Aurat March, Slogans and Posters

Now that the Aurat March has taken place successfully, many are striking back against what they see as women’s obscenity, vulgarity, need for attention, and even therapy in public. The Internet has been awash with comments from men and women attacking the marchers, and focusing on the placards they carried rather than for the reasons they marched.

Here is a very well-reported news article on why the Aurat March took place. Organizer of the Karachi march Sheema Kirmani stated the objectives: “Our issues remain the same today. We have organized the march to raise voice against gender violence, sexual harassment, social norms and gender roles that oppress women from getting access to educational, health, employment opportunities and rights. We are contending to create a just society that does not discriminate against women and exploit them.”

But it’s easier to ignore the truth when you don’t want to face the reality that we all participate in such a vastly unfair system. And what better way than to distract from the march’s real aims than by focusing on some posters and placards, rather than the demands of the women who marched, in Karachi, Lahore, Islamabad, Quetta, Faisalabad, Hyderabad, Peshawar, and Gilgit?

Last year’s most controversial placard told men to “go and warm your own food.” That one inspired meme after meme of men telling women to go out and work (they do) and change their own tires (they do). This year’s controversy-starter was a placard that portrayed a (fully-dressed) young woman sitting down with her legs splayed. “Here, I’m sitting properly,” read the caption on the poster, a wry take on the injunction every Pakistani girl has heard from the beginning of time: to sit “decently” with legs together.

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Another poster which disturbed people was this one, which made many male detractors question whether they too could draw a picture of their genitals and march around with it. Which only goes to show you that most people in Pakistan really need to learn the difference between female genitals and the female reproductive system. 

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Understanding of biology aside, I interpret these slogans and placards as a strong statement for women’s freedom of expression, their rage, their anger. These placards signal to society that women have had enough of inferior and unfair treatment.  They don’t want to be policed, to be threatened, to be harassed or punished for the same behaviors that men and boys enact without even a second thought.

The slogans may appear crude to some but many were witty, funny, clever, sarcastic, and some were very touching and straightforward. The woman holding the “Now I’m sitting properly” poster was in full hijab and it is doubtful that she has ever or would ever want to sit like that in public. Her point was easy to understand, though: it criticizes the vast and almost insurmountable double standards we have with regards to what’s allowed for men and for women. Men can sit like that or even lie down in public, relieve themselves, scratch their crotches, and nobody will say anything to them. But should a woman or girl sit like that and she will be reprimanded by anyone and everyone, called a slut, indecent, and so on and so forth. And should she dare to challenge that by drawing a picture of a woman siting freely…

Most of those posters were pointing out the sexist double standards that we have fully accepted in our society. I found them full of energy and intelligent observations about the hypocrisy of our misogynist and patriarchal society. It is truly ironic that few in our society feel the need to challenge violence against women, honor killings, domestic violence, sexual harassment (and they attack those who do) but a poster and a women’s march is what has gotten them up in arms.

There are those who think that the woman and girls who marched were spoiled, privileged, liberal “aunties” who have no clue of what is really going on in society with women and their “real” problems. This is only an attempt to divide women, to roll back the power of women and men uniting across ethnicities, social classes, genders, and demanding change.

It is very therapeutic to reclaim public space, to be loud, crude, and angry after years of repression and intimidation. To be badly-behaved when one has been told how to behave all one’s life. The collective gathering together of women and their allies to express themselves is how political change occurs — when a people’s movement galvanizes attention and focus on a pressing issue. Perhaps this is new for Pakistanis to see women gathering like this in such strength and such numbers, but it is refreshing and inspiring to many. And the fact that it has upset so many means that it is working.

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Photo credit Nuzhat Siddiqui

As Pulitzer Prize winning historian Laurel Thatcher Ulrich said, “Well-behaved women seldom make history.” Pakistani women are tired of being told to behave properly, discriminated against in every sphere regardless of their behavior, and punished societally, professionally, and physically for even an imagined infraction of that behavior code.

Pakistani women are standing up for themselves, demanding justice. They want to rewrite the rules so that they are fair and equitable for all genders. If you understand this, then a few placards, written with the enthusiasm and fierceness of young women excited by the possibility of change, should not blind you to why they really marched — unless you truly don’t want to get the message.

For once, Pakistani women, instead of behaving “properly”, trolled men as hard as they could – and it was awesome.

