Gender Equality Is A Myth

 

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I am a native of the patriarchal society and the resident of this world where gender discrimination is at it's peak. Feelings, emotions and dreams are suppressed with strength, swear and sword. The visioners are termed as idealists and the optimism is regarded as exageration. The ones crying are considered as weak and "sinf-e-nazuk" and the ones hiding their feelings are known as emotionless. Everyone is double standard and all are hypocrite. We build relationships for ourselves and we break them for the very reason. Alas! The clouds of gloom are in the air. The earth seems like a horrible ghost.

I don't want to sound like a pessimist but the reality is what it is. It won't change neither for you nor for me. We may try to be happy like Montesquieu but again we will fail like his lofty ideals did with the outbreak of world war 2.

I am saying all the things not because I am an emotional creep but because rationality have been failed to tackle my emotions. The person killing his sister and calling it a "honour" for himself, took me somewhere far behind. To the days when I wasn't aware of the term "feminism" , wasn't aware of any sort of "Aurat March " , it's controversial banners and it's western propoganda. To the time when I was surrounded with eastern traditions and culture and all its so called time and again mentioned beauties. Even then I was sure that there is something wrong in the system, whether Islamic one or the contemporary ; patriarchal. Even then the question raised in my mind that why we all sibblings aren't afraid of our mother as we are of our father. I tried to supressed that with the concept of warmness of mother's love but all in vain. Gradually I realized it's not because of love but because of the power phenomenon. I invested my nights in thinking and crying purposes cause I felt the discrimination throughout when all my favorite things went to my brother. The fact that he was present there and was preferred in front of me made me hate him. I used to love my religion but when people told me that I have to bow in front of a "mijazi khuda" and all the related precepts made me away from it. The property distribution pushed me further away.

Time passed and the searched continued. With time I realized that my brother is what he is because of the system, there is no point in hating him. He is being raised as I am through a certain force. Not only Islam but Christianity and Hinduism are also in the same block where "Pati is Bghwan Saman" and we have to owe him. I understand it's not Islam but people who manipulate it are the deservers of hatred. Marriage is not a problem, people judging girls on basis of dowry , her looks and on the basis of household chores she knows are the basic problem creators. 

I got out from my hollow aura I had made around me and started looking world from the broader eyes. I become the ambassador of women rights. Started fighting when I knew nothing, doing debates in favor of Qandeel Baloch when her brother killed him accusing people to watch Imran Hashmi's videos but not killing him. The life continued and so did the age. Teenage was more drastic than anything. Experiences of sexual harassment whether through uber/cream drivers or via labourers. Everywhere I saw lust but I knew the SYSTEM. It hurted when own family members accused girls for doing "something" so that we had became victim of these harassments. The Nimra Ahmed novel Namal explained my feelings when she said "our own male members discourages us and weakens us in front of other man". I met Tehmina Durani in her book "My Feudal Lord" where every sentence poured out her feelings and the pain she had went through. Her line about Mustafa's other wife "He plucked Safia from a sky and locked her in a cage" forced me to think that the pain vanished her abhorrence for another woman in her husband's life which women can never favour. I saw the same shadow of Tehmina in Reham Khan in her very own book. I am not the advocate of these women nor their characters but the point is domestic violence is unbearable in any way and in any form. I move forward to see Priyanka Chopra, Emma Watson and Muneeba Mazari as the propagators of my ideas. I saw the survivor Lakshmi Bayi who felt the pain of acid attack and is now motivating us. Prime Minister Benazir Bhutto, Doctor Afia and Malala Yousaf Zai are not the ones to forget. We can't forget 4 years of Zainab and her brutish rapers. They all are the warriors of same battle, riders of the same bike and survivors of the same air.

 Even in our very own religion Bibi Zainab came out to address and to become the backbone of her brother Hussain's religion. Hazrat Zahra came forward to save her husband and Hazrat Ayesha confronted and headed the armies.

I will again say Islam is the foremost religion who took the banner of women rights when it saved us from dying in fires in primitive societies. I owe a request to you all, let me be able to think that there is something good left in you and in me. Let us control our lust and stop bamboozling our faith. Let us stop hypocrisy. Let us not put down any other but work together giving each other respect and love. Let us stop judging our wives by the quantity of dowry she will bring and let us stop blaming our husbands for the economic crises. Let us all become power of each other. Let us eradicate every evil and become civilians. Let us eradicate the concept that GENDER EQUALIRY IS A MYTH.

Together we can .

Together I and YOU are WE.