Friday, March 30, 2012

The Diaries of an Abused Girlfriend-Part Six



Dear Diary,
Right now I just have all these mixed feelings: fear, joy, excitement, anxiety, and I don't know I guess millions of other feelings too. Here's what happened this morning, I woke up, switched on my cell phone, closed my eyes and waited to hear the SMS notification tone in case I have received any messages while it was switched off, and I usually don't, then wake up and start my day BUT I was laying down right there when I heard the message tone and I swear I felt like somebody kicked me on my stomach when I saw who the sender was, it was him! Yes him! His number! I deleted his name but I memorize his number and I didn't know what to do! I closed my eyes while the message was loading, I felt like I was falling from a cliff, I got up and sat on the bed still with my eyes closed, I didn't dare to read the content of it, I said a prayer: please God make it my long-awaited text. Then here it was "Hello… how are you doing?"  It was sent late at night at 3.00 a.m.! So I'm like! I don't know, did missing me kept him awake and he finally sent that or he's just acting like my friend and wants to check on me?! I don't know. I didn't know what to answer, it was him, back! Talking to me again! I didn't want to ruin that so  I didn't want to say something that will make him again stop sending me, I want him back in my life in any possible way, even if as a friend, I just wanted him back. So, I wrote, without further thinking: hi, how are you? I'm doing well, thank you, how about you? But, no reply came. "Holly crap! Not again" I said. He throws one message at me to fuck up my life again then he ignores me again. Does he simply want to stop me from moving on and keep me always attached to him?! But, at 4.00 p.m. he replied "I'm fine, thank you, I'm glad you're doing well. Take care." And that was it! I didn't know and still don't know what to say anymore, did I made a mistake by my casual simple answer? Should I have said that I'm not fine and I miss him like hell and want him back? Is it too late now!? Should I send it then but what if he's just trying to be friendly and or he wants to take things slowly and give me another chance little by little then if I send that heated text, I will ruin everything and he will run away from me again! God I don't know! Will he send again or that was just my last chance to have him back and now I ruined it!? I think I'll wait a couple of days and if he didn't send again, I will send that text. But how am I going to live until then! Damn! I've just had started getting better! Now I'm back to the first square! God! Give me a break!! But I'm still happy; happy because I'm still on his mind and yet I'm scared, worried…….etc.

Sunday, March 25, 2012

The Diaries of an Abused Girlfriend-Part Five



Dear Diary, I've been so busy lately to write anything. Well, I keep myself busy…with school, my final exams, hanging out with friends and spending time with my family. I keep myself busy and surrounded by others most of the time so that I won't think of him or of what happened but still, when night comes and I'm in bed alone with complete privacy to think then all the memories crawl back and all the "What if.." "Maybe..." and "Why.." thoughts fill my head and I sometimes cry, sometimes I get so angry and sometimes I get so depressed but one feeling remains deep down under the surface and that feeling is that I still miss him, I still love him and I still want him back. I don't admit this to anyone because I will be judged by them but this is the truth, we never had a real closure and I still don't know why we broke up but as my friends tell me, this is his way to keep me captive and unable to move on, I really don't know…

But, I guess he's not coming back and I just have to move on because I never heard of him so far, so I'm taking one day at a time and I live day by day always living in the NOW and I seem to be healing but… something had happened and I think I'm again stuck or I even fell back to where I was, you see… I received a call from him, not a call but a ring, not a ring, my cell phone didn't even ring; this is how short it was. It was a missed call. Perhaps he dialed my number by mistake, but I guess he would have realized that even before I receive the call, so maybe it wasn't by mistake, maybe he intended it to look like a mistake, but even if it was a mistake this means he's still got my number, but what if he tried to tell me something through that missed call? like, I should call him or text him but no, I can't, what if it was a mistake then I will look so stupid, so desperate and I'll make a complete fool out of myself, no I won't call him, but what if it was such a sweet thing like he misses me so he wanted to call and then he changed his mind! Damn it! This clue is not enough to tell me anything except it makes it harder for me to move on, it tells me that I'm so not over him and he's so not going to disappear from my life any time soon, God! How can I live like this!? What that missed call means!!!!

