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Protected: Rock Me Gently June 30, 2008

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Jeep®ROck Me Gently June 30, 2008

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OK and a commercial break before the next episode of Sundays Fundays :P

Protected: Ayoh! What an Ordeal! June 30, 2008

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Ghada Jamshir June 29, 2008

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Ghada Jamshir, a Bahraini women’s rights activist speaks out on Al-Arabiya TV in 2005 on regional women’s issues and child’s rights.

Worth listening to:

Child Marriages June 29, 2008

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Following is an interview with Dr. Ahmad Al-Mu’bi, a Saudi marriage officiant, which aired on LBC TV on June 19, 2008.

At the end he says:

What if a father has to travel and he has 2, 3, or 4 daughters and they have no “maharem” (which is a male guardian) Isn’t it better for a daughter to be married to someone who will protect her and look after her and then when she is at an age where she ready for sex, take her as his wife?

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To me this sounds like outright slavery and child abuse.

I know that there are many people whose situation may not permit them to seek alternative choices but to “sell off” their daughters and work their sons from a very young age. But religion should be flexible and protective and interpreted according to times we are living in.

If one is not able to look after their children, then they should be put up for foster care and not forcibly put into a situation of child abuse. Laws must protect children.

Obsessive Attraction June 26, 2008

Posted by jewaira in Life, Links, Love, Men, Relationships, Sex, Sexuality, Women.
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Often we hear about the attraction of opposites or obsessive relationships between people of totally different backgrounds. It may be a deeply religious person who is enthralled with someone who is not as spiritual. It may be someone socially or politically conservative attracted to someone who is not. And it may be an attraction between two people of different cultures and origins.

What is the reason for this attraction that in some cases may be regarded as taboo? Is it one person’s boredom with the people in his/her own culture? Is it the thrill of the illicit?

In Kuwait we have had our fair share of such stories: rich girls who have eloped with partners their family would disown them for; husbands who have had illicit relations and perhaps even married domestic helpers, and young men who have gotten involved with the wrong kind of woman. I’m sure we all know these stories.

However, many are fascinated by these scandalous tales and despite exclamations of disgust, are willing to listen to more.

I came across one interesting tale from 19th century England where the social divide was quite pronounced. It is the story of Hannah Culwick, a working class maid and her lover, the upper class lawyer Arthur Munby. The fascination between the couple and their taboo love affair spanned many years until Munby insisted they get married and that was the end of the passion for it drove poor Hannah to a nervous breakdown.

Read the fascinating details here:

A slave to love: The bizarre Victorian Upstairs Downstairs romance between a wealthy barrister and his maid

Protected: Asexual Orgasm June 25, 2008

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Sartorial Eloquence II June 25, 2008

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I am always intrigued by the variety of dress code in Kuwait.

In the parking lot of my Co-Op shopping centre on a hot June morning, a young woman passes in front of my car, dressed in training pants and a short top that reveals a delightful peak into her lower back, and honey brown skin. I wonder if she realizes the top is short at the back or whether she just does not care at how much skin she exposes. It is funny that in an environment like ours, revealing a bit of skin always turns heads but when I am abroad, there is lots of flesh everywhere, and people could care less. In those environments, skin loses its sex appeal to a large extent.

On the opposite extreme, a woman with two young children and a basket in tow make their way to their car. She is wearing a dark orange manteau-like full dress with white, billowing waist-length hijab and a black niqab across her face. Far from sexy in her conservative attire, she comes across as that hardworking mom who does the grocery shopping with the children, deals with crying, the heat, and appeasing them as she drives home to cook lunch.

I have noticed that when I come back from trips to countries where dress code is not conservative, I tend to be relaxed about what I wear. I am not as fussy about cleavage, skin showing, or transparency of clothing. However, it is not long before I start feeling that I need to protect myself and create space between my body and what I am comfortable about sharing of it with others.

