Sunday, November 1, 2009
Rationalizing Rape and Perpetuaters
Needless to say, their speculations were deeply troubling in light of the evidence and account of the rape emerging.
Rape has to be undoubtedly one of the worst forms of violence against women. It is hard to imagine a young girl being brutally sexually violated by multiple men while others gather around jostling, laughing, and even taking pictures. And no one thought of calling law enforcement then and there.
Instead two hours later, the police came to find the girl unconscious and in such a critical condition that she was air lifted to the nearest hospital.
I remember in psychology 101 class, we learned that in the event of encountering violence, we should scream fire as opposed to help me I’m being raped. Human beings are more prone to run to someone’s help if they hear there are faced with natural disasters as opposed to violence perpetuated by other human beings.
That perplexing theory came to mind when I read about this incident in several news trades. How can so many people just stand around watching a girl being violated? What compelled them to witness and not report? What fear, hesitation, depravity prevented them from compassion?
Now, what becomes of the girl? What becomes of her life as she is left to reel from the psychological, emotional, and physical effects of her rape?
But far greater emphasis must be placed on the men who perpetuated this heinous crime. What compelled them to brutalize a hapless young female? What motivated them to resort to forced sexual violence? What form of perverse joy did they deprive from encouraging their peers to repeatedly engage in sexual violating the girl?
It remains to be seen how this rape narrative will be pieced together to make sense.
Monday, October 12, 2009
Are we hardwired to prefer young children?
On the heels of myriad media discussions of Polanski’s behavior appeared Kate Harding’s of Broadsheet infamous piece that asked us as judges to not not forget that Roman Polanski raped and drugged a thirteen year girl against her wishes. http://www.salon.com/mwt/broadsheet/feature/2009/09/28/polanski_arrest/index.html
She raised several pivotal points about the act of adults having consensual and/or non-consensual sexual intercourse with minors. Points that were furthered verified and validated by more news pundits.
In comes MacKenzie stating that she and her father had a long-standing consensual sexual intercourse interspersed with drug abuse. She stated she still loves him dearly.
Both these accidents involving celebrities throw light on to the severely cloaked and veiled phenomena of child abuse. All over the world, the statistics for child sexual abuse is astounding. It happens everywhere, all the time,, to people who you know.
Even with strict laws targeting pedophilia, this phenomenon refuses to die down. This refusal to efface begs the question, are human beings sexually hardwired to prefer young children? A creeping thought that will send many of us to immediately cringe and dismiss it. Yet, why is it that we always hear of young children being raped, sodomized, molested by men and women in times of wars, peace, inside their own homes, by uncles, aunties, brothers, friends, neighborhood kids and so forth.
The western world still fights in curbing this war against pedophilia, but how does it look in our part of the world? Or even in our country? We inhabit a society that refuses to disclose and discuss sexuality out in the open. A woman exposing her kneecaps is deemed open to whistles, shouts, curses, and angry glares from passersby on the streets, But behind closed doors, the worst forms of sexual debauchery are being conducted upon hapless victims. Oftentimes, the prevailing ocean of silence prevents victims from voicing the violations they encounter. Oftentimes, the newspapers decline to print such material. Voices are lost. Crimes are largely ignored.
I often think if we are unconsciously but deliberately breeding a nation of sexual perversity and sexual abuse.. What are the odds that someone that I know has been sexually molested and/or groped at by an acquaintance at a young age? What seeds of self-loathing and fear do those episodes trigger in those victims?
Friday, September 25, 2009
Pro-Choice Death
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Afghanistan, Afghanistan, Afghanistan
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Twenties and Spiritual Awakening
I recently came across a piece on NY Times on the emergence of young females fashioning themselves as self-help gurus. Although their fees are hefty, these females guarantee advice on all matters of the heart, mind, and soul.
Monday, September 14, 2009
Bangladeshi, Female and Doubly Marginalized
On the hot trail of a new research on violence against marginalized women in
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Are they really gay people in Bangladesh?