Aurat March 2019

Recently the BBC made a program about being a woman in Pakistan. Accompanying the main program is a quick clip with soundbites from some young Pakistani women about how they live their lives here:

In turns hopeful, frustrated, angry, proud, determined, these women describe what they face in Pakistan:

  • “I’m covering my head, not my brain.”
  • “I get to prioritise my goals but I’m called selfish if I want to pursue them.”
  • “No matter what, if you aren’t married, you haven’t achieved anything.”
  • “I can be independent and choose any career I want to work in.”
  • “I don’t have autonomy over my body, or my city.”
  • “I can get a degree but my family restricts me from stepping out into certain places.”
  • “I can cook whatever I want but I can’t wear whatever I want.”
  • “I must have a white skin tone, but the chai I make should be brown.”
  • “Everyone is entitled to have an opinion about my life except me.”

I absolutely love the wry seriousness with which these women speak about their lived experiences in a country that doesn’t give them their due.  They are completely clued up and aware of what society is denying them, and that they deserve more.

Young Pakistani women are the momentum behind some of the most significant changes taking place in our society today. That’s why I’m excited about the second edition of the Aurat March, the Pakistani Women’s March that took place last year for the first time in Islamabad, Lahore and Karachi to coincide with the women’s marches all over the world on March 8th, 2019. This year, organizers are planning to make the march bigger and better than before: they will march for “economic justice, reproductive justice, right to our city, and environmental justice”. Special focus will be given to the anti-encroachment drive in Karachi, which has been seen by many as anti-poor.

Sheema Kermani, feminist activist, dancer and performance artist, and one of the original members of the Women’s Action Forum, says, “We at ‘Hum Aurtein,’ proudly announce Aurat March 2019. Every year, on International Women’s Day (8th March), we unite women and individuals from gender non-binary groups to celebrate and strive for the spirit of inclusion, dignity, and respect.” (Hum Aurtein, or “We Women”, is a feminist organization that takes its name from Kishwar Naheed’s revolutionary poem “Hum Gunagar Aurtein”, or “We Sinful Women”)

But the efforts aren’t restricted to Karachi or Lahore alone. The Women Democratic Front, a Pakistani leftist feminist women’s collective, is working to dismantle patriarchy and capitalism in Pakistan and will demand a minimum working wage for women as part of the Aurat March 2019. They will celebrate the International Women Workers Day in Hyderabad, Quetta, Islamabad and Mardan, and are going door-to-door, meeting with working women in these cities to mobilize them for the march.

They will also commemorate the Kashmiri Women’s Resistance Day in observance of the mass rape of 40 women by Indian armed forces in the adjoining Kashmiri villages of Kunan and Poshpora in 1991.

Pakistani women will join hands with all feminist allies to show their strength in numbers on March 8, to show their righteous anger, and to celebrate their womanhood in furious joy. Everyone is welcome at this inclusive event: gender non-binary, trans, LGBTQI, female identifying folk and men.

Kermani adds, “Our march isn’t funded by any political party, corporation or NGO. We collect money from other citizens to bring the march together. The march celebrates women’s struggles and gives us a platform to all women to show case our issues and struggles.”

The momentum that began from last year’s march is swelling into something even bigger, even more urgent and even more wide-reaching than last year’s march. It is harnessing the energies wakened by MeToo in Pakistan, the ongoing activism for girls’ education, and a growing anger at the lack of inclusion in the Pakistani government and businesses across the country.

Don’t be on the wrong side of history: come out and participate, or at least witness what happens when women decide to act. There is nothing more exciting or powerful than when women get together to agitate for their rights, to make their voices heard, to make the world aware that they want change. And we will make the world listen.

 

(Islamabad poster by Lubaina Rajbhoy)

When We Returned to Pakistan | Bina Shah | Granta Magazine

Very happy to have this personal memoir essay up at Granta now. It’s always a risk to write honestly about one’s own life, and I’ve hesitated up to now, but I decided to give it a try. I wanted to illustrate how a child’s pain occurred concurrently with the depression and pain of a nation in those years after 1971 and all the way up to the coup in which Zia overthrew Bhutto. I wanted to shine a light on the strange, cloistered world of Sayed women coming from rural Sindh, raised in privilege yet oppressed in so many ways. And I wanted to put down those memories of my earliest years, reinforced by subsequent visits, by photographs and storytelling. Whether or not I succeeded is another story.

When We Returned to Pakistan | Bina Shah | Granta Magazine

Before She Sleeps shortlisted for Getz Fiction Prize

I was delighted to find out that Before She Sleeps is shortlisted for the Getz Fiction Prize being awarded at the inaugural Adab Festival on February 1, along with Mohammed Hanif’s Red Birds, Kamila Shamsie’s Home Fire, and Zarrar Said’s Pureland. That’s some illustrious competition!

