It all began at the college. We were made to watch the movie, The Stoning of Soraya M. By the title, I know most of you have already guessed its content. The movie is based on a woman in Iran, who is framed by her husband, and is falsely accused of adultery. The punishment to such a crime is death by stoning.
This movie, even though disturbing, is based on real events. It is adapted from the international bestseller La Femme Lapidée by Freidoune Sahebjam. The author of the book is a French-Iranian Journalist who records the story of the woman as told by her aunt.
The movie has touched and wrenched my heart. So here, I have written a poem on all such women as Soraya.
...THUD! And the stone hits me 'That's gonna leave a bruise' I think, while I look down on those kids Playing, who hit me, accidently CHILDREN! I smile at 'em and go on about my work. I do this, I do that I clean the house, I cook the food I look after the children And fall in love with 'em, again and again But I love all this 'Cause all this comes in the daylight And daylight is so much better than the dark of the night... Darkness eventually falls It could have been beautiful To look at the diamonds in the sky Had my eyes teared not Blurring them down to dark again It's time, HE is about to come And HE does, we've dinner together Like all other family does. As the innocents close their eyes, the Beast opens his; And my body prepares itself, But all in vain... HE hits me, HE robs me, HE takes me, HE takes all that I could give, And much much more... Day shines again And I forget the night, again My Aunt warns me HE doesn't want me But I know that Also, that I can't leave For there would be no one for the girls and me. Night falls again, Day shines thereafter Aunt warns me again HE wants to rid me I know that and that he can't Aunt warns me again But I turn deaf 'It can't get worse than it is' I sneer in myself. Day shined again But this time, the dark followed through Aunt is a nervous ball NOW, it's all justified the warnings The verdict has come and I've grown cold I don't mind death, it is peaceful But I mind the dying, and the stones... ...THUD, the stone didn't hit me HE can't hit me My father who has disowned me, THUD, and it hits me The pain, ohhh... the pain HE hit me, but that is ancient They all hit me, it is dying My sons hit me, it is death... THUD! THUD! THUD! PAIN! PAIN! PAIN! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! Decorating the barren mud, THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD!... THUD! THUD! THUD! NUMB! NUMB! NUMB! It is a relief Finally, I'm leaving HIM and the men My misery and the pain My body and the bruises For the meadow and the flowers...
Soraya isn’t the only one who is a victim of this heinous crime and oppression. There are, disappointingly, millions like her out there and another million dead. There are still stories untold and unheard of. The world needs to stand up together against these laws. Laws that oppresses women, which punishes the innocents (man or woman) and which carries out torturous executions.
I write this, hoping that it will somewhere, somehow make a difference, no matter how small.