I am scared
I'm scared...
Women in my country say it, and in their hearts there is a pang that cries out to their consciences, but many decision-makers have become deaf and their hearts have hardened.
I'm scared...
Every woman, young woman and child who was a victim of domestic or societal violence says it... they were abused, beaten and their blood was shed.
I'm scared...
Every girl who was married off and whose innocence and young age did not protect her from bearing the burden of a life she entered without being protected by the weapon of knowledge, science, and awareness of the weight of responsibilities, the importance of rights, and the foundations of duties says it.
I'm scared...
Every woman who signed a marriage contract with a non-Lebanese man, and she did not know or knew that her family would sign a document of love and belonging to Lebanon in the future, but from one side...there is no Lebanese nationality for her husband or children, according to the Lebanese Nationality Law issued in 1925, which gives the right to grant Lebanese nationality to the Lebanese father and not to the Lebanese mother, a law that violates the spirit of the Lebanese constitution, which emphasizes equality in rights and duties among all citizens without discrimination or preference, an unjust law that deprives the Lebanese mother's family of their rights in various fields: work, education, health and social care, and often threatens their reunification, as happened recently due to the Corona pandemic.
I'm scared...
The student, the young woman, the wife and the mother say it. They are afraid for tomorrow and destiny, for the fruits of their lives and the hardship of years, for security and safety, for the dream of the new generation.
The sparkle and sweetness of the past gave way to the bitterness of the present and the fogginess of the future.
Women in Lebanon suffer double, their grief double, and their struggle double. The fire of injustice rages before them as they fight on all fronts, fighting the injustice of some laws and the misapplication of others. They suffer from the stupidity of some customs, traditions, and norms, and from the negativity and laziness of society when it comes to treating them fairly.
With the Corona pandemic, she found herself a victim of domestic violence due to home quarantine, and at work she was a victim of unemployment and inequality in wages and job opportunities. With the deterioration of the Lebanese pound exchange rate against the dollar, her purchasing power collapsed and she was restricted from disposing of her money in banks. She was no longer able to pay for education expenses, the burdens of hospitalization and illness, and other matters of her life. Her suffering was crowned by the earthquake explosion at the port, so she was the victim, the martyr and the wounded, and the mother, sister, wife and daughter shed tears for the departure of loved ones, the burning of hearts, the destruction of Beirut, and the kidnapping of memories.
Should I stop counting? ...The flood of sorrows never ends and the wasting of wounds never stops.
But who said that women in my country were defeated by sadness and broken by injustice? Rather, they shook off all thoughts of defeat and carved in the rock of knowledge and science the most beautiful pictures of success and excellence and proved their leadership in various fields.
O decision-makers, if you are unable today to stop the financial, economic, social, medical, political and institutional collapse, and are unable to restore the state of right, justice and equality, at least start by doing justice to women and strengthening their rights away from your political calculations. This will not cost you fresh dollars, and you will not be confused about its exchange rate between a platform, a black market, and an official rate, and you will not need external or even local loans, and you will not wait for regional or international agreements and initiatives.
All you need is a package of reforms, to bring some hope to the heart of every Lebanese woman who carries Lebanon in her heart.
Women in my country say it, and in their hearts there is a pang that cries out to their consciences, but many decision-makers have become deaf and their hearts have hardened.
I'm scared...
Every woman, young woman and child who was a victim of domestic or societal violence says it... they were abused, beaten and their blood was shed.
I'm scared...
Every girl who was married off and whose innocence and young age did not protect her from bearing the burden of a life she entered without being protected by the weapon of knowledge, science, and awareness of the weight of responsibilities, the importance of rights, and the foundations of duties says it.
I'm scared...
Every woman who signed a marriage contract with a non-Lebanese man, and she did not know or knew that her family would sign a document of love and belonging to Lebanon in the future, but from one side...there is no Lebanese nationality for her husband or children, according to the Lebanese Nationality Law issued in 1925, which gives the right to grant Lebanese nationality to the Lebanese father and not to the Lebanese mother, a law that violates the spirit of the Lebanese constitution, which emphasizes equality in rights and duties among all citizens without discrimination or preference, an unjust law that deprives the Lebanese mother's family of their rights in various fields: work, education, health and social care, and often threatens their reunification, as happened recently due to the Corona pandemic.
I'm scared...
The student, the young woman, the wife and the mother say it. They are afraid for tomorrow and destiny, for the fruits of their lives and the hardship of years, for security and safety, for the dream of the new generation.
The sparkle and sweetness of the past gave way to the bitterness of the present and the fogginess of the future.
Women in Lebanon suffer double, their grief double, and their struggle double. The fire of injustice rages before them as they fight on all fronts, fighting the injustice of some laws and the misapplication of others. They suffer from the stupidity of some customs, traditions, and norms, and from the negativity and laziness of society when it comes to treating them fairly.
With the Corona pandemic, she found herself a victim of domestic violence due to home quarantine, and at work she was a victim of unemployment and inequality in wages and job opportunities. With the deterioration of the Lebanese pound exchange rate against the dollar, her purchasing power collapsed and she was restricted from disposing of her money in banks. She was no longer able to pay for education expenses, the burdens of hospitalization and illness, and other matters of her life. Her suffering was crowned by the earthquake explosion at the port, so she was the victim, the martyr and the wounded, and the mother, sister, wife and daughter shed tears for the departure of loved ones, the burning of hearts, the destruction of Beirut, and the kidnapping of memories.
Should I stop counting? ...The flood of sorrows never ends and the wasting of wounds never stops.
But who said that women in my country were defeated by sadness and broken by injustice? Rather, they shook off all thoughts of defeat and carved in the rock of knowledge and science the most beautiful pictures of success and excellence and proved their leadership in various fields.
O decision-makers, if you are unable today to stop the financial, economic, social, medical, political and institutional collapse, and are unable to restore the state of right, justice and equality, at least start by doing justice to women and strengthening their rights away from your political calculations. This will not cost you fresh dollars, and you will not be confused about its exchange rate between a platform, a black market, and an official rate, and you will not need external or even local loans, and you will not wait for regional or international agreements and initiatives.
All you need is a package of reforms, to bring some hope to the heart of every Lebanese woman who carries Lebanon in her heart.