It made me think about Pakistani writing in English, which I think now has been around long enough to be characterized in this way:

Pakistani writing doesn’t always have the technical excellence or the meticulous attention to craft that you will find in British or American novels. But what it does have is an exuberance and energy that isn’t always contained in the novel form. That’s why our books seem to burst at the seams with irrepressible characters, beyond-belief plots, and big bold vision. There’s always a laugh hiding behind the pathos, and tears close to the surface behind the slapstick. Our writing captures Pakistani life and Pakistani attitude in all its messy glory and ugly truth.

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The Courage of Saudi Women

I have been watching the nail-biting case of Rahaf Al-Qunun as it has played out over social media and the international news. The case has rightly brought the guardianship system of Saudi Arabia to the forefront: this is a system that decrees all women, of any age, must have a male guardian from among their family. This guardian is in a position to allow or veto work, travel, marriage, and other activities for the woman. It is an antiquated system that arose out of a centuries-old patriarchy that sought to protect women from the dangers of a tribal society; it has morphed into an anachronism.

In the best-case scenario, most Saudis treat it as only a formality, and the Saudi women I know have blanket permission to live their lives normally. However, in many cases, it becomes a way of entrapping women in abusive situations and of controlling her life. Here in conservative Pakistan, where I live, a woman’s male relatives do exercise a great deal of authority over her, but there is no legal imperative for her to present a signed piece of paper from a man when she wants to travel, study, have surgery, or get married.

Pakistani women have been fortunate to have had a robust women’s rights movement over the decades that Pakistan has been in existence, as well as Muslim Family Laws promulgated in the 1960s that protected many of women’s rights. Pakistani women have fought very hard against the anti-women laws of the 1980s, most notably the Hudood Ordinances, which are now defunct. Still, we are in a dire situation as far as women’s safety and security is in question, but that is because the laws are weakly implemented, not because they do not exist. In Saudi Arabia, not only do progressive, pro-women laws not exist, but conservative influentials in the Kingdom – the clerics, the men of influence, some of the Royal Family – do not see any reason to change. 

When I was writing my dystopian novel Before She Sleeps, about an unnamed city in the Middle East, I was portraying exactly this kind of society: one in which women have no choices. Some readers could not understand why the women in my novel could not do anything about the situation they found themselves: as survivors of war and an epidemic that has killed most of their numbers off, they are only bodies to have babies as quickly as possible, with no way to leave the city in which they were trapped. But now with the case of Rahaf Al Qunun brought to light, where her only choice was to leave or die, perhaps they’ll understand that such societies not only can exist, they already do. 

It is important to say here, though, that Saudi Arabia is undergoing a process of change, directed by women themselves, working to bring greater rights and empowerment to their sisters. One of the most significant ones is Al-Nahda Philanthropic Organization, which works to bring Saudi women towards a greater participation in society. Its board of directors includes two princesses from the Royal Family; its management team includes Saudi women who graduated from Wellesley, Harvard, and Columbia. This incredible organization operates in four major areas: Career Education, Capacity Development, Financial and Social Support and a Center for Research and Studies. They have disbursed 108 million riyals in aid over the last ten years, and they have undertaken 37 projects for women’s empowerment.

The photographs and stories on the page of Al-Nahda portray women doing things that have never been done before: participating in seminars and conferences, both in Saudi Arabia and overseas, overcoming illiteracy, participating in personal development courses. Don’t be distracted by the fact that the women are in burqas and niqabs, that the success stories only use first names or pseudonyms. Empowerment in Saudi Arabia is tricky, delicate work. Financial independence and education are only part of the story; the women themselves have to be taught to have confidence in themselves as fully capable adults. Sometimes, in countries as harsh on women as ours, it is women’s work behind the scenes, the persistence in the face of daunting opposition, that is the real revolution. 

But as I’ve said many times before, feminism looks very different in our countries than it does in yours. We women in these countries are boxed in by many constraints, by men who think of feminism as Western toxicity and by women who have internalized misogyny to the point that they think it is better for women to be constrained than to be free. In countries like this, we have to sometimes submit to the system, then work to change it from within. When the law and society is not on our side, we have to subvert the system, persuade the men around us to be allies, take it inch by inch. For every step forward one can and should expect a backlash.

Rahaf has rejected that slow process wide open with her breathtaking odyssey: it is not easy to defy an entire system and hold fast to one’s freedom, especially for someone as young as her. With the threats to her life coming from her own family members, she did what she had to do to survive. This will have a knock-on effect for many Saudi women who will now harbor hope that they can also gain their freedom by claiming asylum – should they be able to leave the country as Rahaf did. As Bessma Romani, a professor at Waterloo University, wrote in the Globe and Mail: “Even though Saudi women are increasingly highly educated, well-travelled, and hyper-connected to the world, they are stuck in a society that gives them the same rights as children.”

