Writing articles for TGA again means having to be exposed to some pretty grim reads. A common type of article I see often is of young muslim women who live in abusive households. Given the fact that honor killings are on the rise, it always makes me sad and nervous to read these. They are usually dripping with red flags, and a part of me wishes that we could wisk these young women away to safety.
The latest letter is from a 17 year old living in Australia. In her letter, she seeks advice on what to do, and there are quite a few passages that stand out to me:
One memory that has stayed with me happened when I was in Year 7. I ran to my dad’s car after school, and he got angry because my chest moved while I was running. I was a child, and that experience has stuck with me ever since.
There is something incideous about the way that Muslim men feel the need to control the bodies of women. My father used to say that it was fear that motivated them: fear of being cheated on, or of ever being manipulated by them. I disagree. I believe that at the heart of the treatment of women in this religion is a sexual repression that drives men into murderous rage. This unhealthy attitude turns into violent lust, and their solution to their lack of impulse control is to try and erase the female body. Because they believe that God is a reflection of their own twisted desire, they assume “He” shares their fucked up views.
The signs of danger are already present, as she makes it clear what expectations her parents have for her.:
The problem is that I don’t think my parents will let me move into student accommodation or move out. They expect me to stay at home until I get married, which I absolutely do not want.Right now, the only freedom I can imagine is secretly taking my hijab off between university classes, but even then I’m scared someone will recognise me and tell my parents.I feel completely trapped. Has anyone else escaped a controlling family like this?
The good news is that the comment section is full of good advice on how to get away, but these recourses are by no means perfect. It isn’t easy to seperate yourself from your loved ones, even when they are a threat to you. Emotions are a complicated thing, and people can pretend to be welcoming or forgiving even when they hide the knives behind their backs.
I hope this young women gets the help she needs to escape. I wonder how many other women are out there, too scared to write strangers for advice. Too many.