Granted working in sexuality rights in
Friday, September 11, 2009
On inspiration, writing, and fellow writers
Inspiration is always tricky. You can never foretell when you’ll be jolted by a powerful electric surge that sends you into a frenzy of creativity. Or what. It can be the most trivial object that you sighted upon the road, it can be a name, word, or even a lore that you happened to hear or read or watch one day, or it can be a life story of another being that you must capture in words. In essence, inspiration is difficult to define.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
One woman defies, another woman accepts
Lubna Hussain, a journalist (who I now read is a Muslim), is garnering as much attention as possible on opposing the Islamic law that had her arrested for wearing pants in public. As she defiantly questions where in the Quran it is written women cannot wear pants (paraphrased).
Kartika Sari Dewi Shukarno, a Malysian model, is scheduled to be caned in public for being caught drinking beer at a bar. In Malaysia, Muslims are forbidden to drink alcohol. Instead of defying the law, she complied with the punishment meted out and even asked to be publicly caned. Her rationale being she has no right to oppose Islamic law, and that her public caning will educate Muslims to stay away from alcohol.
One woman defies, another woman accepts.
Friday, September 4, 2009
I walked on Dhaka street
I walked on
It is definitely worth a shot. Such a small pastime and a fundamental right feel like a luxury to us.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Jaycee Dugard and her Kidnapper/Rapist
The sad case of Jaycee Dugard and her captors raises several imperative questions. As the story goes, Jaycee was kidnapped right in front of her stepfather from outside their home in 1991. Eighteen years later, she is freed from her captor, Philip Garigo, who also by now happens to be the father of Jaycee’s two children, 15 and 11 years of ages.
To make matters far worse, Philip Garigo is being investigated with past murders of prostitutes that happened in the same locales that he inhabited.
It must be deeply traumatic for Jaycee and her children to understand and accept their shared past,
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Wear Trousers, Get Arrested
Lubna Hussain, a Sudanese woman, was arrested recently for wearing 'un-Islamic" clothing in public. The immoral clothing in question was a pair of trousers.
If convicted, Lubna Hussain will face up to 40 lashes in public. However, she is determined to fight the law in court. She has used her arrest to highlight the unfair legal practices in her country. Even the circumstances of her arrest come into scrutiny, as an UN employee, Lubna enjoys legal immunity. However, she has agreed to resign from her UN post to ensure her case received a fair hearing in court.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
More Thought on the Hijab Wearing Option
http://www.salon.com/mwt/broadsheet/feature/2009/07/28/police_hijab/
Friday, July 17, 2009
Oldest Mother Passes Away
Breaking the Silence
An Israeli group published a report allegedly based on the first-hand accounts of Israeli soldiers who engaged in the incursion into
Excerpt from Echoes
The moon was behind a gossamer veil as you laid me down on the ground. It was a windless night weighed down by murky moisture. The dark trees were clustered together daring brave souls to pass between their legs. I wasn’t afraid anymore…
Aftermath of Queer Politics
http://www.frontlineonnet.com/stories/20090731261503300.htm
A great article on the aftermath of the decriminalization of consensual homosexuality in India. This historic judgment opens the door to probing, questioning, and discussing questions regarding society and sexuality. Suffice to say, gender and sexuality are both society’s constructions. Both facets have been borne in the bellies of the social beliefs and traditions and fed to the masses from birth. In order to define sexuality and gender, and perhaps neutralize it, one must start questioning the origins of those perspectives in comparison to current stances. For example, a school in Thailand has established a bathroom for the third gender i.e. transgenders. A city in Japan (I want to say Tokyo but could be wrong) marvels at the high number of effeminate men who gleefully embrace feminine characteristics and even proudly look, dress, and act in ways that are neither men nor women. These blatant rejections of society’s definitions of gender and sexuality act as catalysts in re-defining constructions and conceptions that are hopefully more gender-neutral and not hell-bent on labeling proper forms of sexuality.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Iran Iran Iran
So imagine how upset I felt when I saw the state beat and brutalize their people into fear and eventually reluctant submission. Now the streets have been cleared of all marchers and dissent. The only form of dissonance is expressed through nightly collective shouts of Allahu Akbar by brave Iranians from their roof tops, a slogan directly taken from the heady days of the Islamic Revolution in the late 1970s.
Now with President Ahmadinejad speaking out against western agents working in conjunction to topple the glorious empire that is their theocracy, as well as arresting British diplomatic staff as foreign agents, some pivotal Islamic clerics have spoken out in mild tones in support of the people. They haven’t denounced the president or their supreme leader, but have protested against the harsh police brutality against the demonstrators.
