"Surely you don't support the burka" , I said to my friend who had shared this image. "The hijab is one thing, but to eliminate identity? And say what we will, how is the face not a part of our identity? If someone undergoes cosmetic surgery and takes on someone else's face, it is termed identity theft. Identity cards have our faces on them. "
If being naked is banned and condemned, surely we are within our rights to ban completely covering up in a shroud like garment that covers faces.
My friend looked at her post , and apologized for misreading 'Burka' as 'Hijab' , and reposting, and spreading this filth.
Friend (Zoha): Taliban's regime surely morphed "the veil" , thus leaving us with different, some extreme and absurd, interpretations of observing hijab. Hijab have different cultural connotations along with the religious order( not all of these interpretations are right of course). People aren't but should be open to diffe…
The first time it made it onto TV news was in 2001. I was 10. Two women were at a New Year party-parade celebration near my house (Mumbai) , and they were groped, molested, and raped by several men, while the others in the crowd merely looked on and did nothing, not one finger was lifted to help for a long time. It was a big, breaking news story that new year.
A majority of ministers, news channels, and general public blamed the woman. She was wearing a short, tight, glittery, sleeveless black dress. I heard it being said a million times by a million people that she had brought it upon herself -- why was she out that late in the night, why was she dressed 'obscenely', 'accused' her of having a drink or two ; even went to the extent of saying that she almost deserved it for being a 'loose woman'. This was a warning to all the girls in the country, toe the line, or you will be brutally punished.
The faces of some of the rapists were caught on camera, others' we…
I'm going to rant about my phobia here for a while. I'm very, very wary of Tuesday. Since the day i could understand language, my dad has been repeatedly telling me , drilling it into my skull that Tuesday, the day is Bogeyman. That if wear a new frock on a Tuesday, it will be torn to pieces ; I buy a new book, I'll lose it ; I start taking dance classes , I'll fail ; I get out of bed, I'll die, okay this was a little exaggerated but you get the point.
Having been brain-washed since I was 3, this fear is something so deeply embedded in my head, that I still haven't gotten over it. In fact, it's a standing joke with my friends that V isn't going to make any plans today, cause it's Tuesday. People don't even extend Tuesday invitations to me any more. And no matter how hard I try, I just can not shake it off.
Recently, I reached a tipping pint. I was deeply upset by this suffocating superstition , this crippling helplessness I felt for 24 hours , …