Friday, March 16, 2012

The Diaries of an Abused Girlfriend-Part Four



Dear diary, I haven't written a word since a week because I've been so ill and I was hospitalized. You see, I was so devastated after my break-up with him that I fell ill and my health condition deteriorated in a way that I needed to go to the hospital. They said it can be fatigue from all the stress of the exams but I simply say it was heartbreak. Anyways, my friends visited me and they knew about my story, the story of my breakup and tried to give me their compassion and sympathy but all that talk of "he's not worth it" "you deserve someone better" "You'll find love again and will be happy"…etc sounded so shallow and cliché that they couldn't touch my broken heart that now seems to be covered with layers and layers of ice. First there was pain, so much pain that I was supposed to be dead and yet I wasn't, I wondered how I was still alive with that much pain but I somehow survived despite my great desire not to. Then I suddenly stopped feeling anything, as if the pain at some point got so severe that it was no longer felt on the physical level. However, one person managed to dig through those thick layers of ice and touch my heart. That was my best friend "H" who visited me and told me: Girl, you've been abused and it may not be over yet. She told me about her ex and how he used to fight with her over the silliest things and make her beg him to forgive her and how she admitted mistakes she had never done and how she apologized for things she was never guilty of but that was his way of keeping her captive. She told me how each make-up came with new sacrifices and compromises from her side, whether it was traits and qualities that she had to give up that were actually parts of her personality, habits and rituals she had to stop practicing and people she had to stop seeing or being friends with. She said he was day after day trying to change her; he was taking away pieces of her and replacing them with pieces from the kind of girls he wanted her to be and yet, when it was all done, when the transformation was over and she ended up being a totally different person from who she really was, he said that she was still not good enough and that was her wakeup call and that was the moment the spell was broken and she told him: kiss my ass!. She said that I am lucky if this is really over and she said that he may come back again. This actually thrilled me somehow because although all she said made a lot of sense and touched very deep places of my heart and revealed many of my hidden wounds but part of me still says that he's not like that, he's different and I don't feel ready to let go, I still don't feel like I can move on, but I still have to, I can't hang on to that small hope of his return and I am trying really hard not to imagine him calling or texting and telling me all those sweet words of how regretful he is and how much he misses me and wants us back, but I keep falling into that fantasy whenever I daydream. I'm afraid once that happens I'm going to take him back. My mind made a decision not to do so and it prepared all the right words to say but my heart aches at the mere thought of that, so I really don't know what to do. Right now I'm trying to keep myself busy with studying all the time and I'm spending a lot of time with my family and friends who try to entertain me. I never think of telling my parents because that will make me lose their trust and I didn't tell them in the first place because he isn't the kind of guys they would ever approve on, especially that to them I'm still too young. So I'm letting myself heal silently and I try to glue my broken pieces together and I think I've started to love life a bit again, but I still can't find the peace of mind I want because my heart still calls out his name and this question keeps replaying itself inside my head: will he be back again?!

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

The Diaries of an Abused Girlfriend-Part Three



Today was the worst day in my life; it was the day I died from inside. I hardly slept last night thinking of what is his reaction towards the text message I sent him and wondering if he even read it and why he didn't still reply. I literally put my heart and soul in it. I wrote it in the most emotional and passionate possible way. I listed all my potential mistakes as well as all my flaws that I know of then I apologized for them and explained myself in detail. It was hard to fit in all that in an SMS, so it turned into an MMS at the end. Still, he didn't reply to me. I hardly slept because I checked my phone every five minutes and stared at it while I was lying down waiting for the phone to light up the room announcing the arrival of that long sought message but it never did. I had a head-splitting headache all today and my eyes were swollen. I don't even need to mention that I haven't studied a word during the past few days. I reached the edge of reason today and seriously thought of committing suicide, I mean, that was the only possible way to get a reaction from him. I imagined the moment he receives the news, how sad he will be and how guilty he will feel to know that I died because he never gave me a chance and how many regrets he will have when he thinks of his harsh last words to me. Honestly, all that sounded so sweet. The problem is, I can't really do that because of my family, especially mom who loves me that much and who sees a very bright future for me. My greatest pain is also that I can't share this with my girl friends because then they will start judging me and they will make me listen to that "He's not worth it…" lecture, so I told no one and I feel so lonely and helpless. Anyways, at 5.00 p.m. his reply finally came and seeing how short the text was made me fall apart because short messages can't be good. After two days he said "You don't know anything…You don't understand anything…You're a hopeless case...Just give it up" at this point I just fell apart. I had no more to say, no more to give, I was done and all I was thinking of and I still think of is one thing: I don't wanna live anymore. At my despair I wrote him "O.K. as you like it…I give up...I don't know what my fault is and I am a hopeless case...So, we ARE over." I pressed send and my hands were shaking, when I read the report saying "delivered" I couldn't believe what I just did, I wanted to cancel that, to take it back because I just couldn't bear that we were over, I just can't live without him. I really can't! But a stupid little voice in my head said "maybe this will make him change his mind" so in two minutes, I received a reply, a painfully short reply saying "Yes, we are." I felt like I couldn't breathe, after holding this love for three years and bouncing back and forth between "are we friends or are we more than that" this wasn't how I imagined the end of our love. I imagined us being old and being grandparents, not like this through a cold senseless emotionless thing like my cell phone. It is so unfair. This can't be it!! Is it really over!? I still wonder and I just can't do anything. I'm paralyzed and numbed. I'm stuck in that moment. The moment of receiving that text and I can't move on because I still don't get it! What happened for heaven's sake?! I just don't get it! Please God. I don't wanna wake up tomorrow morning and receive the new day. Tonight, I'll fall asleep with one prayer on my lips: Please God! Kill me. 