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Repression June 24, 2008

Posted by jewaira in Poetry.
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Of course I miss you.

Every time I go to that place, little thoughts of you….

Golden beams of moonlight

Small shells

tokens of passionate moments

where moments were lived to the fullest.

But I take out a wide strip of masking tape

and tape this mouth over

so that I will not speak of you;

I will bind my head

thickly with plastic strips

to stop me from reminiscing

about imagined encounters;

I will rip off the plastic binds and

wrap them

around

and around

my wrists

holding aching fingers back

from the temptation of

reaching you.

Oh yes

I do exercise self control

like you.

You are non-existent.

But then what do I miss?

Never having smelt you, nor touched you, nor loved you.

Nurture June 23, 2008

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a taupe coloured nest
built on a wooden beam
in an ancient land..
three hungry mouths,
chirping frantically,
triangular,
open,
waiting,
for
mama
to hurry back with some food.

And she does.

maternal instinct
is
universal.

Fragile Lychee June 23, 2008

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I see your name

and it doesn’t look

familiar

anymore

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I shield myself,

a soft lychee

in a gentle silky

coccoon;

I am fragile

being left

out;

exposed

to all;

broken asunder

trying hard

to collect pieces

of my self

which I misplaced

into vacant

vessels

now lost at sea.

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Excelerate June 23, 2008

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What if

I pressed

down

on the

accelerator

instead of

the brake pad?

Would I go

flying

over

the edge?

Silky June 23, 2008

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You

are

transparent

a silk scarf

that blows

in the breeze

threatening

to be carried off

without warning.

Your Cardinal June 23, 2008

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I wish I was
that red bird;
a cardinal
with a sweet melodious voice
to charm you away,
and take you into the
secret
shaded boughs
where
we can sing
to our heart’s content

Unattainable June 22, 2008

Posted by jewaira in Links, Love, Music.
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She is that woman, fatally attracted to the man who cannot stay, the man whose dreams drive him on to wider and wilder horizons, the man who offers her fiery moments of passion, and a deeper love while being driven to greater glory. It is a fine challenge for passion to vie with obsessions, and it makes the time shared even more bittersweet.

“Brandy wears a braided chain
Made of finest silver from the North of Spain
A locket that bears the name
Of the man that Brandy loves

He came on a summer’s day
Bringing gifts from far away
But he made it clear he couldn’t stay
No harbor was his home

Yeah, Brandy used to watch his eyes
When he told his sailor stories
She could feel the ocean foam rise
She saw its ragin’ glory
But he had always told the truth, lord, he was an honest man
And Brandy does her best to understand”

from Brandy You’re a fine Girl

Original song by Looking Glass

Summer Love June 22, 2008

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Bobby Goldsboro , Summer (The First Time)

“…I go back in my mind
To the very first time
And feel the touch of her fingers
It was a hot afternoon
Last day of June
And the sun was a demon
The clouds were afraid
One-ten in the shade
And the pavement was steaming…”

Retreat June 14, 2008

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I’ll be closing the shutters for a short while on the Boudoir. You can slip me notes under the door if you like.

Going for a retreat.

Remedley June 13, 2008

Posted by jewaira in Poetry.
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We are two fat Koi fish in a dark green garden pond.

We are two decadent lily pads, beckoning to other lovers.

We are two beautiful souls, that melt into light.

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I am the golden moon beam, that you run across to meet.

I am the bleeding sunrise, that you contemplate.

I am the mauve sunset, full of mystique.

I am the dark night, that absorbs your love.

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You echo my laughter

You mirror my smiles

You reflect my love

You envelope my needs

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He was Evian

He was green mint

He was falafel sandwiches

He was Santa Fe

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She was high heels

She was slit skirts

She was black slips

She was that dress

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We were two love birds

We were two squirrels

We were two bovines

We were two beasts

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I am that Kent comb

You are that smiley pencil

I am that black heart

You are that secret box

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They were the star-crossed couple

They were the happy pair

They were the opposites attract

They were the love you forever.

