I was moved by a burning desire. The desire to change. The desire to reveal. The desire to shake.
Many people wondered how I made it. How did I succeed to write for an hour on daily basis at 5:00 am in the morning, regardless of the weather and the circumstances. How did I persist and defeated all the challenged I faced until I had my novel ‘Fabulous Veils’ published?
The desires. I desired to change the rotten culture. I desired to reveal the brainwashing under the veils; the veils of religion, traditions and love. I desired to shake our misconceptions, limiting beliefs and thinking patterns.
My desire was for the families. Some people mistaken me for a feminist, while I’m not. My calling is for the community and its smallest unit; the family. ‘Fabulous Veils’ is a call for change, for actions. From all sides. A change from the men’s perspective about their wives and their roles towards their families. A change from the women’s perspective about romance, marriage, parenthood and spirituality. A change from the perspective of youth about rights, freedom, civilisation and open mindedness.
Dedicating my Mondays Arabic articles in November for the Teenagers, I decided to share some glimpses from ‘Fabulous Veils’ on weekly basis. Sharing scenes in which Teenagers were involved. Whether as a main or side character. I will not comment on the scene. Comments are open for the readers. I will just open a window to my perception.
The window this time is:
Our children do and will do mistakes. In such cases, what difference will it make if we pause before reacting, then become proactive by dealing with the reason of the behaviour instead of the behaviour itself?
Leaving you with the Glimpse…
“Your daughter has a boyfriend ya Hanim wenty nayma ala wedanek,” Sherif had screamed back then.
“What? What are you saying?”
“What are you doing as a mother? You know nothing about your daughter?”
“Who said so?”
“I’m telling you. Your daughter is indecorous!”
“I can’t understand what you’re saying, stop shouting.”
“Stop shouting? Is it all that matters to you?”
“I can’t hear you. Calm down and explain.”
“Explain what? I’m telling you your daughter has a boyfriend. My mother saw her in a car with a boy last night.”
“And who said he’s a boyfriend. Maybe he’s a schoolmate.”
“Schoolmate driving a car? You want me to lose my mind?”
“Maybe it’s the brother of one of her friends.”
“And why was she riding with him in the car alone? And since when is she allowed to ride cars with her friends’ brothers? And where was the damn driver?”
Gameela started to sweat.
“What was she doing last night in that car, with whom and where was the driver?”
Gameela remained silent, trying to put the words in an order that would put her into tolerable troubles.