At any rate, I do not envy Saudi women their choice, or lack of it. Like many in the world, I have been amazed by Rahaf’s courage and heartened by Canada’s warm welcome in granting her refugee status. But I also have a great deal of admiration for the women who live under the Saudi guardianship system and do their best to enact change from within. As heart-breaking as it is to be forced to leave just so you can breathe, it is also difficult to stay on and try to find breathing space where hardly any exists. The women of Saudi Arabia, and their male allies, are doing the best they can within the system that still governs them, and for that, they have my solidarity. 

 

Essential Pakistani Women on Twitter

This list came out of a thread that was started by Nighat Dad (@nighatdad) who asked people to tag the Twitter accounts of Pakistani women that they found compelling enough to follow.

There was a valid question in the thread raised by Oil_is_Opium (Karachi Feminist) about whether lists like these are exclusionary and perpetuate the power structure that women’s Twitter seeks to subvert. But there is a strong need to highlight women who speak up in a public way on social media and to highlight the conversations that are taking place about and between women, so I’ve compiled all the names that were listed in the thread.

Note: This is an open list and can be added to at any time (just leave the Twitter handle in the comments). I haven’t included any descriptions of the women because they can be easily found by clicking on their names. I haven’t edited the list in any way or added or removed accounts – this is a crowdsourced list, not one that belongs to me or anyone exclusively.

January 10: This list is now being maintained on this public document here. 

 

Political scientist
Journalist
Blogger Dawn
Editor Friday Times
Academic LUMS
Awesome woman
Academic UCL
Journalist Hum News
Police Punjab Police
Awesome woman
Journalist Dunya TV
Awesome woman
Awesome woman
Author & translator Global Voices
TV Reporter ARY News
Anti-VAW Activist
Journalist
Policy analyst TechJuicePK
Journalist, Bureau Chief VOA Afghanistan & Pakistan
Editor Dawn
Awesome woman
Lawyer, writer
Bookstore owner The Last Word
CEO Mushawar UK Ltd
Awesome woman
Journalist Newsweek Pakistan
Editor Bloomsbury UK
Writer
Project manager
Feminist
Awesome woman
Awesome woman
Awesome woman
Writer & Mentor Ananke Mag
Writer, reporter
Awesome woman
Lawyer, mental health advocate Asia Foundation, ColourBlue
Social psychologist
Environmentalist Pak2W2
Blogger
Country Manager Pakistan Australia Awards
Technology WomeninTechPK
Awesome woman
Activist, editor Pakistan Alliance for Girls Foundation
Journalist BoloBhi
Energy analyst Goats For Water
Journalism
Engineer, journalist TechJuicePK
Anthropologist
Awesome woman
Former politician
Women’s Rights Activist Punjab Commission for the Status of Women
Journalist BBC World Service
Awesome woman
Urban planner
Awesome woman
Journalist
Activists Girls at Dhabas
Human rights activist Aware Girls
Journalist
Writer, sociologist
Awesome woman
Writer, Editor Dawn
Human rights defender
Academic CSIS International Security Program
Development, human rights
Doctor, political activist
Novelist
Broadcast journalist Express News PK
Political Scientist
Lawyer
Journalist Express News
Political worker Awami Workers
Actor
Journalist TRT Urdu
Technology goddess The Nest I/O, PASHA
CEO Invest2Innovate
Novelist
Owner, Editor Soul Sisters Pakistan
Journalist, blogger
Awesome woman
Lawyer, activist
Writer
Writer, editor Austenistan
Pakistani Ambassador to the UN United Nations
Girls’ empowerment Lyari
Journalist SAMA TV
Researcher, journalist
Entrepreneur
Writer, Journalist
Girls education activist Oxford University
Parliamentary secy for law and justice National Assembly
Media Asma Jehangir Legal Aid Cell
Anthropologist
Journalist
Technology, activist WomensDigitalLeague.com
Architect, conservationist Marvi Mazhar & Associates
Development, activist
Technology, entrepreneurship Impact Dynamics
Activist Auratnaak, Girls at Dhabas
Awesome woman
Child rights activist PAHCHAAN
Author
Journalist
Awesome woman
Awesome woman
Awesome woman
Technology, development Women4PeaceTech
Photojournalist
Researcher The Wilson Center
Awesome woman
Journalist Associated Reporters Abroad
Energy Punjab Government
Writer, Teacher
Journalist Global voices
Social entrepreneur
Journalist Pashto VOA
Professor urban planning Karachi Urban Lab IBA
Researcher, activist Info Learn PK, Women in Law initiative
Sociologist
Academic UNSW
Activist Digital Rights Foundation
Awesome woman
Lawyer SOAS
Sociologist
Journalist, director Media Matters For Democracy
Producer Patriot Act
Islamic finance Simply Shariah UK
Awesome woman
Feminist activist
Blogger
Academic, activist
Researcher Agahi Foundation
  • @qrratugai
Blogger orbala.com
Awesome woman
Researcher Amnesty
Broadcast journalist ARY News
Television Host GEO TV
Academic Habib University
Journalist Dawn
Legal adviser ICJ Asia
Journalist
Solar engineer ReOne Energy
Law & politics
RJ, Blogger Tarkaashi
Environmental journalist
Microfinance Kashif Foundation
Activist Aurat Raaj
Entrepreneur Popinjay
Writer, editor, comedian Arab News PK