It sure does feel like Iran’s rigid political and religious hold on the population is slowly unraveling.
Justice Rabbani, Sodom, and Homosexuality
Naturally people from both sides of the debate have their own conflicting interpretations of the story of Sodom. Some say the homosexual residents engaged in sexual acts of rape and bestiality, and even tried to rape one of the messengers of Allah. Others say Allah was displeased with the residents because they were inhospitable. And others have far different interpretations.
Yet, this story is utilized repeatedly as the crux to denote when and how the Quran tackles the issue of homosexuality. Religion obviously is injected into this issue to either exonerate or disclaim homosexuality. Yet, it’s puzzling that a story that has myriad interpretations and misinterpretations is always used as the standard in approving or disapproving of the lifestyle.
China and Social Sites
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Sexuality Rights in India
Monday, June 29, 2009
Feminization of HIV/AIDS
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
France and Burkha
IRAN and Us
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Iran and Technology
Monday, June 15, 2009
Emergence of Hate Groups
Think the random shooting at the Holocaust Museum in DC by a white supremacist and the random killing of Dr. George Tiller, an abortionist, by a pro-life advocate.
In recent months, many Americans have taken law and order into their own hands at the dire results of others.
Dr. George Tiller was gunned down because he performed abortions. Oftentimes, he performed abortions on fetuses that were six months old. His killer, who is now proclaiming his satisfaction in killing Tiller, is a supporter of the pro-life movememnt. Before the fateful shooting that took his life Dr. Tiller was subjected to several death threats for his line of work. Far right wingers, notably Rush Limbaugh, had publicly decreed Dr. Tiller needed to be shot. Sometimes, our words do have the effect of persuading the masses to take drastic measures.
The Holocaust Museum shooting is nothing short of anti-semitism. The man, a noted anti-semitic, member of a white supremacist group, and earlier flagged by FBI, managed to shoot and kill a security guard at the door. His actual intent in opening fire at the Musuem is still unclear.
The American media is speculating that with the election of a black president, the racists, neo-nazis, white supremacists that thrive in the under belly of the United States are feeling things are out of their control. As a result, in order to regain their sense of control over a world that is rapidly changing, they resort to brute acts of force and murder. The news pundits speculate that since the election there has been a hike in the numbers of hate groups in America.
Apparently, United States needs to be wary and vigilant of enemies within their own lands.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Israel's Vision of Palestine
Can you imagine a state that is NOT allowed to defend itself against its enemies? Imagine in the 70s, Pakistan agreed to a state of Bangladesh, but without the right to defend itself? Essentially, Bangladesh would then be a puppet state, obliged to the whims and demands of stronger states that possess weaponry. We, Bangladeshis, would never stand for a ridiculous bargain as that. We would (and we did) demand self-autonomy and right to bear arms against any forms of foreign aggression.
Many news pundits termed Netanyahu's vision as a ghetto in place for a Palestinian state, and I have to agree. What would have been Israel's reaction if Palestine had decreed that Israel should be de-militarized? No nation can exist without having the rights to bear arms.
Probably due to pressure from Obama, Netanyahu agreed to recognize the necessity of a two-state existence; however, his interpretations will incite more displeasure and annoyance than positivity. Already pro-Palestine pundits are interpreting Netanyahu's policy speech has a impediment for the successful solution of the Palestine-Israel conflict. Already, his speech is generating ill fervour.
If Israel, indeed, wants a peace deal with Palestine that will encompass a two-state solution, then they must cease placing hypocritical and irrational bargaining chips on the table.
Iran Votes and Nothing Changes
Iran voted.
The old regime stays put.
A growing sense of discontent is slowly settling above the Iranian land. Once the results were broadcast and Ahmadinejad was re-elected with an alleged landslide victory, protests and demonstrations eupted in some quarters of Tehran.
It felt eerily similar to the Americans re-electing Bush for the second term.
But was our optimism justifiable?
Yes, even though Lebanon elected a western-friendly, secular, and progressive party led by Saad Hariri, could we expect the same miracle recreated in Iran?
