They have that fearful
and mischievous look of schoolgirls who know they are breaking a rule but aren’t
really sorry about it. Before entering the room, they spent almost an hour
preparing their transgression, talking each other into it and weighing the
consequences. They know they are likely to be chastised for it, but they
decided that it’s worth it. After all, there are these other three who are
doing it and they will get away with it.
Peaces of Afghanistan
Below are the impressions and thoughts of a young western woman working with a foreign NGO in Afghanistan. Often, the posts will be raw and unfiltered, as I am struggling to make sense of the things I hear and see around me. I mean to find the peaces (not the “peace”, as there is never just one peace), the beauty, the diversity of a society which has long been presented to us as a backwards haven for religious fanatics and violence. Readers are encouraged to help with pertinent comments.
Monday 19 December 2011
Monday 12 December 2011
Mission impossible: disguising a western woman in a chadari
"Thanks" to a high-profile assassination, my
supervisor decided that I should have a chadari, just in case of emergency.
While that might sound like a smart disguise, wearing it on the street for just
a few minutes confirmed that any man who wasn't blind could spot from some
hundred metres that I was a foreigner. That thing is by far the most difficult
garment I ever had to put on, and that includes my kindergarten costume party
outfits! Of course, not being comfortable in your clothes shows, so men walking
by me on the street were staring even more than when I go out without it. Later
I was told that it was the way I walk and carry my body that gave me away more
than the jeans which were slightly visible underneath.
On dating and proper dress code
For
a few days, I am sharing my room with a colleague from another province, a
university-educated woman in her twenties living in the southern province of
Ghazni. She is a Hazara, a member of the ethnic group who has suffered the
worst of the Taleban brutality and discrimination; long before the Taleban
rule, however, the Hazara were considered second-class people, good only for
working as servants and unqualified manual labourers.
Come to my house, have some tea!
It's
been a while since I wrote. Seems my eternal problem with writing rears its
head again. So many times in my life, under the influence of strong emotions
looking for a way out, I started a writing project, whether it was a diary, a
blog or a novel, only to abandon it shortly thereafter, not because my emotions
are gone, but because they found other outlets. Other times, I simply can't
find the right words to express how I feel or what I've just experienced, so I
don't even try.
Anyway,
today it seems my writing mood is back, so here it goes:
I
want to talk about hospitality, because the Afghan's approach to it has often
left me humbled. In my work I sometimes travel to villages and meet some of the
poorest people living in one of the poorest provinces in one of the poorest
countries in the world. Lots of poverty, it seems, but not in spirit.
Sunday 31 July 2011
Proper car arrangements
Today
I found out what is considered the proper seating arrangement in a car of 4+1
seats when the passengers are two women and two men. It is not, as one might
naively think, putting three people in the back seats and one in the front. No,
no, that would make people uncomfortable! In such a situation, both women ride
in front - yes on one seat, even when the road is a bumpy affair, barely
distinguishable from the rocky landscape...
Saturday 30 July 2011
The anonymous women
A
chadari is a traditional Afghan female garment, used to cover the entire body
from head to toe, including the face, leaving only a small slit for the eyes,
also covered by a net. It is usually a light-medium blue and has become quite
famous from the pictures published in the western media during and immediately
after the Taliban regime, becoming a symbol of the direct and structural
violence perpetrated against women during these short but extremely brutal
years.
In
addition to expelling women completely from public life – including trained
professionals who were a pillar of the country’s economy – the Taliban regime
imposed, under harsh punishments for transgressors, the obligation for each and
every woman to wear a chadari when leaving the house. This effectively ensured
that women, in those rare and limited instances when they stepped into the
public space, would be completely indistinguishable from one another, blue identical
ghosts who were not really individuals, did not have a face, nor feelings,
hopes, professional skills.
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