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Friday, November 25, 2005

Woman Empowered??

Read this before you carry on...
In Memory of Nadia Anjuman

1980--2005

(An extract from her book Gul-e-Dodi)

Dark red flower--it grows in the night.
Grows in the sorrow at the edge of loss.
Grows in the mirror of human faces
Watching one another weep.

The flowers is covered to protect
It from the sun, from the men whose
Hands sweat to think of picking it.

She came to poetry the way a storm
Comes to a clear sky over a desert morning.
The clarity of first light giving way
To upthrust of heat reflecting from sand.

The invisible forms into a fist, clenches
The sky into wind, into a threat
That blows the sand into the machinery
Of violence transporting death
Between intimate groves of skin.

In the family there is the hand that pours
The tea. There is the hand the feeds
The animals. There is the hand that holds
The child. But above all there is the hand
That delivers the blow in the name of God.

This is not sunrise. It is is sunset.
The beginning of the time when
All things disappear, even from themselves,
In pieces relinquished by the failing light..
.
Open the book left among dunes, open
To the pages that thunder with voices
Permitting the hand's unrestrained fury.

Nadia. Dark red flower. First book.
First glimpse of a new world behind
A veil of blowing sand and settler's prayers

She will tell us what it means to be a woman
Filled with trapped light. She will tell
Our children and theirs what it means
To be a woman in a place where women
Are worshipped and hunted for their skeleton.

We are alone when the poem appears.
Everything is alone when it understands this.
From that moment we are joined.
What happens to one happens to all.
Out in the sand, in a place strange
To our head, familiar to our heart,
A poet is killed and some single
Momentous cell inside us dies.

Bright ghost gesturing to the sky.
Vultures circling. The ghost sing to them,
Her voice rising above the storm
Scattering her unwritten pages into
Our lives, the pages we
Must now enscribe with our blood.
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Nadia Anjuman was a young ambitious woman who was interested in poetry. She turned 25 this year. She was a student at the Herat University, and studied English poetry stealthily from a brave professor, for had anyone known that she was pursuing studies instead of learning to sew, which she told the world she went there for, she and the prof both would have been killed. While there, she release a collection of her poems, Gul-e-Dodi, an extract from which I have posted. You must have been pretty happy that a woman in Afghanistan has done all this right. Feeling that woman world over are being empowered and all right! Think again, for Nadia Anjuman met a gory end to her life on November 3, 2005. Reportedly, her husband and in-laws battered her to death. The Reason: This is the end any Afghan woman who wants to study meets.

May her soul rest in peace!

Don't you think it is time world changed?! or we tried changing it?

Read more here:
http://www.timesonline.co.uk/article/0,,2089-1869842,00.html

8 Comments:

At November 24, 2005 9:53 PM, Blogger revatechnic said...

Oh god,
tell me about it Naresh.
Glad i learnt something today, and knew about someone.

 
At November 24, 2005 10:50 PM, Blogger I Am Sam said...

another example of human imbecility and killing individualism. the only way to make learn these bast$%^s is to kill them in public or castration.

 
At November 25, 2005 10:29 PM, Blogger Rahul said...

They breed more hatred by the day, what punishment is adequate to torture such people ?

Of all the things the quest for knowledge was the reason for her end.

 
At November 26, 2005 10:10 PM, Blogger Twilightgirl said...

Cant it get more pathetic!!!Therz no point in being sympathetic either...that ass should be hanged by neck!!

 
At November 27, 2005 1:18 AM, Blogger Vivek Pabari said...

Read about that lady in the newspapers too. Felt very bad. But kind of culture these people have in their countries, it is difficult to change anything. More so because, they believe that it is their religion which asks them to do what they are doing.

I pray her soul rests in peace. And she is born with similar talents, this time in a country which respects her freedom.

 
At November 28, 2005 7:53 AM, Blogger Nash Dexter said...

well, i congratulate you, naresh, first but whos this lady???
forgive me if I sound like a total ass bcos I see people talkin all kinds of things instead doing something about it. Moreover if we castrate them, how different are we from them.

No offence meant.

 
At December 01, 2005 11:37 AM, Blogger Shankari said...

Thank you, Naresh! For posting her poem and highlitghing her story. Her life is NOT in vain as she lived on her terms even if she died by others.

And thanks for stopping by at my blog.

 
At December 03, 2005 8:46 AM, Blogger Bhale Budugu said...

It is very sad that they live by these standards. But who will help them in right direction ?

 

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