Iran has long embraced its Islamic identity and taken it to newer levels. The Republic was borne in the ashes of colonial exploitations of Iran's vast natural reserves of oil. Once successfully overthrowing the western shadows over its lands, the Republic set to work to overturn all laws and policies implemented and reminiscient of western ideaology. In the process, however, Iran managed to achieve skills and talents to develop nuclear arms. Now Iran is seen as a pivotal power in deciding the fate of the Middle East question. It is regarded as a possible threat, renegade, enemy in thwarting the successful settlement of Israeli-Palestinian conflict.
But realistically, what was the possibility that Iran would have elected a progressive regime? It has long been shrouded in western-hating rhetoric, that any indication of a party sympathizing with western ideaology is seen as a stern opposition to the Iranian ideolgy.
The only positive outcome of the Iranian election is that the power of the young people to collectively unite under one banner and seek change has emerged. Perhaps, in four years time, the younger generation will get their chance to change their country.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Fast Forward 20 Years
It has been twenty years since that day. Now I am cognizant enough to grasp the full historical context of that tragic demonstration against brute force.
However, the path to freedom in China isn't over.
Watching CNN, I was aghast at the extent the Chinese government reached to blanket all media interest in the Tiananmen Square. Plainclothes Chinese officials blocked international reporters from filming and reporting stories from famed Square. At internet cafes, social sites like Twitter were blocked. Even any mention of Tinanmen Square and China's past brutal history on international news agencies like CNN were blacked out.
But who in China will protest such violations of freedom of press?
The extensive tentacles of the Chinese government is indeed long, dark, and fearful.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Two US Journalists Under Trail in North Korea
President Obama and Islam
Monday, May 25, 2009
Hospitals Youtubing Live Operations
Thursday, May 21, 2009
More Closed Doors Confession
FBI Foiled Future Jihad Strike in NY
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Mass Rape in Liberia
The most chillingly aspect of his piece is the thought that Liberian men have become conditioned to not regard rape as an awful act of brute power overcoming helplessness. Instead according to Kristof, when men feel like sex they just overcome the nearest girl. Forceful sex with unwilling partners isnt a terrible deed for Liberian men, it is a customary act of asserting and satisfying their power and sexual needs respectively. Unfortunately, the public health system does not seem capable to cater to rape victims. Many cases are transferred to the main hospital in Monrovia to adequately provide halthcare facilities. Hence in remote regions, raped victims are often left untreated which undoubtedly leads to sever health complications.
This form of social deconstruction of rape will wreck havoc for the females' movement and for their security. The prospect of generations of females being raped at minor ages is highly plausible. How many of them are like Jackie? How many of them have the courage and the determination to overcome the injustices and abuses imposed upon them? How many of them can have hopes for positive futures?
Iran First
Monday, May 18, 2009
Bangladesh's First Harassment Case?
Jahangirnagar University Students Win Landmark Victory on Sexual Harassment Case
High Court Holds Illegal University Decisions to Exonerate Teacher of Charges, Expel StudentsDirects Fresh Inquiry based on New Sexual Harassment GuidelinesSummaryThe High Court gave a landmark judgment today in the first application of its Sexual Harassment Guidelines pronounced on 14 May.One year ago, in May 2008, four women students at Jahangirnagar University made complaints of serial sexual harassment against their teacher and the Chairperson of the Drama Department, Sanowar Hossain Sunny. The University appointed three separate inquiry committees, which examined witnesses and issued reports with clear findings against the teacher. During this period, the students continued to face threats and harassment. In September 2008, the University announced that Sunny was 'exonerated of all charges of sexual harassment as they had not been proved beyond a reasonable doubt'. Later the University also proceeded to pass orders of temporary expulsion against four of the women complainants, and two male students who had given evidence in their favour.Prof Sirajul Islam Chowdhury and others filed a public interest petition challenging the University's decision and actions. Later the victim-complainants and the two other students also became parties to the petition (Prof Sirajul Islam and