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Submission {Women in Islam}

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Submission O Allah, as I lie here wounded, my spirit broken I hear in my head the judge's voice as he pronounces me guilty. The sentence I've to serve is in your words: "The woman and the man guilty of adultery or fornication flog each of them with a hundred stripes; let no compassion move you in their case, in a matter prescribed by Allah, if ye believe in Allah and the Last Day; and let a party of the believers witness their punishment" Two years ago, on a sunny day, while on the souk my eyes were caught by those of Rahman, the most handsome man I have ever met. After that day, I couldn't help but notice his presence whenever I went to the marketplace. I was thrilled when I learned that his ap- pearance on the bazaar was not a coincidence. One day he suggested we meet in secret, and I said, 'Yes'. As the months went by our relationship deepened. What is more, out of our love a new life started to grow. Our happiness did not go unnoticed and before long, envious eyes gave way to malicious tongues; 'Let's ignore these people', Rahman and I said to each other, 'and trust in Allah's mercy'. Naive, young and in love perhaps, but we thought that your holiness was on our side. Rahman and I shared affection, trust and a deep respect for each other, how could Allah disapprove? Why would he? When I was sixteen my father broke the news to me in the kitchen. "You are going to marry Aziz; he is from a virtuous family and he will take good care of you". My wedding day was more of a celebration of my families than of mine. Once in my marital home my husband approached me, Ever since then I recoil from his touch, I am repulsed by his smell, even if he has just had a bath. Yet, O Allah I obey his command sanctioned by your words I let him take me each time I push him away he quotes you: "They ask thee concerning women's courses Say: they are a hurt and a pollution So keep away from women in their courses, and do not approach them until they are clean But when they have purified themselves, Ye may approach them in any manner, time or place ordained for you by Allah For Allah loves those who turn to him constantly And he loves those who keep themselves pure and clean." O Allah, most high You say that 'men are the protectors and maintainers of women, because, you have given the one more (strength) than the other'. I feel, at least once a week the strength of my husband's fist on my face. O Allah most high Life with my husband is hard to bear, but I submit my will to you My husband supports me from his means, therefore I am devoutly obedient, and I guard in my husband's absence what you would have me guard. But my husband, maintainer and protector, fears disloyalty and ill conduct on my part; he accuses me of being ungrateful to him; He always finds a reason to doubt my loyalty to him And after a series of threats and warnings he starts to beat me. O Allah, most gracious, most merciful. Just as you demand of the believing woman I lower my gaze, and guard my modesty. I never display my beauty and ornaments; not even my face or hands. I never strike with my feet in order to draw attention to my hidden ornaments, not even at parties. I never go out of the house unless it is absolutely necessary; and then only with my father's permission. When I do go out I draw my veil over my bosom as you wish. Once in a while I sin. I fantasize about feeling the wind through my hair or the sun on my skin, perhaps on the beach. I day-dream about an extended journey through the world, imagining all the places and people's out there. Of course, I shall never see these places or meet many people because it is so important to guard my modesty in order to please you, O Allah. So I cheerfully do as you say and cover my body from head to toe except while I am in the house and with family members only. In general I am happy with my life. However, things have changed since my father's brother, Hakim is staying with us. He waits till I am alone at home and comes to my room. Then he orders me to do things to him, touch him in places most intimate. Since he is with us I took to the habit of wearing the veil inside in order to deter him. That doesn't stop him though. Twice now he unveiled me, ripped my inner garments and raped me. When I told my mother she said she would take it up with my father. But my father ordered her - and me - not to question his brother's honour. I experience pain each time my uncle comes to see me. I feel caged, like an animal waiting for slaughter. I am filled with guilt and shame; and I feel abandoned, yet I am surrounded by family and friends. O Allah, Hakim is gone, now that he knows that I am pregnant. The verdict that killed my faith in love is in your holy book. Faith in you..., submission to you... feels like... is self betrayal. O Allah, giver and taker of life. You admonish all who believe to turn towards you in order to attain bliss. I have done nothing my whole life but turn to you. And now that I pray for salvation, under my veil, you remain silent like the grave I long for.

Video Details

Duration: 10 minutes and 59 seconds
Country: United States
Language: English
Genre: None
Director: Theo Van Gogh
Views: 1,375
Posted by: logan000000 on Jul 4, 2010

Theo Van Gogh was murdered because of this short movie "Submission: Part I" by a Muslim, who then slew the chest and stabbed him a letter announcing his next victim: Ayaan Hirsi Ali. Which depicts the life that women under Islamic societies go through.

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