Friday, August 19, 2005

 

“You Alright Sista?!”

“I saw your sister man!”

“So?”


“Is she OK?”


“What do you mean?”


“Are things OK with her husband… she’s got a broken arm!”

“She doesn't have a husband!”



This is a paraphrased conversation that took place between my brother and his friend who had spotted my bandaged hand as I walked from a class a couple of weeks ago.

I had a mixed reaction as he told me this.

On the one hand I felt overwhelmed at the fact that, had I been in such a bleak circumstance at least there were people kind enough to look out for me.


That, there were men who did not see domestic violence as something to be proud of. I felt quite fortunate to be the sister of a man who sees domestic violence as a parasite in a sacred relationship which is considered worship.

Marriage is one of the primers in stabilizing communities and eventually society; the Islamic Traditions elevate it's status.

On the other hand, I also felt deeply saddened at the fact that two women in the UK die as a result of domestic violence each week.

Many women suffer abuse and assault continuously before they seek help. Some men from almost any faith consider hitting, ridiculing and dominating a woman as one of the most exemplary manners in demonstrating their masculinity.


I know a woman whose husband threw a book at her during her pregnancy.

I know a woman whose husband told her how ugly she looked.

I know a woman whose husband gave her a couple of children and a few stitches in the head.


As I dictate this to my machine I look towards the grey clouds that have filled the sky: two more women dead in the comfort of their own dwellings this week.

The time for men and for women to start living in peace is Now. As a society we need once again to rekindle the flame which illuminates mankind out of the hatred of the ‘other.’

We need to open our Scriptures as well as our hearts and allow ourselves to be immersed into a state of reflection so that we may be able to offer help, support and advice to those men who still have not understood that the Daughter of Adam is as sacred as her Mothers were before her.

Her Womb is as precious as was that which carried Prophet Isa AlaiSalam.

Her Breast is as sacred as that of the wet-nurse and mother of Prophet Musa AlaiSalam.

Her Feet are as indispensible as the one who ran seven times in search of water for her son Prophet Ishmael AlaiSalam.

And her Hands are as blessed as those which carried the Beloved Prophet Muhammad AlaiSalam into the desert.


I see a rainbow in the midst of those grey clouds outside.

Peace & Prayers

Wasalam, Love & Duas
Bint-eh Adam xx
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