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I am the end.

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Happy Birthday

On the occasion

thereof…

The man is the biggest of all the donkeys June 12, 2008

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“The man is the biggest of all the donkeys,” said Abdelkibir Errami, [....vice president [of the Islamic Center of Roubaix]. “Even if the woman was no longer a virgin, he had no right to expose her honor. This is not what Islam teaches. It teaches forgiveness.” Link

The reason for my previous post regarding the film Corazones de Mujer, was to highlight the degree in which the issue of proving a female’s virginity has become a necessity for some Muslims living in the West before getting married.

For some, it is now not enough to hang out the bloodied sheet on the wedding night. Some families are now demanding certificates of virginity before a couple can get married.

Because of this, some young women are resorting to hymenoplasty , surgery to restore the hymen, before marriage whether they have been sexually active or not (meaning the hymen may have been damaged by non-sexual means). Needless to say, it is a growing method to deal with this dilemma of proving one’s virginity to one’s in-laws or husband to be.

Recently in the news, we heard of the French Muslim man who dashed out of the nuptial chambers on his wedding night and declared he was cheated and that despite what he was promised, the “good”s he had received were “damaged”. The next day his lawyer petitioned the marriage to be annulled by a French court. This created a furor and the anullment was stopped. Now all the poor bride wants is her freedom from this “biggest of all the donkeys” whose own virginity may be questionable as well.

This type of bad press is not what we need to portray the Islamic religion and the many ways it has stipulated for us to deal with such predicaments. It was certainly uncalled for to make such a big fuss.

I recall reading one story of a Muslim man who had married a woman and found she was already pregnant (whether by consensual premarital sex or rape I am not sure). Anyway, this man did not say a word about his wife’s pregnancy and advised her not to say anything either. They went away to a far away village where no one knew them and when it was time for her to deliver, he had a midwife come to the house and assist in his wife’s delivery. He then swaddled  the infant and placed him by the mosque, just before the fajer prayers and left him there.  Soon, he came back to the mosque for the fajer prayers and found some people gathered around the abandoned infant. He spoke out and offered to adopt him as his own. Not only did his wife get her child back but he also protected his and her reputation by his good deeds.

I am not undermining the concept of virginity. Honour is something that is felt and irreplaceable. However, not all is what it seems and sometimes even if a bride’s hymen is intact, it does not necessarily mean she has not had any sexual experience. And certainly, bachelor men who have sex right left and center, should not be too picky when it comes to choosing their marriage partners and demand a virgin because as far as the bride is concerned, she is also getting “used goods” as well. Where’s the justice in that??

Corazones de mujer June 11, 2008

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Corazones de mujer ( 2008 )
Woman’s Hearts (English translation)

“…..hymen repair is talked about so much that it is the subject of a film comedy that opens in Italy this week. “Women’s Hearts,” as the film’s title is translated in English, tells the story of a Moroccan-born woman living in Italy who goes to Casablanca for the operation.

One character jokes that she wants to bring her odometer count back down to “zero.”

“We realized that what we thought was a sporadic practice was actually pretty common,” said Davide Sordella, the film’s director. “These women can live in Italy, adopt our mentality and wear jeans. But in the moments that matter, they don’t always have the strength to go against their culture.”
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From Woman’s Hearts review

…..A pre-op Moroccan transsexual dressmaker in Italy takes a client to Casablanca for a minor operation to “restore” her virginity in the flavorless mishmash “Woman’s Hearts.”

Flamboyant tailor Shakira (Aziz Ahmeri) offers to help Zina (Ghizlaine Waldi) hide her lost virginity from her tradition-bound family and fiancee. Together they drive from Turin to Morocco, where Shakira dons men’s clothing, reconnects with his young son (Mohammed Wajid) and helps Zina discover the meaning of free self-expression as she overcomes jealousies and expectations…..