So to start this post I have to declare that I've never read a book about feminism till two years back, I believe I was just born this way, this wonderful way. I am a proud African Arab Muslim feminist woman and I am tired of people speaking on my behalf. Whether you like it or not, I have this multiple identities, which I love about myself. I think of myself as an Arab and an African, I connect so much with those cultures and I am also geographically located within those two areas. I also identify myself as a Muslim, I believe in my religion but that does not prevent me from being very critical of it.
For me, attacking Arabs, African or Muslim as the source of misogyny does not help in any of the struggles I'm in for equality, on the personal level or on the professional level. I tend to think that taking the longer road or the hardest one would actually tackle the problem and help us understand more. For me, the difference really between the "west" and other countries where people complain about inequality between women and men, is that their laws prohibits it - sometimes. I have been traveling all over the world since I was 16, and I remember having this naive thought that "western women" are suffering less than us. Then I lived in the US and learned about the inequality, acquaintance rape, and domestic violence. I've met brave women from European countries talking about their experience with violence, one of them told me she insists on telling her mother's experience with domestic violence just because people think that she - a white English woman - wouldn't be in such situation.
I also went through a phase where I take appearances as a fact, then I came to learn how subjective everything is. I met an old friend who is face-veiled, who had her own reason to wear it - she said she spent years dressing up in revealing clothes till she was tired of people's looks, and now she feels more comfortable walking with her face-veil. I've read an article "Hands Off Clitordectomy" and I had a different look at the plastic surgeries that are widely accepted just because it's coming from the "west".
As I grow up (now I'm in my late 20s), I learn more that things are not as simple as that "they hate us", I actually wish they were, it would have been easier on me. I wish I haven't seen how extremists Catholic Americans look at abortion rights or homosexuality, I hope I never got introduced to the term "femicide" from Mexico where many killings are targeting women just for being women. I wish I didn't hear about burning clinics in the US just because they give medical care to women seeking abortion. And the list goes on and on, and it never ends - unfortunately. Having said that, this does not prevent me from criticizing our own misogyny, and confronting our own problems. I am very critical of my cultures and religion, but I'm very keen in playing an active role in voicing out my objection, not withdrawing from them.
I wish things was as trivial as "hatred", but even if it is the case, the men in my life from the Middle East do not hate me. I am surrounded by a father who supported every move I make in my personal life and my career, male friends who were there for me in the most critical phase in my life, and a wonderful partner who sometimes I think is more feminist than me.
I am tired of people speaking on my behalf, I'm not a weak Muslim woman living in the Middle East crying my heart out for savior from the "west". "Why do they hate us" does not represent me, same as the white saving discourse does not represent me. Same as people attacking my religion do not represent me. I speak for my own story. I am the sole legitimate voice for myself and here I am declaring it: Not in My Name.
For me, attacking Arabs, African or Muslim as the source of misogyny does not help in any of the struggles I'm in for equality, on the personal level or on the professional level. I tend to think that taking the longer road or the hardest one would actually tackle the problem and help us understand more. For me, the difference really between the "west" and other countries where people complain about inequality between women and men, is that their laws prohibits it - sometimes. I have been traveling all over the world since I was 16, and I remember having this naive thought that "western women" are suffering less than us. Then I lived in the US and learned about the inequality, acquaintance rape, and domestic violence. I've met brave women from European countries talking about their experience with violence, one of them told me she insists on telling her mother's experience with domestic violence just because people think that she - a white English woman - wouldn't be in such situation.
I also went through a phase where I take appearances as a fact, then I came to learn how subjective everything is. I met an old friend who is face-veiled, who had her own reason to wear it - she said she spent years dressing up in revealing clothes till she was tired of people's looks, and now she feels more comfortable walking with her face-veil. I've read an article "Hands Off Clitordectomy" and I had a different look at the plastic surgeries that are widely accepted just because it's coming from the "west".
As I grow up (now I'm in my late 20s), I learn more that things are not as simple as that "they hate us", I actually wish they were, it would have been easier on me. I wish I haven't seen how extremists Catholic Americans look at abortion rights or homosexuality, I hope I never got introduced to the term "femicide" from Mexico where many killings are targeting women just for being women. I wish I didn't hear about burning clinics in the US just because they give medical care to women seeking abortion. And the list goes on and on, and it never ends - unfortunately. Having said that, this does not prevent me from criticizing our own misogyny, and confronting our own problems. I am very critical of my cultures and religion, but I'm very keen in playing an active role in voicing out my objection, not withdrawing from them.
I wish things was as trivial as "hatred", but even if it is the case, the men in my life from the Middle East do not hate me. I am surrounded by a father who supported every move I make in my personal life and my career, male friends who were there for me in the most critical phase in my life, and a wonderful partner who sometimes I think is more feminist than me.
I am tired of people speaking on my behalf, I'm not a weak Muslim woman living in the Middle East crying my heart out for savior from the "west". "Why do they hate us" does not represent me, same as the white saving discourse does not represent me. Same as people attacking my religion do not represent me. I speak for my own story. I am the sole legitimate voice for myself and here I am declaring it: Not in My Name.