Auratnaak

Journalist, author
Journalist
Journalist The News on Sunday
Microfinance Circle Women
Energy economist Punjab energy department
Entrepreneur IIUI BIC
Medical doctor, researcher, feminist
Technology
  • @Sairaishtiaq
Climate, entrepreneurship
Womens rights activist Punjab Status for the Commission of Women
Researcher Girlsactionfoundation.ca
Social entrepreneur Epiphany PK
Political scientist LUMS
Entrepreneur
HR
Journalist
  • @sanasaleem
Activist, writer BoloBhi
Journalist Gulf News
Awesome woman
Awesome woman GNN
Activist Justice Project Pakistan
Human rights Education For All
Awesome woman
Awesome woman
Technology director Ops Code for Pakistan
Feminist
Awesome woman
Feminist
Awesome woman
Social entrepreneur ABKT
Awesome woman
Founder, COO Genetech Solutions
Parliamentary Secy Commerce National Assembly
Awesome woman
Lawyer
Writer
Politician National Assembly
Awesome woman
Politician Senate
Minister Human Rights Government of Pakistan
Awesome woman
Researchers
Awesome woman
Journalist CNN
Awesome woman
Politician
Business reporter ePakistanToday
Doctor, activist, MPA KPK Provincial Assembly
Entrepreneur
Writer, academic
Communication, Marketing
Politician Sindh Assembly
Awesome woman
Gender activist
Gender academics Women Democratic Front
Education activist
Editor Zau Magazine
Writer, editor The News on Sunday
Activist ADFE-FdM
Journalist, author The Rise News
Political activist
Journalist Asia 21
Sports Journalist
Human rights law
Editor The News International
Director N Shields Solutions
Loud-mouthed feminist
Software Engineer SastaTicket.pk
Academic War Studies, Kings College
Gender Activist, media News One PK

 

Pakistan: No Country for Women?

This morning I woke up to the news that Pakistan ranks among the worst performers on gender equality.  This is not news to me; we’ve been consistently ranking at the bottom of these and similar scales for a while now. But for the first time the WEF noted that we’re actually going backwards in several areas.

This report looked at “disparities between the genders in 149 countries across four areas: education, health, economic opportunity and political empowerment.” It noted that the proportion of women in the workplace is stagnating and that women’s representation in politics is actually on the decline. (Here’s my op-ed on women’s visibility in this government).

We’re actually doing worse in gender equality than all the other South Asian countries, and our companions in the bottom ranking are Saudi Arabia, Yemen and Egypt. I felt depressed when I read this; we’re doing even worse than Afghanistan. I didn’t expect gender equality to get better very quickly, but I certainly didn’t expect it to actually get worse in my lifetime.

Someone tweeted in response that men’s “ghairat” (honor) is what holds women back in Pakistan. I don’t really think this is the case. What holds women back in our country is our concept of manhood and masculinity in Pakistan; in this country, men feel that the most vital part of being a man is that women are submissive and inferior to them.

I have heard time and again – from men – that if they don’t beat their wives, and keep them submissive, they are mocked by others, including women, for not being “man enough.”

“You can’t control your wife, what kind of man are you?”

By hitting at this particular insecurity – questioning a man’s “manhood” – we make sure that as a society, the physical, emotional and sexual control of women is linked to masculinity. We make sure that boys grow up to learn that they can’t be men unless they intimidate, restrict, and hurt women.

Just as we define our Pakistaniyat by being “not-Indian”, we define our masculinity as being “not a woman.” This is why our politicians taunt each other by offering to send them bangles, tell them to wear women’s clothes and dupattas, and calling politicians “effeminate” and question their sexuality. There could be nothing more insulting in our books. We actually make it an insult to be a woman, a fate worse than death.

