Jeep®ROck Me Gently June 30, 2008
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OK and a commercial break before the next episode of Sundays Fundays ![]()
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
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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.
Repression June 24, 2008
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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
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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
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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.”
SOURCE
…..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…..