others v Jahangirnagar University and others Writ Petition 9414 of 2008).Today the High Court held that the decisions taken by the University to exonerate Sunny on the one hand, and to expel the students on the other, were both without lawful authority. It also directed the University to hold a fresh inquiry into the incident, with independent persons, on the basis of the new Guidelines on Sexual Harassment pronounced in BNWLA v Bangladesh . Citing judgments of the Supreme Courts of Bangladesh, India and Pakistan, the Court held that corroboration was not always required to prove allegations of sexual violence, and further that the standard of 'beyond a reasonable doubt' could not be applicable in cases of this nature, relating to disciplinary inquiries regarding allegations of sexual harassment. The Court also noted that Jahangirnagar University authorities had failed 'for reasons best known to themselves' to adopt their own guidelines on sexual harassment, and therefore in the absence of any applicable law, the High Court's new guidelines should be applied to any fresh inquiry.A Division Bench comprising Justice Syed Mahmud Hossain and Justice Quamrul Islam Siddiqi passed the judgment today.The writ petition was filed by eminent citizens Prof. Sirajul Islam Chowdhury and Kamal Lohani, and three human rights organisations, Ain o Salish Kendra, Nijera Kori and Kormojibi Nari.[1] Four women students of Jahagirnagar University who had made complaints of sexual harassment, and two others who gave evidence, were also joined as petitioners during the course of the hearing.Sara Hossain, with Ramzan Ali Sikder, Ainun Nahar Lipi and Abantee Nurul appeared for the public interest petitioners. Ruhul Quddus Babu appeared for the students.BackgroundComplaints: In May 2008, four women students submitted written complaints of serial sexual harassment against Asst Prof Sanowar Hossain Sunny of the Drama and Dramatic Theory Department. The University set up a preliminary inquiry committee, and then a further verification committee both of which made prima facie findings against the teacher. On consideration of their reports, the Syndicate established a Full Inquiry Committee under Section 44 of the Jahangirnagar University Act. This report was submitted to the Syndicate which passed a decision in September to exonerate the said teacher of all charges of sexual harassment on the ground that in the absence of eyewitnesses these had not been 'proved beyond reasonable doubt'. This decision was passed despite clear findings by each Inquiry Committee against the teacher, including findings by the Final Inquiry Committee of misconduct against the teacher, and that his behaviour was 'wholly improper and unbefitting of a teacher' and recommending action against him. The University, despite having powers to do so, had never suspended the teacher pending inquiry.Appeals filed by the students to the Chancellor of the University, also the President of the country, went unheeded.Expulsion and Threats: In October, the University then reinstated the teacher. Following his return to the campus, and an altercation with students, the accused teacher made a complaint against six students (two of whom were among the women who had made complaints against him and two of whom were male students who had given evidence against him). The Syndicate moved the same day to pass orders of temporary expulsion on these six students. A section of the Jahagirnagar University Teachers Association then held processions and meetings demanding the immediate expulsion of the students, and refused to hold classes unless action was taken. Some of these teachers were at the same time involved in the disciplinary proceedings against the students.During this entire period, the victim complainants and others witnesses had been subjected to repeated threats and warned that unless they stopped pursuing their claims against the teacher, they would face dire consequences. These threats were reported to the University Authorities but no action was taken.High Court Orders: On 27 October, the High Court issued a Rule Nisi on the University and also stayed the orders of temporary expulsion passed on the students. It asked Jahangirnagar University Authorities to show cause among others as to why its to exonerate Sanower Hossain Sunny should not be declared to be without lawful authority and why a fresh inquiry should not be held into the matter. It also stayed operation of the orders of the Syndicate suspending six students of the University including four of the women who had originally made complaints against this teacher and two other who had given evidence against him.The University in its response to the Court stated that it had acted with 'due process' and justified the action taken against the student victims of sexual harassment. As a result of the High Court's orders, it submitted copies of the reports of the three Inquiry Committees to the Court.