Sunday, March 11, 2012

The Diaries of an Abused Girlfriend-Part Two



A new day and he's still not replying to my texts. It's just like a real nightmare that never seems to end. I sent him about 30 texts during the 24 hours that passed and they were all delivered. I'm afraid he never reads them and he deletes them even before he opens them. God! How tired and stressed out I am! I barely slept last night and I hardly ate anything. Mom is all worried about me and she thinks that the stress is from the studying because this is what I've been telling her about why I lose my appetite so often, I say school stress is the one to blame. Yeah right! I wish I had to redo my senior year three times and never had to go through this. I keep thinking of what wrong could I have done to deserve to be expelled out of his life just like this without any warnings. I wonder did I say something wrong in our last date or conversation, but I don't remember anything at all! On the contrary, everything went perfectly and we were so close lately! Why! Why can't I rest for one week God without all this pain and anxiety? I'm getting so sick of this, now if I only knew what is the problem, I could have explained myself to him and got things back to normal or at least if it turned out to be irreparable, I could have decided to move on, although this seems impossible when he clearly stated that the problem is me "You know.." this is an obvious accusation but of what!? I'm thinking, perhaps lately when I was so excitingly talking about college and my dreams, he felt intimidated and thought that I'm thinking of leaving him or that my plans don't include him, but I swear I have always made sure he understands that he's in all my plans and I can never let him go, does saying "I can't imagine life without you" mean anything to guys nowadays!? but maybe he felt like I insulted him by talking so proudly about college while he never went there, maybe I said something that had a bad indication and referred to this point, I don't know, but since he's not giving me any damn clue then I've got to think of all the bad things that I have possibly said or done and then send him a long text of all my flaws and possible mistakes, explain them one by one and apologize for each one of them, maybe this is going to work. I don't know, I have to sit and think  of how I write that text thoroughly and pick my words very wisely, I don't want to say something that's only going to make things worse. Please God, let this work because I'm so devastated and I continuously think of how sweet it would be for me to cease to be, to vanish, to disappear as if I never existed. Yes, between you and me, I really think of death and I kind of long for it!! Please God please help me...Please!

Saturday, March 10, 2012

The Diaries of an Abused Girlfriend-Part One


Although in our "civilized" societies, our "civilized" men no longer beat us up, treat us like slaves and lock us up home, still, on the emotional level, something not much better is going on and our "civilized" men prove to be wolves forced to live like chiwawa puppies! Yes, another sort of abuse is going on and that is called emotional abuse. Here are my diaries that tell my story with this kind of abuse:


Today I was all happy and relaxed, finally we were doing great, no more fights and totally crazy about each other because in the past few weeks, all I felt was a constant churning feeling in my stomach thinking how he feels now? how he thinks about me and us? Is he already moving on? Are we even together anymore? You see, being his girl means being stuck in a never-ending guess game in which each mistake can be deadly and cost you the whole relationship. There always seems to be something to make him upset and pessimist about us, but finally after one month of struggle, things were promising and he was as sweet to me as he had never been until he suddenly stopped replying my texts or my phone calls. After a number of texts asking and begging him to tell me what's wrong he sent one text "it's over…we're done…forget me" I felt like I was punched on my stomach, the churning feeling was already back and although I've been fighting with my weight all my life but this pain managed to keep me away from food and during the six months we were officially dating, without any diets and exercises, I lost so much weight and turned from 57 kilograms to 51.

OH PLEASE GOD! NOW WHAT! GIVE ME A BREAK!

