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A few rights given to women in Islam, a good 1,400+ years ago, when women were viewed as completely subservient to men, and people practiced female infanticide:
- Owning, Managing, and Maintaining Property
- Custody of Children
- Access to Education
- Choice of Spouse
- Keeping One’s Maiden Name After Marriage
- Equal Participation in the Political Process
- Spiritual Equality
The United Nations granted women these rights in the Declaration of Human Rights. In 1948. When many countries still had not given women the right to vote. In fact, over a thousand years after the death of Prophet Mohammad (pbuh), in 1586, French Catholics were still debating whether or not women possessed souls.
I’m so sick and tired of people who don’t practice Islam telling me about my religion. You really think millions of women have been coerced into believing in a tradition that views them as subservient? Get real.
A girl in my Sociology class turns around during a class activity on goals to start a conversation with me. Her opening line is: ‘I want to get married.’ I nod and smile. She does not ask me my goals, just continues telling me the sort of guy she’d like to be with and how many kids she’d like. Thoughtfully, she adds, ‘My mom told me to meet someone and marry them. You don’t wanna date around because you wanna be fresh for the guy and not a….you know what.’
My cousin’s Facebook ‘About Me’ lists things she would like in a man. There is nothing about her or the things she does, only qualities she finds attractive. ‘Looking for someone who can play the guitar and cook a great dinner,’ she wrote. I can hear her bubbly, singsong voice while reading it. She is thirteen years old and has told me that girls ‘oughta only kiss their husbands and that’s it.’ When I ask her what she wants to be when she’s older she says, ‘Married.’
My male friend tells me that he has no problem with what girls do, but that he would not date a girl who’s ‘been around’ because she’d be ‘dirty.’ I wonder if each time someone touches you, a part of you is soiled. If there are piles of dirt in the spaces where others’ fingers once rested. In the shower, I try to scrub the smell of dirt from myself, but come out, still polluted, with red scratch marks all over me.
Being a ‘you know what’ taught me some things: that I do not want to be touched by somebody who will judge my past. That I am not a tally book, with others’ names burned into me. If you have to label me as something, let it be a human being.
I care about the problems of men. I care that the patriarchy tells men that they have to be stoic beasts incapable of emotion. I care that the patriarchy tells men that they are lust-filled monsters incapable of controlling their own libidos. I care that the patriarchy tells men that they cannot be raped or assaulted because the patriarchy believes women are too weak and inferior to be dangerous.
Feminists did not do this to you, other men did.