حظي مقال للناشطة والصحافية اليمنية هند
الأرياني، أقرب ما يكون للخواطر التي تمزج الدين بالموروث الاجتماعي، باهتمام كبير
من صحيفة “الميرور” البريطانية، التي اختارته كأحد المقالات الجديرة بالقراءة،
وبادرت الصحيفة بوضع المقال في زاوية “مختارات من عالم الانترنت”.
وحظيت أفكار الأرياني بتفاعل كبير على مستوى
القراء الأجانب والعرب على السواء، وهو ما يتضح من التعليقات، خاصة أن المقال يحمل
سؤالاً جدلياً، يحرك المياه الراكدة على الصعيدين الاجتماعي والديني كلما أعيد
طرحه.
فريسة للنساء
وعلى الرغم
من أنه لا يبدو سؤالاً جديداً، إلا أن الناشطة اليمنية، التي تتخذ من بيروت سكناً
لها، تحدثت بلسان الملايين من الفتيات العربيات، اللواتي يطرحن سؤالاً مباشراً،
يقول :”نحن أيضاً قد نقع فريسة للفتنة إذا شاهدنا رجلاً وسيماً، فلماذا لا يتحجب
الرجال؟”.
الأرياني مهدت لما تريد قوله باسترجاع
ذكريات الطفولة، حينما كانت تلعب وتلهو في حرية تامة في حديقة المنزل مع الأولاد
والبنات، ولكن كل شيء تغيّر في ما بعد، وأصبحت تنظر من شرفة المنزل لترى رفاق
الطفولة من الذكور مازالوا يلعبون ويستمتعون بالحرية، بينما هي حبيسة غرفتها، بل
أصبح لزاماً عليها أن تختبئ إذا سمعت أصواتهم التي تغيّرت، وأصبحت أكثر ذكورية.
فتنة المطرب الوسيم
وتضيف الأرياني :”قالوا لنا إن المرأة عورة، ويجب عليها أن ترتدي الحجاب، لكي لا
تفتن الرجال، وهو ما يجعلني أتذكر مطربي المفضل، فهو أيضاً يملك العيون الجميلة،
والشعر الناعم، فلماذا لا يفرضون عليه الحجاب أو النقاب؟. إنه سؤال لم أعثر له على
إجابة شافية، ولماذا لم يعد مسموحاً لنا اللعب واللهو بعد سنّ البلوغ، وفي المقابل
استمر رفاق الطفولة من الذكور في اللعب، والاستمتاع بحياتهم خارج سجن المنزل، ألم
يدركهم سن البلوغ أيضاً؟”.
استمرت الناشطة اليمنية في طرح المزيد من
علامات الاستفهام، قائلة :”قالوا إن المرأة جوهرة ثمينة تنبغي حمايتها، وقالوا
إنها مثل قطعة الحلوى، يجب عدم نزع الغطاء عنها لكي لا تتم محاصرتها بأسراب
الذباب، ولكنني أشاهد مطربي المفضل، وهو يتباهى بوسامته، وشعره الناعم، وصدره
المفتوح، فلماذا لا يفرضون عليه الحجاب، لكي يصبح مصدر فتنة للفتيات؟. على الأرجح
لن نعثر على إجابة”.
يذكر أن هند الإرياني صحافية وناشطة سياسية
واجتماعية، يمنية مقيمة في بيروت.
وهي صاحبة مبادرة “عيب على رويترز”، والتي
كانت نتيجتها إستغناء رويترز عن مراسلها في اليمن، نظراً إلى نقل الوكالة العالمية
أخباراً مغلوطة عن الثورة اليمنية، كانت تصب في مصلحة السلطة الحاكمة، وكانت
لها سلسلة حملات ضد القات، آخرها حملة تدعو إلى سنّ قانون يمنع القات في
المؤسسات الحكومية.
المقال الاصلي بالانجليزية
We used
to play at my aunt’s garden when we were younger- girls and boys, there was
no difference. We grew up together, we used to race, play, laugh. Sometimes we
would fight playfully.
