The Black Burqa part four

by Diana the Valkyrie

She is wedded to convictions -- in default of grosser ties;

Her contentions are her children, Heaven help him who denies! --

He will meet no suave discussion, but the instant, white-hot, wild,

Wakened female of the species warring as for spouse and child.



We were starting to see black burqas everywhere; it had become
the fashion to dress like that. After all, it was conforming to the
Quran command to dress modestly while at the same time it struck fear
into any men who were still beating their wives or children, or were
trying to marry off their daughters while they were still children.

I think that most of them weren't actual Black Burqas, they were
just dressing that way. But there was no way to tell the difference,
and that was increasingly becoming a concern for the bearded old men
who tried to rule us. So they passed a law, forbidding the wearing
of black burqas; this was totally ignored, because there's nothing
in the Quran to support this.

Their next move was to enact a law that said that any woman wearing
a burqa, had to display a picture of her face, pinned to the front
of her clothing. But that violated one of the hadith, the one about
pictures of people, Bukhari 3:428 (and several others). So the law
was anti-Sharia, and we were fully justified in ignoring it.

Then they tried identity cards - but without any picture. Very soon
a flourishing trade developed in fake ID cards.

And at that point, some criminals realised that if they dressed
in a burqa, they could expect more success in the crimes, because
they couldn't be identified, and to get away, all they had to do
was stroll in a crowd of other burqa-wearers.

And that, I think, was why the government started a campaign against
the burqa. Via the government-controlled newspapers, the radio
and especially the TV, the message was hammered home "Burqas bad,
niqab nice". I took no notice on the "sticks and stones" principle,
but Sfiyah thought otherwise, and she called a meeting.

By then, there were several "official" members of the Black
Burqas. What we all had in common, was several years of brutal
beatings by our husbands, and because of the rule that "What doesn't
kill me, makes me stronger", there were many, many kilograms of
hard muscle in the room.

We started off as usual; because we were all female, we could take
off our heavy burqas and show off our impressive musculatures. And
some of the newer recruits were truly remarkable. I remember one in
particular, Naamah, with monumental thighs and awe-inspiring biceps;
she had been beaten for twenty two years before the incident with
her husband and one of her children that led to her epiphany and
the exposure to her husband that he was no longer the ruler of
the family. So, after some extraordinary displays and quite a bit
of boasting, I called the meeting to order, and gave the floor
to Sfiyah.

Sfiyah said, "We can't ignore this assault by the government on
our free choice to wear the most modest clothing of all, the Black
Burqa. If we allow this to stand, then our unity will be replaced by
division, and men will feel free to resume their regime of beatings
of us and our children."

Everyone was nodding. "We have to nip this campaign against us
in the bud.  We have to normalise women's choice of clothing,
obviously within the words of the Noble Quran. Burqas benign,
niqabs nasty. It must be every woman's right to hide her face from
the gaze of unrelated men."

More nodding. "So what can we actually do," I asked, "go into a
newspaper's offices and give them all a teaching moment?"

"No," said Sfiyah. "We should go straight to the top. The Ministry of
Truth, and in particular, the Minister who runs it, Said Malvina. I
googled his home address. We need to time this for when he's at
home, and we need a team of five Black Burqas, three to deal with
is six bodyguards, one to keep his servants quiet, and one to teach
him that the words of the Quran are to be respected." She looked
at me. "Ayesha, you should choose the team of five, and lead the
Ministerial enlightenment."

Wow, thanks. I'm a doer, not a thinker. So I chose Sfiyah to do
the planning, Asma because I knew her well, and Naamah because
of her massive muscles.  I though Naamah would be able to handle
more than her share of bodyguards.  One kick from Naamah would
put any man out of action, perhaps permanently.  The fifth team
member would be Kaamil who had endured fifteen years of beatings,
and as a result was nearly as massive as Naamah. Those bodyguards
wouldn't stand a chance.




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