The demographics of my classes have shifted again with the beginning of the first fall session. Although my summer classes had held a majority of Arabic speakers, they now incorporate a fairly balanced mix of Far-Eastern and Middle-Eastern cultural backgrounds (Korea, China, Saudi Arabia and Libya). Add to this three students from Vietnam, Kazakhstan and Japan. Gotta love cultural diversity.
Nevertheless, while I am striving to learn about international students in general, I continue to focus on Arabic speakers in particular. Much to my chagrin, I have yet to master the Arabic alphabet, and my knowledge of spoken Arabic consists of a only few set phrases. Many of the more gregarious Saudi students I had gotten to know rather well have moved out of my class, and the Arabic speakers who are now in my class are, for the most part, rather serious and they keep to themselves. So, my Arabic studies languish temporarily.
There is a young woman from Libya in my writing class. She wears hijab, an expression of Islamic modesty manifested through wearing a headscarf and certain types of clothing- though her approach is far more westernized than some of the more traditional Islamic styles of clothing for women. She seems demure and quiet, intelligent, but reserved. I learned over the course of the class that this is the first time she has been in a classroom with students of both genders. As I have learned from her first essay, she attended a high school only for girls in Libya, and since men were not allowed, the students did not have to wear hijab. She has also on occasion expressed her embarrassment at being in a room with male students. Today, while I was working with her on her essay in the computer lab, she shared another surprising personal detail: “When I was younger,” she had written in her essay, “my mother made me stand beside her in the kitchen and learn how to cook. She would say to me, ‘You need to learn how to cook and clean so that you can be a good wife for your husband and a mother for your children.’ But I did not pay attention to her, because I did not want to learn something just for a man. If I want to learn something, I want to learn it for myself. Anyways, I hate men.”
This took me off guard, and I laughed out loud in surprise. She giggled, and confirmed that she had indeed intended to write that last sentence. I found this hard to believe, and wondered if she truly felt a kind of hatred in her heart for men generally, if it was a kind of reaction against the cultural norms she lived within, or if she had had a particularly bad experience which had scarred her. At any rate, her abrupt postscript remained with me, and my thoughts returned to it later in the day. I wondered how she had come to feel that way, and what other kinds of rebellious thoughts whirled about under her unassuming headscarf.
I have recently finished a book about a British Muslim woman, and admittedly, I had often thought of my student as I read the book- what she might think of it and how she might interpret the author’s take on Islamic life and practice. Love in a Headscarf: A Muslim Woman’s Search for the One, by Shelina Zahra Janmohamed, is a semi-autobiographical story about a young Muslim woman in London who goes through the traditional steps of finding a husband. Initially, she is primarily guided and assisted by family members who help with background checks, meetings, interviews and housecalls. Later, as the process becomes more difficult and the right man seems harder to find, she begins to try alternate, more modern avenues, such as online personal ads for Muslims who are serious about finding a future spouse. It’s a very funny and enjoyable book, and yes, she finally meets the perfect One- after several years of searching!
I had thought about including an excerpt from the book as a possible reading for my class, especially since we read primarily cross-cultural texts having to do with people from different backgrounds and ethnicities. However, I decided against it because I didn’t want to be interpreted as a typical Western feminist with an agenda for “liberating” women in more traditional cultures. The author, who grew up and was educated in Britain, holds a perspective on the roles of Muslim men and women that would most likely be seen as liberal by my students– though she considers herself to be a veritable champion of a view of gender roles based on a faithful interpretation of the Qu’ran. She sees many of the problems in Muslim life between men and women as rooted in a cultural manifestation of ideas which claim to be inherently Islamic, but, as she argues, are not. Rather, she strives to value the equal status of men and women, based primarily on the Qu’ranic concept of the two genders being created from one soul.
Janmohamed has written a captivating and winsome novel and shared a great deal of her own personal experience with her readers, which I appreciate. I see some parallels between some of the more conservative branches of Christian denominations and her own story, especially as it relates to the question of gender, modesty, personal expression and how people understand their faith in light of these concerns. Being familiar as I am with various nuances of American Protestant religious life, I wonder how she measures up in the Islamic world at large. How are her arguments seen and interpreted by those who have a more sophisticated understanding of the subtleties of Islamic teaching and practice? Is she seen by them as a pretentious liberal, or as someone with sensitivity and something to offer? Perhaps a little of both, or as a having a balanced perspective? I suppose that depends on one’s own background and convictions.
I had thought to share a few excerpts with my student in order to see what she thought of this woman’s views. However, I don’t want to take advantage of my position and influence, and would rather approach her about it when she is no longer a student in my class, so as to remove any possible pressure she might feel. I have had mixed feelings about suggesting this book to her, especially after today’s revelation, but also because I am uncertain of how my suggesting it might be interpreted. I am curious to know what another young Muslim woman thinks of this perspective. It is not my intention to advocate the ideas of the author, but rather to investigate them. I’ll give it some more thought and some more time before I make up my mind.