Sexual Harassment Guidelines: It should be noted that calls for formulation of Guidelines on Sexual Harassment had first come from students and teachers of Jahagirnagar University, in the wake of earlier incidents of serial sexual harassment, from more than ten years ago, involving both teachers and students as perpetrators. Although the JU Syndicate had mandated the framing of such Guidelines, it ultimately failed to adopt these Guidelines.In the meantime, in 2008, the University Grants Commission, in the context of the new reports of sexual harassment surfacing at JU and Dhaka University, and in response to calls from women's organisations, including Bangladesh Mohila Porishod, set up a drafting committee to prepare new Guidelines. This Committee drew heavily on the Jahangirnagar draft, and revised it following consultations with civil society organisations and academics. But ultimately the Education Ministry failed to adopt the Guidelines the decision. Earlier this month, it held that it would not proceed with the UGC guidelines, but instead called on each University to frame its own rules and regulations - leaving victims of sexual harassment with no effective redress. In this context, the High Court's Guidelines in Bangladesh National Women Lawyers Association v Bangladesh, pronounced on 14 May 2009, have filled a much needed gap in the law, and today's judgment shows how they can be immediately utilised to open up new possibilities for legal protection and also to hold authorities responsible for creating a violence free educational environment.For further information, please contactSara Hossain, 01713 031828, sarahossain@gmail.comRuhul Quddus, 01711 434891[1] Represented by Sultana Kamal, ED, ASK, Khushi Kabir, Coordinator, Nijera Kori and Shirin Akhter, President KN respectively.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Children of the Streets
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Islam and Homosexuality
- The people identified themselves as devout Muslims. They religiously practised and observed the rules and regulations of Islam. Yet they were quite candid about their homosexuality.
- The people attempted to reconcile their lifestyle through the Quran. Instead of (mis)interpreting the story of Sodom and Gomorah as God's punishment against homosexuals in general, the South African Iman interpreted it as God censuring the sinners who were engaging in transgression against human rights. I, for one, am more inclined to believe the Iman's interpretation then accept the Quran vilifies homosexuality.
- Finally, most of the gay folks in the film had absconded to different countries for refuge due to harassment or violence experienced within their own countries because of their identity.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
I Spy
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Gay Rights in Bangladesh
Sunday, May 3, 2009
The Acid Fight
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Domestic Help and their Rights
Friday, April 24, 2009
Women in Quran
Usually, when you hear of Islam and women, stories abounds in mainstream media how Islam, or rightly the fundamentalist strand, suppresses women's rights and identities. Women fall under the full jurisdiction of being contolled, dictated by, and living for and under the rule of their fathers or husbands. However, once you start reading the Quran, you will encounter, oftentimes, gross misinterpretations of the passages propagated by extreme Muslims. In many instances, the Quran dictates that women need to be taken care of and not subjected to the rigid control of men. Furthermore, the Quran heralds women as equal to men in all aspects.
Yet, fundamentalists Muslims strive to dominate and discriminate against women using the Quran as justifiable proof for their absurb and downright bizarre rules. The Shiite Law under contention in Afghanistan, and the video of a young Pakistani girl being whipped in public by men for a minor transgression such as leaving her home without permission or having an affair (the actual reason still shrouded in mystery) add credence to Islam being portrayed as the lone dissident against women rights.
Mainstream media loves a good story especially if it comes packed with tangible victims and villains. Too often, the very nature of Islam is seen as the ultimate villain when stories such as the above are making the rounds.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Bangladeshis in Iraq
Torture the Bush Way II
-Mark Benjamin, Torture Planning Began in 2001 @Salon.com
There we have it in a nutshell - the truth about torture under the Bush's regime. Contrary to what we have been told, the Bush administration did not seek redefining torture and implementing new torturing procedures as a last ditch effort to save mankind but was earlier conceived by Rumsfeld and others post 9/11. The most terrifying aspect of this report is how glibly President Bush defended and lied to the American public and to the greater world audience about their new torturing procedures. He assured that they were ONLY used in cases where the terrorist suspects had been taught to withstand and evade typical interrogation techniques. But the truth is far scarier and disturbing.
I wonder what happens now? There are already several lawsuits filed against the Bush administration by tortured victims from Guatanamo Prison who declared they were illegally interned and tortured. But with these new revelations and with the swarming of the global media around these reports and punditry, will it open the pandora's box for newer victims to come forth and testify their experiences in being interrogated using 'special procedures' devised by the Bush's regime?
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Torture the Bush Way
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Two Pink Lines
*
It was the hottest day of that year, I recall, the weatherman had issued a list of advisory precautions to defend against heat strokes and dehydration. Stay indoors, carry water bottles, move slowly, and don’t stay out for too long under the sun. By even six in the morning, you could tell by the heat that the day was going to be a killer. As I quietly re-checked your luggage mentally checking off all the items packed, I wished it was just an ordinary Sunday.
