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We rise

Today, as I leafed through the pages of FB, it was brought to my attention, 
and I could think of nothing else since then.

The uprising of women in the Arab world 

انتفاضة المرأة في العالم العربي

Women and men speak out, honestly, beautifully and simply.
This could not have come at a better time
As intentions are clarified, the world aligns


 I am with the uprising of women in the Arab world 
because the time has arrivedI am with the uprising of women in the Arab world because a woman's body is her sanctity alone- her womb and her blood are sacredI am with the uprising of women in the Arab world because if we do not rise today, we will be buried alive tomorrow...I am with the uprising of women in the Arab world Men and women, Arabs and non-ArabsI am with the uprising of women in the world because it will pave the way to peaceI am with the uprising of the human beingbecause it will rebalance the imbalanceI am with the uprising of the soul - upon itselfbecause the time is now 
It is here.

+++ Ok here it is, nuances lost in translation, but alas, it's the best one can do without making footnotes .... for words like hurmah: which means sacred but is also used for woman (and implies she is a possession, etymologically related to 'sin') or Qur' which mean menstruation but then came to mean "being purified from menstruation" (implying it is dirty) or...  Naf (soul) which is much more than the soul......



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