We can talk about feminism or gender equality until we’re blue in the face, but until Pakistani men question what it means to be a man, and de-link manhood with violence against women and girls, sexual and otherwise, nothing will change vis-a-vis gender equality in our country. We’re a far cry from addressing all the issues – but it’s the mindset that needs to change first.

We need to teach men what being a man really means. Until then this will be no country for women.

 

 

The Good Wife

Not much of my fiction is translated into Urdu, so here is a short story I wrote a while ago (translated into German, never published in English, as far as I can remember) that Safia Kausar has translated into Urdu. Thank you to Yasir Habib, who moderates the Facebook group “Almi Adab key Urdu Tarajum” for bringing it to my attention, and of course thank you to Safia Kausar for doing this.

 

فرماں برداربیوی
تحریر: :بینا شاہ (کراچی، پاکستان)
ترجمہ: صفیہ کوثر (راولپنڈی، پاکستان)

اُس دن شریف دین نے اپنے گھٹنے میں عجیب سا درد محسوس کیا تو سوچنے لگا کہ اب اُس پر بھی بڑھاپا آ گیا ہے۔ اس نے پاس ہی کھانا پکانے میں مصروف اپنی بیوی سےمخاطب ہو کر کہا :
“لگتاہے اب میں پہلے جتنا جوان نہیں رہا۔”
اس کی یہ بات سُن کر بھی اس کی بیوی حسبِ سابق خاموش ہی رہی اور چولہے پر جھک کر پرانی جلی ہوئی ڈوئی کوپوری توجہ سے ابلتے ہوئے سالن میں چلانے لگی۔
اپنی بیوی کی مستقل خاموشی سے گھبرا کر شریف دین نے اپنے دل میں سوچا کہ گزشتہ چالیس برس کی ازدواجی زندگی میں اس اس عورت نے کوئی مکمل جملہ کم ہی بولا ہو گا۔ اتنے سالوں میں اس کے اندر تو الفاظ کا بڑا ذخیرہ محفوظ ہو چکا ہو گا، جیسے کسی بند کے پیچھے پانی محفوظ کرتے ہیں،جب پانی کی مقدار بڑھتی جاتی ہے تو ایک دن اچانک بند ٹوٹ جاتا ہے اور سیلاب سے سب کچھ برباد ہو جاتا ہے،ایسے ہی اچانک کسی دن اس کی بیوی کےالفاظ اور ان میں گھٹے ہوئے جذبات اور چھپے ہوئے خیالات بھی اپنا بند توڑ ڈالیں گےاور اس کے تیز بہاؤ میں وہ ڈوب کر مر جائے گا۔ اس خیال سے وہ جھرجھری سی لے کر رہ گیا۔
شریف دین ایک دیہاتی کسان تھااور اس کی بھی ساری زندگی کھیتوں میں کام کرتے ہوئے گزرگئی تھی۔ اب جب کہ وہ ساٹھ برس کا ہو چکا تھاتو اس کے سامنے چار چار جوان اور ہٹے کٹے بیٹے موجود تھے جو اس کے بعد زمینوں کا سارا کام سنبھالتے۔ یوں بھی اب اس کے آرام کے دن تھے وہ بیٹھ کر کھا سکتا تھا اور کام کاج کی ذمہ داری بیٹے اٹھا سکتے تھے۔ شریف دین کے خاندان کا شمار خوش حال خاندانوں میں ہوتاتھا۔ وہ خود کو اس لحاظ سے بھی خوش قسمت سمجھتا تھا کہ دوسرے لوگوں کی طرح اس کو کسی بیٹی کو بیاہنے کی مصیبت نہیں سہنی پڑی ۔ بیٹیوں کی شادی کرنا کسی اور سے ہار ماننے کے ہی مترادف تھا اور پھر کوئی زمین سے حصہ مانگ لے تو گویا قیامت ہے۔