You were in the bathroom showering and shaving. I quietly entered and saw your naked body through the opaque glass doors. There were scattered spots of foam on the sink from your shaving which you had forgotten to wipe clean. Ordinarily that forgetfulness would have incited an argument between us, but today I couldn’t, didn’t, and wouldn’t care. Fear lodged in my throat, but I had promised us I would not cry. I could not cry. I had shed enough tears leading up to this day. I had pleaded, implored, cursed, threatened, and even prayed. But to no avail. You always gently and consistently explained you were obliged to serve your duty and that you had to serve your country.
As the water trickled to a halt, I quickly left the bathroom and went downstairs to make breakfast. Today of all days I wasn’t going to send you out on an empty stomach. The rooms already seemed empty, vague, and unfamiliar. The house seemed distant, distrustful, and almost a stranger. Were you feeling the same, I wondered? Were you, too, feeling the air of foreboding encroaching upon our tiny abode? For Chris sake Anira, I’m a shrink, just a shrink! How much action do you think a shrink sees in the military? Come here, don’t be ridiculous! All I’ll be doing down there is listening to the soldiers’ talk about themselves, that’s all. I won’t most certainly be in the front line fighting the damn Talibans by making them pour out their innermost secrets to me!
“Mmm, what smells so wonderful? Is it possible that Anira is actually preparing breakfast?” you jokingly asked, as you walked into the kitchen. You grabbed my waist and swooped down your head for a kiss.
“Ha ha, funny, funny,” I retorted, as I tilted my head to meet your mouth. “You’re not the only one who can cook, Sam.”
“I know,” you chuckled.
You picked up the plate of toasts and the pot of brewing tea and sat at the table. A large man, you were quite agile in your mobility. As I whisked the eggs I quietly observed you engaged in the morning papers. Five years ago if you had told me I was going to be with a shaada man, least of all a soldier, I would have laughed in derision. Reared in a family of soldiers, I grew up detesting the rigid disciplinary lifestyle imposed upon my brothers and me by our father. Departing to America was a welcoming emancipation from my family. My rigidly Bangladeshi family. They didn’t approve of you. I wasn’t surprised. Amma’s silence at the end of the line when I announced my engagement told me all. I had fooled myself into believing they would relent knowing you too were descended from a military lineage. But Baba didn’t care to know about you. As far as he was concerned I had betrayed my roots, my culture, and my past by marrying a shaada, a foreigner, non-Bangladeshi. I didn’t even dare tell them you were fifteen years older than me and a divorcee. I never got that far.
“Eggs need much beating, darling?” you asked, with a mischievous grin.
“Huh? Oh, sorry, was just thinking.” I shook away my reverie and proceeded to fry the omelettes.
“Hmmm.”
“Here you go, darling. A feast of delight, if I may say so myself,” I gaily announced, placing the plate of omelettes on the table. “It’s Spanish Frittatas.”
“I’m impressed….mmmm…it even tastes good,” you said, and with a gusto dived into the food.
I didn’t want to ruin this ordinary breakfast, I swear I didn’t, but I couldn’t stop the words as they propelled through my mouth. “So, where are you stationed again?”
You looked up at me, your chewing momentarily paused. As a shrink, I knew, you always took the time to carefully use the correct and unthreatening words to convey your point across. So, I was ready for your glib response.
“Darling Anira…I told you already. I’ll be temporarily stationed in Kabul. Perhaps if and when needed and as determined by HQ, I might be posted in one of the hotter regions. But that depends on whether they require my service.” Chewing ensued. “For now, baby, I’ll be safely cocooned in Kabul, far way from any form of action.”
I nodded. I had nothing left to ask.
*
There were several families clustered in a line saying their last goodbyes to their departing partners. We were one of them. As you were greeted respectfully by your subordinates, I hugged and kissed some of the wives I had befriended since our marriage. I was the youngest among them. The only brown one. But together we shared a bond that transcended color, age, and geography. Together we shared the fear, the longing, the uncertainty, and the inevitability of having your beloved depart for an unfamiliar and enemy-laden terrain without knowing if they will ever return. I knew I had their support to get me through the nights and days I found myself alone in our home.
“Darling, it’s time,” you softly whispered, as you cradled me once more in your arms.
I buried my head against your chest. I wrapped my arms around you and held on tight, embarrassed by my tears. I couldn’t speak. I was scared of the words that would fall out of my mouth. I was scared of my fears. I was scared of the unimaginable.
