"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.
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.
Showing posts with label chadari. Show all posts
Showing posts with label chadari. Show all posts
Monday, 12 December 2011
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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