We used to watch TV together, cry at the end of sad cartoons together, and we
grew a bit older, we began to study for our classes together. Whenever we’d
fight we used to threaten the other that we’d tell on them to the teacher. We
used to play practical jokes on one another, we’d laugh with all our hearts.
Now my cousin and I are staring outside the window. We are looking at the
garden where my male cousin and his friends are playing. This is the garden
where we used to play together. They used to be our friends once upon a time,
these are the boys we used to play with. But what happened? Why are we
prisoners at home, while they play ball outside with all freedom? What did we do?
Did we grow older? Did our bodies change? Did we become an object of temptation
that needs to be covered from people’s eyes? Aren’t those the boys we knew
since we were children? What changed? Why are we strangers? Why do I run and
hide whenever I hear one of their voices? Is it just because the pitch of his
voice changed? Is that why we aren’t friends anymore? Are we supposed to act
differently towards one another? Different to how we acted just yesterday? We
started to act shy and anxious whenever we’d speak and we stopped playing with
one another. My cousin and I began spending our spare time watching Mexican
soap operas, as if we were in our 50s.
I am at school and we are learning about what a woman should cover. Her hair is
temptation, her eyebrows are temptation. I remembered my favorite male singer
-- his eyes were beautiful too. His hair is beautiful -- but why doesn’t he
veil? I asked myself this question, but I couldn’t find the answer. I
remembered that I was banned from playing in the garden because I hit puberty.
However, my male friends weren’t. Didn’t they hit puberty too? Why weren’t they
imprisoned at home? I also couldn’t find the answer.
I hear it all the time: “A woman is a jewel that needs to be protected (i.e.
covered),” and sometimes it is even said that a woman is like candy “if you
remove the wrapper (i.e. the cover) the flies will swarm around her”. I turn on
the TV and find that favorite male singer that I am so fond of brushing his
soft silky hair and flaunting his handsomeness: his arms are bare, his chest is
bare -- why isn’t this object of temptation covered? Why isn’t he imprisoned at
home? Why aren’t women tempted by him? Some might claim that a woman shouldn’t
look at this… then shouldn’t men shield their gaze when looking at a tempting
female “object”? I couldn’t find the answer.
I am at university. I see some
people distributing a small religious book: Temptations of a Woman. Her
hair, her feet, her eyes, and “Thus, a woman must cover one of her eyes as both
of them together are tempting.” I swear this is what I read in this book!
It’s as if there is nothing left in
this world to talk about and scrutinize other than a woman and how she is a
temptation. I decided to observe men’s looks. I wanted to know which women
would attract men with her temptation. In front of me walks a woman wearing a
tight Abaya (long black cover). "Aha!I found her," I
thought,"She is an object of temptation."
I continue watching. In front of me
walks a woman with a baggy Abaya, however, with an uncovered face. The man
stares at her. "Aha! So her face is also a temptation!"
At that moment I realized that clothing has nothing to do with it. Men would
stare on all occasions. However, he, with his broad shoulders and his hair,
eyes and lips isn’t considered an object of temptation, even if all the women
in the world started at him. He is a man, he shouldn’t hide in his home. No one
calls him a 'jewel'. At that moment I wished I wasn’t a jewel. I wished to be a
free man.
***
I am in a Western country. Women are walking around me: one is wearing pants,
the other is wearing a short skirt, another wears shorts. Men and women are
walking side by side. It is strange -- no one is staring. Why don’t I see the
looks of men I saw in my country? Those looks that made a woman feel naked,
those looks that I hated -- the ones that made me hate being on this earth, and
hate being born a woman. Those looks that deny me my humanity. Why don’t I see
those looks here?
All the women are dressed up. Why don’t I see those looks even though all the
women are attractive here? I saw one women run and laugh. I remembered that I
wasn’t allowed to run once I hit puberty. I remembered my aunt’s window. I
remembered I was an object of temptation that must be covered. I remembered
that a man in my country wears white, while I am covered in black. I asked
myself, "Why don’t men wear black? Why don’t men cover their faces?"
And I couldn’t find the answer.
Hind Aleryani is a Yemeni journalist and blogger. This story first appeared on yourmiddleeast.com, republished with permission. You can find Hind on Twitter @Dory_Eryani and read her blog here.