“Oh darling…oh my baby…” you whispered softly, “take care of yourself. You know how much I love you…don’t worry honey…oh don’t worry about a thing…I’ve been on so many missions like these and I always never see any action…please don’t worry. Oh baby…my precious…I love you so much..”
I grabbed you tighter unwilling to let you go. You can’t, you mustn’t, you won’t leave me here alone, I shouted silently.
“Baby, I must go…I have to go…Oh Anira, I’ll be back…you’ll see…in six months I will return.”
“Sir, we are boarding,” announced a subordinate, hovering anxiously, embarrassed at having to interrupt us.
You nodded and the solider quietly walked away towards the plane.
“Anira…baby…I love you,” you said one last time, as you pulled away from my embrace. “Take good care of yourself….stay safe…and I’ll call you as soon as I find a phone.”
I nodded, still too scared to say anything. I clamped my mouth shut. You leaned towards me and kissed my forehead. Then you walked away.
As you neared your plane, and turned back once more to look at me, I ran. I ran, I ran with sudden propulsion and flung myself in your arms again.
“Come back….promise…come back to me…” I implored.
“Promise” he muttered.
*
The instructions read two minutes for the results to appear. Two minutes. I placed the thin strip down on the counter and sat on the edge of the tub. I buried my head in my hands. How could this be? How could we be so careless? I tried to decrease my throbbing beats, taking slow deep breaths; I tried to concentrate on something, anything. Two minutes. I checked my watch and saw I had a minute and ten seconds left.
I never skipped a month. Never. That alone should have been a harbinger. But I was too naive. Oh, what will I do now?
I stood up, sat down, stood up again, and paced the tiny bathroom. I glanced at the strip to make sure it was still on the counter. I wish I could speak to someone. I wish I could speak to you. But you were stationed at Tikrit now. You rang consistently but oftentimes for three minutes or less. You sounded quite well. A bit agitated at the escalating violence, the desolation of your surroundings, the deteriorating conditions of the soldiers who sought your help; but you put up a good façade for me. You told me small snippets of your life there, what you ate, who you saw, in general, informing and assuring me that you were safe. Those brief calls did not allay my fears. However, I duly came to accept its presence. It is rational; I told myself, it is perfectly normal to have those fears. You told me so yourself.
One minute. I sat down again but my legs started shaking. Uncontrollably. What shall I do? What if..? No, I can’t be. I’m not ready. We aren’t ready. We had spoken about children once, when you were courting me, and we were trying to figure each other out. I was still in grad school. You came to our school to give a series of lectures on the modern affects of post-traumatic stress on the soldiers’ minds. You were the sole thing I took away from those lectures.
Forty seconds. What will you say? Will you be happy? Are you ready?
Thirty seconds. Am I ready?
Twenty five seconds. I think I’m ready. We had talked about this, and negotiated based on your age, and both our careers, that we could have two children. I wanted two girls.
Twenty seconds. I knew you wanted a son. A son with whom to play baseball and basketball, and other typical American games fathers played with their sons. You wanted a son to carry on your family’s military legacy.
Ten seconds. The phone started ringing. I glanced at my watch and knew it had to be you. You usually called around this time. I neared towards the strip. I had to receive your phone call.
Five seconds. Two pink lines appeared on the strip, growing pinkish by the seconds.
I crushed the strip in my hands and hurried to pick up your call.
*
You had kept your promise. You came back to me.
The descending plane smoothly graced upon the landing strip. As it neared its hangar, the cluster of subdued families moved towards our designated waiting spot. I recognized some faces, we quietly exchanged looks. Words failed us at this time.
I quietly followed the wives outside towards the hangar, panting slightly, carrying my enlarging body. Amma walked beside me, gently holding my arm. She was so concerned about me now. I heard her, last night, plead to Baba imploring him to convince me to go back with them to Bangladesh. But I couldn’t, I wouldn’t now. A few of the wives smiled at my expanding abdomen and whispered helpful hints to me. I nodded without hearing them. I do that now. Words have ceased to be of use to me. I just use them to speak to you when we are alone.
The air was thick with grief and disbelief. As the coffins draped with stars and stripes flags were gently lowered from the plane, I smiled. I was the lucky one, I told myself. I was the fortunate one among the rest.
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