#٢٠٣٠_بلا_نقاب إذا أي وحدة حابة توصل صوتها، أقدر أشغّل رسالتها بكرة في Speakers’ Corner عبر مكبرات الصوت. وأتفهم تمامًا إذا كان هذا الشيء فيه مخاطرة كبيرة عليكم.
وأقدر بعد أستخدم تطبيق ترجمة لتحويل الرسائل المكتوبة إلى صوت، وأشغّل أكبر عدد ممكن من رسائلكم.
لازم ترسلون رسائلكم قبل الساعة 5 مساءً بتوقيت بريطانيا الصيفي (BST) عشان أقدر أجمعها وأرتبها.
ومستحيل أشارك أي معلومات ممكن تكشف هويتكم.
Speakers’ Corner مكان في لندن، وهناك قلت لأول مرة: «حرّري وجهك». وهو مكان تاريخي مشهور في لندن، يجتمع فيه الناس من زمان عشان يتكلمون بحرية ويعبّرون عن آرائهم.
تقدرين ترسلين لي رسالة صوتية بالخاص (DM)، أو على الإيميل:
[email protected]
أو تستخدمين نموذج التواصل الموجود في موقعي.
@Ntalieltgd@thedotconnectr It’s perhaps not the time to debate the religion, but it’s not a coincidence that Muslim women are the most oppressed on the planet even in supposedly free nations.
The fire at Girls' Intermediate School No. 31 in Mecca was a blaze that engulfed a girls' school housing 835 students and 55 women on March 11, 2002. While the fire was initially attributed to an electrical short circuit, an investigation by Saudi authorities concluded that a discarded cigarette butt, thrown onto a pile of paper, had ignited the fire. The incident resulted in the deaths of 15 Saudi schoolgirls and injuries to others. The Saudi Committee for the Promotion of Virtue and the Prevention of Vice faced severe criticism and allegations of contributing to the high death toll; members reportedly turned away parents while the school was burning and barred the girls from exiting because they were not wearing the hijab. Committee members were also accused of preventing firefighters and paramedics from entering the premises, arguing that the girls could not be exposed to unrelated men—as the rescuers were not mahrams (male relatives). Ultimately, the girls were carried out as charred corpses, further intensifying the criticism directed at the Committee.[1] The Saudi newspaper Al-Eqtisadiah reported in its issue dated Wednesday, March 13, 2002, that a firefighter stated that members of the Commission "forced the girls to remain inside the school and did not allow them to leave because they were not wearing the hijab or abaya." Others testified that Commission members—along with ambulance and police personnel—were prevented from entering the school; the Commission members shouted at them and "refused to budge from the gate." Mecca Police Chief Colonel Mohammed Al-Harthi told the Associated Press on March 17 that upon arriving at the scene, he found a member of the religious police arguing with a police officer and blocking him from entering the school; however, when the police chief ordered the man to leave, "he did so without argument."[2]
If you are writing to me I will publish your message. But I’m going to do so more slowly otherwise these messages get lost or ignored if I post too many at once.
I will leave your message unread until I post it so I can keep track. I don’t want to miss a single message, I will read them all.
انتم لا تعشقون النقاب بل تعشقون فرَض السلطة على نساء عائلتكم، كذلك تخافون من الذكور الآخرين الذين سينعتونكم بالدياثه رغم ان الدياثه بحد ذاتها غير مرتبطة بكشف هوية الانثى، بل الدياثه هي ان تكون جرار و تحث و تشجع الانثى على الزنا
ياخي منطق الذكور يضحكني 🤣
When I was 13, my father tried to force me to wear the niqab through verbal abuse and beatings. I tried—I tried so hard—to resist him, but unfortunately, I had no one to help me, and I ended up wearing it. My father used to tell me my face was like a donkey’s—ugly and not worth looking at—and that I should cover it. I would retort that, at the very least, a donkey doesn't wear a niqab. When I was 10, I saw a "Tiffany blue" abaya at the market with a funny cat design on it. My father saw me looking at it and asked if I wanted it; I said no, that I didn't like it. He told me he would slit my throat—actually slit it with a knife—if I ever wore it, simply because of the color.
My father doesn't care about my prayers or my religious observance; he ignores the true priorities of Islam, focusing only on the niqab—something for which he threatens to kill me.