شریف دین نے فرصت سے لطف لیتے ہوئے پان کا ایک بیڑہ کلّے میں دبا لیا اور اس کو چبانے میں مصروف ہو گیا،ساتھ ساتھ اپنی بیوی کو بھی دیکھ رہا تھاجو کھانا پکانے میں مگن تھی۔اب اس کی سوچ کے دھارے نے اپنا رُخ موڑا اور اس کو خیال آیا کہ اس کی بیوی کو کھانا پکانے کا ہُنر خوب آتا ہے، وہ عام سی چیزوں سے خوب مزے مزے کے کھانے پکا لیتی تھی۔ جہاں گاؤں کے عام لوگ دال روٹی پر گزارا کرتے تھےوہاں شریف دین کے گھرمیں دن میں دو دو بار کھانا پکتا تھا اور سبزی کے علاوہ گوشت کے بھی کئی کھانے پکائے جاتے تھے، گرمی کے موسم میں کھانے کے ساتھ سلاد کی جگہ آم ہوتے اور لسّی تو ضرور ہُوا کرتی۔ شریف دین کے دوست اکثراِس بات پر اُس کی قسمت پر رشک کرتے تھے اور اُس سے اصرار کر کرکے اس کے گھرمیں دعوت کا اہتمام کرواتے تھے ، ان کی یہ فرمائش شریف دین کسی مغل بادشاہ کی سی سخاوت سے قبول کر لیا کرتا جو اپنے درباریوں کو کبھی کبھی شاہی دسترخوان میں شریک کر لیتا ہو۔
شریف دین جانتا تھا کہ اس کی بیوی بہت زیادہ حسین عورت نہیں ہے اور اس بات سے اس کو کوئی خاص مسئلہ نہیں تھا کیوں کہ اس کو معلوم تھا کہ ہمارے یہاں خوب صورت عورت کے ساتھ کیا کیا ہو سکتا ہے۔ اس کو اپنے کزن امان دین کا واقعہ یاد آ گیاجس کی بو ی خدیجہ انتہائی خوب صورت عورت تھی ، پورے محلّے کی نگاہیں اس کو تاڑتی تھیں خاص طور پر اللہ بخش جو ہر وقت اس تاک میں رہتا تھا کہ کب امان دین کھیتوں میں جائے اور کب اس کو خدیجہ سے ملنے کا موقع ملے۔ ایک دن امان دین کام سےواپس آ رہا تھا تو اس نے دیکھا کہ خدیجہ دریا کے کنارے بیٹھی کپڑے دھو رہی ہے ا وراس دوران ہنس ہنس کر اللہ بخش سے باتیں بھی کر رہی ہے۔غصّہ تو اس کو اللہ بخش پر آیا جو خدیجہ کے لال لال ہونٹوں کے درمیان چمکتے ہوئے سفید دانتوں کو گھور گھور کر دیکھ رہا تھا۔ یہ منظر دیکھ کراس کی غیرت جاگ اٹھی اورخون کھولنے لگا۔اس نے ہاتھ میں پکڑی کلہاڑی سے وار کیا تو خدیجہ ایک ہی وار میں اپنی جان سے گئی البتہ اللہ بخش نے دریا میں چھلانگ لگا کر اپنی جان بچالی۔ امان دین کو تیرنا تو آتا نہ تھا کہ وہ اس کا پیچھا کرتا ۔ پھر اس نے خدیجہ کوایک بے نام و نشان قبر میں دفن کر دیا۔اُس دن جو امان دین نےاس قبر سے پیٹھ پھیری پھر عمر بھر وہاں کا رُخ نہ کیااور جاتے ہوئےوہ اس تازہ ابھری ہوئی زمین پر تھوکنا نہیں بھولا تھا۔یہی ہے ایک اصل مرد کا کردار۔
لیکن شریف دین کی بیوی نے کبھی کوئی ایسی حرکت نہیں کی جس سےاس کو شرمندگی اٹھانا پڑی ہو۔ وہ اس کا اور اس کے چار بیٹوں کا خیال رکھتی تھی، ان کےکپڑے دھوتی تھی، ان کے بڑے سے گھر کی صفائی کرتی تھی اوران کے لیےمحنت سے کھانے پکاتی تھی۔ وہ کبھی حرف شکایت زبان پر نہ لاتی تھی۔ اس نے ایک بار بس ریڈیو منگوایا تھا اس کے علاوہ اس نے کبھی کوئی فرمائش تک نہ کی تھی۔ گاؤں کی دوسری لڑکیاں تو بہت ضدی تھیں، اب انھوں نے اسکول جانے کی بھی ضدشروع کر دی تھی، کیا ہی احمقانہ حرکت ہے،اس نے اپنے دل میں سوچا۔ اس کو یہ بات بہت انوکھی لگتی تھی کہ لڑکیاں غیروں کے سامنے باہر نکلیں،اس طرح تو ان کے ساتھ کوئی بھی حادثہ پیش آ سکتا ہے۔ یوں بھی جب عورتیں اپنے مردوں سے دُور جائیں گی تو خطرہ تو ہو گا ناں۔پڑھ لکھ کے آخر وہ کیا کریں گی ،اس کے بعد ان کے قدم اور آگے بڑھیں گے کیا اب وہ گاڑی بھی چلائیں گی ؟ اس خیال نے اس کو حیران کردیا، اس نے خود کلامی کرتے ہوئے اپنے منہ ہی منہ میں بُڑبُڑا کے کہا:”آدمی کو اچھی طرح اپنی عورت کو قابو میں رکھنے کا گُر آنا چاہیے، یہاں تو بھئی زندگی گزارنے کا یہی اصول ہے۔”
