I wonder if he adored you, once
if he hid scolding smiles replete
with stern indulgence, warned you
against your mother’s promised wrath,
held out scraps of baklawah in
soiled and honeyed fingers.
”Yacol. A’hot. Yacol.” Eat, sister. He sat before you
and you held his knee to steady yourself,
took in his sweet finger as a nipple. He laughed.
The kettle was hot. You came too close,
the hungry musk of lamb and za’atar
more than your stomach could endure
and then the floor fell away.
His face before you,
exasperated onyx eyes, narrowing.
La! La Zahra! With his “no,” your face screwed up
into a cry. His softened, he pointed at the stove.
Sochen, Zahra. Sochen. You knew the word,
had burned yourself one memorable day.
You glanced at fingers once turned angry red,
but red no longer. All was well;
you said the word with him. ”Sochen!”
And pointing at the stove, you laughed.
”Sochen! Sochen!” The heat less frightening
now that you had named it.
I wonder, was he safety for you, Zahra?
Fayyez, a mountain twelve years old,
a thin and ebon file of hair
upon his lip, hands longer than your arms,
could you gaze long on him before
your heart would fill with adoration?
Were you a pest? A nuisance? Did he resent
time spent not playing soccer, trying not
to let his sloe-eyed charge provoke a smile
so wide that his complaints would ring hollow?
Your little hand wrapped around his first
two fingers, his hand that in a dozen years
would wield the knife, his fingers that would, shaking,
pull his phone out of his pocket, punch-dial, call
your uncles, let them know
you had been cleansed for good,
your little hand wrapped around
those first two fingers, Zahra,
and I wonder if his hand then
folded itself around your hand in turn.
Zahra al-Azzo
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The story - yet another reason to want nothing to do with my species.
Your response to the story - yet another reason to not give up. Not yet anyway.
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By: Rob G
on October 4, 2007
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I offer the tiniest of caveats; we cannot be allowed to hold that this is only a Muslim behavior. It is more ancient than that, and was practiced across the planet for generations among tribal cultures and others; likewise clan revenge and “ridding the seed” were also manifestations of these powerful forces to act violently in self-interest.
And because we here in the US don’t run out and overtly kill people that we presume shame us, doesn’t mean that we don’t practice a less violent version with: racial profiling, anti-homosexual bigotry, recently increasing gender oppression (Ann Coulter {or Arthur Coltrane?} needs to feel deep shame btw), and particularly anti-Hispanic immigration.
I can only hope that the xTian fascists, who are rising up now (Pace and Petraeus for President?), should they gain power, do not reinstate the older testament biblical laws as they profess to want to do. In relation to most of those, Sharia almost seems rational.
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By: spyder
on October 4, 2007
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thank you, Chris. Your response was perfect.
These things happen when men consider women as property and less than human.
Oh, the horror.
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By: sravana
on October 4, 2007
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Excellent caveats, spyder. In fact, Syria’s senior mullah (I am forgetting the precise title) has been coming under some fire from traditionalists for speaking out against so-called “honor” killings. Fortunately, that fire is metaphorical at the moment.
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By: Chris Clarke
on October 4, 2007
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This is a beautiful, important, wrenching humanizing of both Zahra and her brother, Chris.
Zahra deserves this, requires it: we must understand her as a human child, individual and profoundly alive in these details of living and family and loving.
Not a symbol, not an abstraction of a young girl kidnapped, raped, and finally stabbed in the head by her brother for the ‘stain’ on family honor.
A child. A person.
In another conversation, we once talked about how it makes people deeply uncomfortable to admit the humanity of the killer, the rapist, the misogynist.
I believe, though, that we must also recognize the details of humanity in him, or we fail utterly to understand honor killing, rape, misogyny - and we fail utterly to grasp what must be addressed to stop it.
He also is not a symbol, an abstraction of ‘monster.’
He is us, just as she is.
And we make this possible.
The poem is beautiful.
It does exactly what it must.
Thank you for writing it.
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By: Theriomorph
on October 5, 2007
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Spyder,
It is just and proper to observe that a variety of cultures have practiced the “ridding the seed” phenomenon you describe. The ancient Spartans had such a practice with respect to children born with disfigurements.
However it would be rhetorically unsupportable to suggest that because such practices exist within the larger history of western civilization that our modern western societies are no better than that described in the above story from modern day Syria. The west has undergone great periods of introspection in which we have grown and developed far more tolerant societies.
The fact is that we do practice much less violent versions of the same traditions; to the extent that they still exist. Gays in Iran are murdered by the state* while in the west we debate homosexual marriage*. There is a definite, substantial difference between the two conditions.
While we shouldn’t revel in our deficiencies, we should maintain a sense of scale with respect to our internal issues and those being dealt with in other countries.
Such a sense of scale would normally preclude equating fascism with modern American Christianity. If for no other reason than such comparisons insult the memories of those that suffered and died under actual periods of fascism in world history.
Regards,
Dann
*for the record, both state actions are wrong, IMO, but there is a signficant difference between the two.
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By: Dann
on October 9, 2007
at 01:06 PM
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