Yesterday, a group of about 300 women who protested in Kabul against the new law that severely restricts the rights of Shia women in Afghanistan, were pelted by stones by a larger group of counter protesters. Nearly 1000 people, men and women, showed up at the protest to clearly subdue these women and undermine any progress they might have made by their protest. (CBC News)
They were called names, intimidated, and injured. Thank goodness there were no deaths. But I suppose, knowing the mindset of the country in which they live, these women were expecting a reaction to their protest and were even prepared to put their lives on the line. They are indeed courageous beyond anything that I could understand. A protest here, is a gathering that we take for granted as our right. We go there expecting to make a ruckus, have our voices heard…hopefully…and to go home feeling that we’ve done something for a cause. A protest by women in Afghanistan is truly an enormous feat of bravery and determination.
Right now, however, I do feel like I’m shouting in a well and its not a nice feeling. Perhaps they feel this way too – except they have bruises.