شریف دین کی بیوی نے چولہے کے پاس اکڑوں بیٹھے بیٹھے ایک نظر اپنے شوہر پر ڈالی جو اب اپنی چارپائی پر سیدھا ہو کر لیٹ گیا تھا اور اپنے دونوں ہاتھوں کو ملا کر اپنے سر کو ٹیک دے کر دُور دُور تک پھیلے ہوئے نیلے آسمان کو دیکھ رہا تھا۔ شریف دین اچھا آدمی تھا،کبھی کبھارکی مار پیٹ کے علاوہ اپنی بیوی کا خیال رکھا کرتا تھا۔
کھیتوں میں کام کرنے کی مشکلات اٹھاتے ہوئے، بچوں کی پیدائش کی تکلیفیں سہتے ہوئے، چار شریر لڑکوں کو پالتے ہوئے وہ بھی اچھی طرح سمجھ گئی تھی کہ ان مَردوں کے ساتھ سکون سے جینے کا کیا طریقہ ہے ۔ جی ہاں! خاموش رہنا، نظریں جھکائے رکھنا ، اپنی آواز کو یوں دبا لینا کہ کسی کے کانوں تک پہنچ ہی نہ پائے ،جب وقت بے وقت کوئی فرمائش کرے تو اس سے بھی انکار نہ کرنا، چاہے کوئی کچھ بھی کہہ دے اس کو کوئی جواب نہ دینا ،کسی بھی کام سے کسی بھی وقت “نہ” نہ کرنا ۔۔۔ بس یہی راز ہے۔
ایک اور راز بھی ہے جو اُس نےآج تک کبھی کسی پر ظاہر نہیں کیا وہ یہ کہ اس نے خود ایک قسم کا عطر اور عرق ِگلاب تیار کیا تھا جووہ کھانا پکاتے ہوئے ہر کھانے میں روزانہ ڈالا کرتی تھی ۔اس کا اعتقاد تھا کہ اس سے میاں بیوی میں محبت بڑھتی ہے، محبت نہ سہی کم از کم ان میں ایسا لگاؤ ضرور پیدا ہو جاتا ہے جو جوانی اور حسن کا محتاج نہیں۔
باورچی خانے میں جہاں وہ کھانا پکاتی اورسارے مصالےا سنبھالتی تھی،یہاں وہ کبھی کبھی کچھ ریز گاری بھی رکھتی تھی اوروہیں اس کی آٹھ سال کی عمر میں فوت ہو جانے والی بیٹی کی ننھی سی تصویر بھی ٹکی ہوئی تھی ،یہیں کہیں اس نے چھوٹی سی گٹھڑی کی صورت میں زہریلا “تاج الملوک” بھی چھپا رکھا تھا۔ اس کو یہ بھی معلوم تھا کہ جس دن شریف دین برداشت سے باہرہو جائے گا اس نے کیا کرنا ہے ،کام آسان سا ہے وہ ہانڈی پکاتے ہوئےعرق ِگلاب کی جگہ زہریلے تاج الملوک کی تھوڑی سی مقدار ڈال دے گی۔ پھر جب اس کے بیٹے اور گاؤں والے شریف دین کی لاش پائیں گے تو وہ اپنے کندھے اچکائے گی اور کہے گی کہ “اب وہ پہلے جتنا جوان بھی تونہیں رہا تھا۔” پھر سب لوگ اُس کی اِس بات سے اتفاق کرتے ہوئے سر ہلائیں گے کہ ہاں واقعی زندگی تو بڑی ہی سفاک چیز ہے۔

BBC World Service – The Cultural Frontline, Writing Dystopia Now

This week I got to speak to the BBC World Service’s Tina Daheley on The Cultural Frontline in a show about dystopias. We discussed feminism, patriarchy, Pakistan, and this new wave of feminist dystopias; Sophie Mackintosh was my co-panelist (She’s written a brilliant book called The Water Cure). I was talking, of course, about my novel Before She Sleeps (which is on sale in a very sweet deal on Amazon Kindle right now)bbcradio

Afterwards the program speaks to writers in Japan, Nigeria and America on the same subject. It’s very cool; you can listen to it by going to the link below:

BBC World Service – The Cultural Frontline, Writing Dystopia Now