This is the worst time for this kind of games, my final exams had just have started and it is my senior year in high school, I need good grades for college, but he doesn't seem to give a damn about all that. After so much begging and sending thousands of texts asking him why he would say such a thing, (no, I didn't dare to call him because he was then going to switch off his phone) he finally replied "You know why…" don't you just hate this answer!?"You know why?" no I don't know! I'm not a psychic! But I guess this is how they make sure you suffer more and more because you start to feel guilty and recall everything you have said or done lately, then you start to get paranoiac about your own words and actions and start making yourself guilty and accuse yourself of and admit a mistake you haven't done in the very first place! And this is what his text caused me and here I'm still trying to figure out what I did. I send but he never answers, and I can't eat or sleep trying to find evidences and clues that lead me to the reason why he said so and meanwhile I suddenly cry when I think: is it really over!? Just like this? But I did nothing wrong! How he simply asks me to forget him, it's not a button I choose to push, not after these happy days that made me love him more…Please God, if he doesn't show me any mercy you do…Please...HELP!

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Normal




Last summer I was given a chance to work as an interpreter for three days with an American organization concerned with women issues in the Muslim world. During those three days, two of which were in Suly and the third was in Kelar-Germian, we visited the women shelters in Suly and both in Suly and Kelar, we met women who all were facing social problems and real tragedies stemming basically from the fact that they were simply women in a world that hardly recognizes the basic rights of these species that many times are treated not as a part of the human species. The experience as whole was very eye-opening and to some extent, it gave me a clear idea about women sufferings in my country Kurdistan of Iraq and it introduced me to both the sick mentality that leads to the discrimination and suffering of those women and also the victims' mentality itself that in most of the cases played a big role in the course of the events, and this mentality is essentially a mentality that is shaped by a society in which girls are raised to absorb and accept the concept that women are below men in everything and a woman's job in her relationship to the other sex whether it be her father, brother or husband is to submit to him and accept everything he says and does with an open heart and mind because after all she is never the one who should question his judgment, therefore, the best thing for her to keep her safe and out of trouble is to follow his orders and do exactly what pleases him. Although not all of the cases were from backgrounds that clearly stated these rules and emphasized on them, but these rules were still secretly running the wheel of these women's fate because the majority of the society, despite our denial of it, is still unconsciously holding these rules in the mind and works acts by them when the right time comes.

All the cases I have seen during those three days confirmed one single fact which is that women need to receive education and find jobs because this seems to be the only way to stop their being abused by the dominant male because as statistics have shown it, a woman who can financially depend on herself is not only respected more by the male family members but she's also less likely to tolerate violence and abuse and she can stand up better for her rights and put an end to her miseries. Actually their being financially dependent on their families or husbands is exactly what made the women we met absolutely helpless and locked up in a shelter that desperately tries to reconcile between them and their families which in most of the cases makes the woman end up again in the shelter after a few months. Therefore, what I have seen and what the American interviewers also reassured is that unless women are not educated enough about their rights and unless they are not empowered enough to get out of the home and have a job that earns them money, no woman will be able to escape her fate of abuse and slavery.

During these days I have seen many cases but one of the cases told me something that summarizes the whole tragedy of women not only in my country but worldwide. In Kelar, we were interviewing some woman who had left her home sometime ago and on that specific day she had been reconciled with her husband and agreed to go home. When the interviewer asked her why she left the house this was her story: her husband goes to fishing everyday and comes home late and she complained about this on a few occasions, which is something very normal provided that the poor wife would be left home alone with their kids, but apparently, she had been crossing some real red line here and as a result, the last time she complained about this, she received a big punch on the face from her husband that gave her a black eye. Later she recalled how she tried to hide this black-eye from her parents who happened to be their neighbor and their home was opposite to theirs. She said she locked herself home so that they wouldn't get to see the black-eye, but they eventually did and unlike the other stories, this father was a good one who took her to their home immediately and said that she shouldn't live with that abusive man anymore. However, the man wanted his wife back and she wanted that too, and when we asked her why, she said because she was helpless and she didn't want the kids to be left to the mercy of some stepmother when her husband remarries. Finally, the problem reached the Department of Women Against Violence-Kalar Office, where after many discussions the two were reconciled and the husband signed on an official paper that stated that he was not to beat his wife again. We asked her if she really believed that she was never going to be beaten again by her husband but she said she didn't know and we asked if she was going to report him if he did and she said she wasn't because she didn't want more troubles, and then I heard that shocking statement in which the whole dilemma was summarized: the interviewer asked me to ask her if this was the first time she was beaten by her husband and she naively answered: no, but the other times were normal beatings. I was numbed at this and I didn't know how exactly to translate that! And to whom? To a sweet young American girl! I mean I have studied the English language for four years at college but I never came across the word normal or ordinary collocating with the word beating, and I'm sure they never will as long as they refer to beating human beings. I mean how beating can ever be normal? Anyhow, I translated what she said and I don't even need to mention how surprised the interviewer was. She asked me to ask her to explain what she exactly meant by that, and when I asked the poor woman that question, she with her limited communication and conversation skills explained that she meant a slap or a light punch, i.e., she meant this was the first time for the beating to leave a bruise, which is another disaster that still in the societies where women are abused, beating is not a serious thing as long as it doesn't leave a bruise, as if the psychic and emotional impact it leaves on a woman's psychology, on her spirit, her sense of dignity and self-esteem is nothing, so girls are taught to consider such beatings normal as long as they don't leave a physical mark.

