Glimpses from Fabulous Veils#4

“No.… because I said so… you’re impolite..!”

What’s our main frames of reference as human beings? What makes us permit things and prohibit others? Is it the culture, the religion, the traditions or a mixture of all? How often do we pause and deeply consider our ‘rules’?

Many parents complain that their teenagers are stubborn and tend to break their rules. Do they – teenagers – understand the core of the rules they rebel against? Do they comprehend the value of the rules? Or do we – as parents – want them just to follow without even considering the essence of the rules we inherited from our ancestors?

Dedicating my Mondays Arabic articles in November for the Teenagers, I decided to share some glimpses from ‘Fabulous Veils’ on weekly basis. Sharing scenes in which Teenagers were involved. Whether as a main or side character. I will not comment on the scene. Comments are open for the readers. I will just open a window to my perception.

The window this time is:
As parents, what type of characters are we giving to the world when we raise our children in way that favours a gender over the other, a child over his sibling or the eldest over the youngest?

Leaving you with the Glimpse…

“Om-Abdo, Om-Abdo,” Sayed’s voice woke her up from her daydreams. Seeing him she stood and adjusted her galabeya:
“Amrak yabou-Abdo,” she replied.
“Where is the girl?”
“She was playing outside.”
“Playing outside? And you’re sitting here? Where do you think you are? You’re in Kafr El Sheikh. Go fetch your girl right now and bring her to me.”
“Just don’t hit her ya Abou-Abdo, she just wanted to ride the donkey.”
“Donkey? Leiltek teen. Donkey! Who allowed her? She didn’t take my permission,” he yelled.
“She asked me and I didn’t think you would mind,” replied Fatma shivering.
“Whom do you think yourself to give permissions or take decisions? Go get her right now!”

Fatma found Hanan sitting on the grass that surrounded the house yet the field wasn’t as large as Fatma imagined. She didn’t find animals, a windmill or a pigeon tower. She wondered if Abou-Abdo had imagined such details or they just belonged to the past.

“Hanan, Hanan, come quickly.”
“I’m waiting for the donkey, Mohamed said he will let me ride it after Ahmed.”
“Come here now! Come! Your father wants you.”
“But I want to ride the donkey.”
“Why didn’t you ride it before? It’s almost Zuhr and you went to ride it long time ago. Now come or you father will massacre you.”
“My brothers said my turn would be the last.” Hanan dried her tears with her long sleeve as she started walking inside.