Afroza Part Two
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Afroza Part One:
I met Afroza on my first day at University. She was unusual. She wore a
hijab but she would also wear matching miniskirts. The first day I met
her she was wearing a dark blue hijab and a dark blue miniskirt.
I had just joined the university Feminist Society and so had Afroza.
I immediately challenged her.
"Isn't wearing a hijab a sign of submission to the patriarchy of Islam?"
"It is my choice to wear a hijab and not your role as a male to dictate
what I can and can't wear. You should try wearing a niqab, Nick, or
burka before criticising my choice of clothing."
"Men don't dress like that, and talking of dress, isn't your miniskirt
the sort of length that would get you arrested in some Muslim majority
countries?" My understanding was that Muslim women were supposed to
cover up their bodies and the length of her skirt was a challenge to my
understanding. Also I was a nominal Christian and had been taught to
belittle Islam and call Muslim Countries "Muslim Majority countries" as
if this would mean Muslims would suddenly convert to Christianity.
"So tell me, Nick, how many Muslim countries have you been to?" Afroza
challenged me pretending not to have heard the word majority.
"You mean Muslim majority countries?" I replied.
"Should I call this country a Christian majority country because the
majority are Christian?" Afroza replied. I immediately saw why my
comment was disrespectful. "So what's your problem with calling other
countries Muslim for the same reason? Are you frightened that by doing
so you are going to become a Muslim? Or that your precious country will?
It's only a matter of time you know, because the birth rate among Muslims
in this country is higher than among Christians."
"Never," I replied confidently. "You will see me in a miniskirt and a
burka before I become a Muslim and that's never going to happen. And
this is never going to become a Muslim country."
"It could be arranged, Nikki," Afroza said, slightly too menacingly for
my liking. "You haven't been to any Muslim countries have you? Well,
did you know that in Pakistan they recognise the transgendered more than
in your Christian country? That might not be important to you now but it
will be one day. Yes in Muslim Pakistan there are three sexes but in
Christian England you only have two, you are so binary!"
Somehow Afroza always seemed to be a step ahead of me, like a torch
shining the way in the dark. Now she put it like that, I started to
wonder if England or Pakistan was more backward. I had thought Afroza
would be some na?ve, repressed and ill-informed Muslim girl and I had no
idea how much sharper and more clued up than me she was. I was out of my
depth, but I thought I could swim.
So ended our first discussion.
I went back to my room and lay on my bed with the lights off thinking
about my conversation with Afroza and how rather than impressing upon
Afroza how I had wrongly felt that she was a victim of a patriarchal
religion and coming away feeling like I had liberated her I had instead
come away with a sense of how I was in fact being sexist and that she had
liberated me. It was like I had gone in as a knight to rescue a damsel
in distress but the discovered that I was seeing things through the
knight's eyes and I was in fact the damsel.
I had tried to tell Afroza what she could and could not wear and I had
even started to wonder whether in fact my own country was more backwards
than hers and what would it be like to wear such an unmistakably feminine
garment as a Niqab or burka. Nick in a Niqab? That had a certain ring
to it or maybe Nikki in a Niqab sounded better? I was disturbed by where
my thoughts were taking me. Was Afroza wondering what it would be like
not to wear a hijab? Somehow I doubted it. I knew she probably removed
it when she was at home.
I wondered what she would look like under her hijab. As I fell asleep I
pictured her coming towards me removing her hijab as she stepped towards
me and I fell asleep.
Alma
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