty.

I laugh when I read about how certain quarters describe Islam and Muslims as barbaric, and medieval. I don’t get affected much by them, because I am not defined by what others think. Anyway, standing in a position where you are thought of stupid is always better – since no one will stand on guard to resist you. But to make judgements about what I wear, just to decide what kind of mind I have, is ridiculous.

Didn’t civilisation teach them, anything? I think they should revisit the definition of medieval, and maybe they will find some answers.And those answers are for us too.

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UPDATE (13 Nov 2006)

A fellow blogger Nazrah kindly sent me this article by Yvonne Ridley, after reading the above posting. Food for thought.

How I Came To Love The Veil

Yvonne Ridley, LONDON
First Published in Washington Post (www.washingtonpost.com)

Monday, October 23, 2006

I used to look at veiled women as quiet, oppressed creatures — until I was captured by the Taliban. In September 2001, just 15 days after the terrorist attacks on the United States , I snuck into Afghanistan , clad in a head-to-toe blue burqa, intending to write a newspaper account of life under the repressive regime. Instead, I was discovered, arrested and detained for 10 days. I spat and swore at my captors; they called me a “bad” woman but let me go after I promised to read the Koran and study Islam. (Frankly, I’m not sure who was happier when I was freed — they or I.)

Back home in London , I kept my word about studying Islam — and was amazed by what I discovered. I’d been expecting Koran chapters on how to beat your wife and oppress your daughters; instead, I found passages promoting the liberation of women. Two-and-a-half years after my capture, I converted to Islam, provoking a mixture of astonishment, disappointment and encouragement among friends and relatives.

Now, it is with disgust and dismay that I watch here in Britain as former foreign secretary Jack Straw describes the Muslim nikab — a face veil that reveals only the eyes — as an unwelcome barrier to integration, with Prime Minister Tony Blair, writer Salman Rushdie and even Italian Prime Minister Romano Prodi leaping to his defense.

Having been on both sides of the veil, I can tell you that most Western male politicians and journalists who lament the oppression of women in the Islamic world have no idea what they are talking about. They go on about veils, child brides, female circumcision, honor killings and forced marriages, and they wrongly blame Islam for all this — their arrogance surpassed only by their ignorance.

These cultural issues and customs have nothing to do with Islam. A careful reading of the Koran shows that just about everything that Western feminists fought for in the 1970s was available to Muslim women 1,400 years ago. Women in Islam are considered equal to men in spirituality, education and worth, and a woman’s gift for childbirth and child-rearing is regarded as a positive attribute.
When Islam offers women so much, why are Western men so obsessed with Muslim women’s attire? Even British government ministers Gordon Brown and John Reid have made disparaging remarks about the nikab — and they hail from across the Scottish border, where men wear skirts.
When I converted to Islam and began wearing a headscarf, the repercussions were enormous. All I did was cover my head and hair — but I instantly became a second-class citizen. I knew I’d hear from the odd Islamophobe, but I didn’t expect so much open hostility from strangers. Cabs passed me by at night, their “for hire” lights glowing. One cabbie, after dropping off a white passenger right in front of me, glared at me when I rapped on his window, then drove off. Another said, “Don’t leave a bomb in the back seat” and asked, “Where’s bin Laden hiding?”

Yes, it is a religious obligation for Muslim women to dress modestly, but the majority of Muslim women I know like wearing the hijab, which leaves the face uncovered, though a few prefer the nikab. It is a personal statement: My dress tells you that I am a Muslim and that I expect to be treated respectfully, much as a Wall Street banker would say that a business suit defines him as an executive to be taken seriously. And, especially among converts to the faith like me, the attention of men who confront women with inappropriate, leering behavior is not tolerable.

I was a Western feminist for many years, but I’ve discovered that Muslim feminists are more radical than their secular counterparts. We hate those ghastly beauty pageants, and tried to stop laughing in 2003 when judges of the Miss Earth competition hailed the emergence of a bikini-clad Miss Afghanistan , Vida Samadzai, as a giant leap for women’s liberation. They even gave Samadzai a special award for “representing the victory of women’s rights.”

Some young Muslim feminists consider the hijab and the nikab political symbols, too, a way of rejecting Western excesses such as binge drinking, casual sex and drug use. What is more liberating: being judged on the length of your skirt and the size of your surgically enhanced breasts, or being judged on your character and intelligence? In Islam, superiority is achieved through piety — not beauty, wealth, power, position or sex .

I didn’t know whether to scream or laugh when Italy’s Prodi joined the debate last week by declaring that it is “common sense” not to wear the nikab because it makes social relations “more difficult.” Nonsense. If this is the case, then why are cellphones, landlines, e-mail, text messaging and fax machines in daily use? And no one switches off the radio because they can’t see the presenter’s face.

Under Islam, I am respected. It tells me that I have a right to an education and that it is my duty to seek out knowledge, regardless of whether I am single or married. Nowhere in the framework of Islam are we told that women must wash, clean or cook for men . As for how Muslim men are allowed to beat their wives — it’s simply not true. Critics of Islam will quote random Koranic verses or hadith, but usually out of context. If a man does raise a finger against his wife, he is not allowed to leave a mark on her body, which is the Koran’s way of saying, “Don’t beat your wife, stupid.”

It is not just Muslim men who must reevaluate the place and treatment of women. According to a recent National Domestic Violence Hotline survey, 4 million American women experience a serious assault by a partner during an average 12-month period. More than three women are killed by their husbands and boyfriends every day — that is nearly 5,500 since 9/11.

Violent men don’t come from any particular religious or cultural category; one in three women around the world has been beaten, coerced into sex or otherwise abused in her lifetime, according to the hotline survey. This is a global problem that transcends religion, wealth, class, race and culture.

But it is also true that in the West, men still believe that they are superior to women, despite protests to the contrary. They still receive better pay for equal work — whether in the mailroom or the boardroom — and women are still treated as sexualized commodities whose power and influence flow directly from their appearance.

And for those who are still trying to claim that Islam oppresses women, recall this 1992 statement from the Rev. Pat Robertson, offering his views on empowered women: Feminism is a “socialist, anti-family political movement that encourages women to leave their husbands, kill their children, practice witchcraft, destroy capitalism and become lesbians.”
Now you tell me who is civilized and who is not.

Yvonne Ridley is political editor of Islam Channel TV in London and coauthor
of “In the Hands of the Taliban: Her Extraordinary Story” (Robson Books).