I hate the beach and being there because it reminds me that I am a prisoner of the niqab. While people around me swim, I hate being seen in such a suppressed state; I can’t swim or run because of the niqab, and people laugh and call me "Batman."
I experienced suicidal thoughts and crying spells this past July because of the niqab.
Seven years of oppression.
Seven years without the air touching my face.
I am seriously considering ending my life if things continue this way, for what is the value of a life like this?
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I’ve been wearing the niqab since I was 14 and honestly looking back at old pictures of myself makes me really sad because I feel like I lost so much of my childhood and teenage years
when I got into my 20s I had to start living a double life just to have some kind of freedom I’d take it off whenever I was away from my family or outside the country with my brother and I’d finally get to live like myself
I grew up in a really fucked up and restrictive environment and living between two completely different versions of myself messed me up in so many ways one version of me was the girl my family expected me to be and the other was who I actually was when I was finally free
I have a 19 year old brother who never believed in any of this shit and he’s supported me so much especially when it came to taking the niqab off outside the country
I’m a Saudi Arab girl and I want people to understand that women here can go through forms of oppression too people just don’t talk about it the same way they talk about Afghanistan because Saudi Arabia has a much more polished image when it comes to women’s lives and there are still extremists who completely deny that forcing women into things like this can be harmful
I lost my childhood and my teenage years inside a black piece of fabric and being forced to live like that for so long affected me way more than people realize
it even got to the point where some random person felt comfortable enough to blackmail me and make me cry and feel terrified because if my family ever saw the way I actually live when I’m free I genuinely fear what they would do to me
I’ll show you what I look like in my double life because I want people to understand that I’m not making this up but please don’t share it anywhere or repost it because it could genuinely put me in danger and could get me killed
When I was twelve years old, the principal decided to force us to wear the full niqab, including black gloves, long socks, a full face veil, and a very loose abaya. When we refused this sudden rule, the next day she made all of us stand in the large school courtyard. The girls were called up one by one and beaten with a stick. If they refused to comply, they would keep beating them until they agreed. That’s how they forced us to follow it during our adolescence.
We were also taught that our role was to learn how to please men and avoid upsetting them as much as possible. We were taught to avoid men whenever we could, and that even if a man verbally harassed me, I should simply ignore him. That’s how they taught us to deal with men.
On top of all of that, my family still forces me to follow these rules to this day, and I honestly don’t know what to do about it. #٢٠٣٠_بلا_نقاب
This is from an 18 year old who has been wearing the nicab since she was nine.
“I want to share my story because this is something I have been living with for years.
I was anonymously blackmailed for three years, simply because someone had photos of my face without the niqab. Even now, I still face threats and blackmail over nothing more than my face being visible.
If anyone in my community found out, I genuinely fear that I could be killed. This isn’t just about a piece of fabric to me. The consequences of having my face seen without it have affected my life and made me live in constant fear.
I am sharing this anonymously because I cannot risk anyone knowing who I am. I just want people to understand that there are women living with this kind of fear every day.”
“Currently, I am in Saudi Arabia, 16 years old, and forced to wear the niqab since I was 11. Many girls are in the exact same situation as me, whether they are adults or minors, and we cannot take it off due to societal pressure, family pressure, and the threat of punishments, persecution, and ostracization. All I wish for is simply to feel the wind on my face, to be able to wear a color other than black without facing any kind of hatred. This is why we strive for a law that bans this coercion, but our voices won't reach far because men are trying hard to fight us. We need people like you to speak up about this and make it a global issue. Please help us 🙏🏻”
I have woken up to hundreds of DMs from women in Saudi. Apparently even their # get erased.
I’m going to try and amplify as many as possible.
A life in a fabric prison is no life at all.
You can read messages from last year on my website. Any woman wishing to add hers can DM me or post anonymously to my website. I will never share identifying details but I can publish your words.
Tomorrow I will be at Speakers corner 2-4pm and I will speak about the ongoing plight of women behind the veil. It will be on YouTube and X.
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https://t.co/MTOokrvcBN
If you’re up already and scrolling on X please use this time to repost some Saudi accounts. For these women, just posting about the niqab shows extraordinary courage. Please amplify their voices.
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