The interview was over but the story will never end there, the woman was left to go home and continue her life where she gets "normally" beaten over and over and she keeps calling that normal and so her daughter will also call it normal and allow it when it happens to her, her sons will also call it normal and use it with their wives who are also told by their own families that it is normal and thus this vicious circle continues and it's never broken until a woman is empowered enough to complete her education, find a job and choose a husband who is going to respect her, and even if he doesn't, since she is not going to be too dependent on him, she may be a hero and ignore all the society's gossip and divorce him to live a dignifying life and raise her children in a better environment.

To sum all this, our tragedy is a result of how fragile and weak our girls are raised to be, how much we don't teach them anything about their rights as individuals, as human beings, how much we ignore boosting their self-confidence and self-esteem to a degree that they are left numb and they don't even realize that something is seriously wrong when a man is abusing them, to the degree that they tolerate abuse and think it their unavoidable fate, think that as women they are naturally condemned to be abused and disrespected by the men their life as if this is how nature works. Our catastrophe is that our educational system tells us more about math, history and physics than it does about human rights and the human values and the rights and wrongs. This woman dropped out of school because she didn't like it, she found it too difficult, of course! Because no one told her how necessary and important it is for a person to receive education and find a job, no one guided her to discover her inner talents and powers, the social system that tells her be an obedient wife and tolerate abuse was much more stronger than our fragile educational system, than our frowned moody teachers who don't look at teaching as a mission but rather as a job they get paid for. We, our social system, our educational system, all of us, everyday create a woman like her, create a family like hers and unless our old ways are changed, this vicious circle is never broken and we will always live in a world in which beating is called normal.

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

And You Still Don't Care?!

March 8 is the International Women Day and I have seen some reactions towards this occasion from people who are supposed to be educated that are simply scandalous! a great part of this is due to people's ignorance of the brutalities, discrimination and abuse women go through worldwide and they don't know how women's cause is no longer something that concerns women alone, no actually it's now the problem of humanity, this if people can admit that they really do feel and believe that women are part of humanity as well.

One of the reactions that I've seen made by people, unfortunately  sometimes by women themselves is this ‎"So what! It's Women International Day! Why should I care?..." well, before you say more I'd like to quote some lines from Nicholas Kristof and Sheryl WuDUNN's book Half the Sky (which obviously is the book that inspired the name of this blog) that may change your mind. but before that let me admit that even I, despite my being a book worm and having much knowledge about different issues, I still wasn't really aware of the current condition of women in the world right now in the 21st century until I read this remarkable book that was definitely so eye-opening and It made me a keen supporter of this cause and it made me see that this is something that no longer concerns women alone but it concerns the whole humanity. I highly recommend that you read that book because once you do, your whole viewpoint about this issue is going to change. Here are some quotes from the book:



"The global statistics on the abuse of girls are numbing. It appears that more girls have been killed in the last fifty years, precisely because they were girls, than men were killed in all the battles of the twentieth century. More girls are killed in this routine “gendercide” in any one decade than people were slaughtered in all the genocides of the twentieth century"

"Every year, at least another 2 million girls worldwide disappear because of gender discrimination."

"Far more women and girls are shipped into brothels each year in the early twenty first century than African slaves were shipped into slave plantations each year in the eighteenth or nineteenth centuries"

"About one third of all women worldwide face beatings in the home. Women aged fifteen through forty-four are more likely to be maimed or die from male violence than from cancer, malaria, traffic accidents, and war combined."

"The United Nations Population Fund has estimated that there are 5,000 honor killings a year, almost all in the Muslim world (Pakistan's government uncovered 1,261 honor killings in 2003 alone)"

Now, after you read all this, can you really say that you don't care, with my due respect but if you are human, you will.