Agency over Women's Lives
“We can now expect women to go out to work and men stay at home waiting for their wives to return. People can also expect to see mustachioed wives with downtrodden men at their side pushing baby buggies.” – Member of Egyptian Parliament Gamal Zahran
Mr. Zahran’s fear of the type of gender equality that would require a man to push a baby buggy was expressed in response to proposed reforms to Egypt’s Personal Status laws. The 1929 statutes that govern marriage, divorce and domestic obligations between men and women have prevented Egypt from fully aligning itself with international treaties and conventions that set the standard for women’s rights worldwide. Specifically, Egypt ratified the Convention on the Elimination of all forms of Discrimination Against Women (CEDAW) with
reservations to accommodate the prescriptions of the Personal Status Law. These reservations carve out exceptions for Egypt with regard to “equality of men and women in all matters related to marriage and family relations” and allow the country to comply with the convention only provided that “
compliance does not run counter to the Islamic Sharia.”
According to the 1929 law, women can only file for divorce if they can prove physical or psychological abuse, even in cases of polygamy. A 2000 amendment enabled women to “repudiate their marriages as long as they agreed to forego any financial claims.” A different provision of the Personal Status Law reads that a woman must wait 4 years before attempting to dissolve her marriage to a disappearing husband – and is obliged to return to that husband if he ever reappears, regardless of her own marriage status at the time.
The National Democratic Party is about to introduce legislation that would reform the Personal Status Law and allow women more agency over their marriage-related decisions.
According to Zeinab Radwan, an NDP Policies Committee member, criticisms such as Mr. Zahran’s reveal that “men in this country are not used to the idea that women have rights. They are used to the fact of their own power.”
Women’s Narratives (Along Men's) In my time in Egypt, I have encountered women who laugh at the suggestion of having to cover their hair, have spent time with my colleagues who scorn the notion that they should not work and get married as old-fashioned, and have attended a soccer match only to be surrounded by enthusiastic Egyptian girls in tight jeans, jerseys and face paint, chanting along their male counterparts. The same portraits of modernity that typify any urban metropolitan center recur in Cairo as well.
However, I have also experienced Egypt otherwise. On a recent night, a group of my closer friends and I wandered around Al Azhar Park. Green is not a word to accurately convey the beauties of Cairo, so being surrounded by it within view of the Citadel at night was a real treat (of the kind that required a 45-minute ride in bumper-to-bumper traffic, but lungs need to earn that oxygen!) This was the night that one of my best friends remarked that “it was as if couples were unleashed into Cairo.” We crossed the street and saw couples. Sat at a bench in the park and saw Egyptian couples holding hands (ie. A Lonely Planet Guide “don’t” for Westerners). We were surrounded by displays of love in a way that not only nearly induced my gag instinct, but also was rather atypical of Cairo.
After some aimless wandering—typical of any group excursion that necessitates at least three phone calls along the lines of “Exactly what does the tree under which you are standing look like?”—we sat down on a grassy hill overlooking the Citadel and mosques at night. All the girls in the group had long sleeves, long pants and scarves on, rendering them almost completely covered. Twenty minutes in, two uniformed guards stopped by and looked at us. Nadine, the only fluent Arabic speaker and native Egyptian among us, asked them what the problem was and they pulled her aside. They conveyed to her that we had been reported for… “excessive flirting.” They clarified that she, being Egyptian and all, probably understood exactly how she should conduct herself, but that she should make sure the rest of us were also aware of the unspoken rules. They cited the incident of one of the girls having shared a puff of her cigarette with a guy, which none of us remembered happening and remained bemused by the uniqueness of the gesture. I was immediately reminded of the time that a colleague smoking inside an office (smoking in all its forms is perfectly acceptable in Cairo, though trickier for women) was reprimanded for “blowing out her smoke seductively.” Picture no Audrey Hepburn/Holly Golightly cigarette holder and lace gloves; it was the thin exhale of smoke through the mouth that pushed buttons.
Might I admit, ours can be a typically flirtatious group with all our temperaments, the tensions of being abroad and away from the familiar and the collection of everyone’s stories, although I cannot imagine flirtation being a reportable crime (and remain slightly amused at the fact that all our 20something bubbling tension was so visible that it had to be reported.) Yet, on this particular night, we were surprisingly well-behaved, especially given that the whole scene unfolded with an Egyptian couple chasing one another, playing a very flirtatious game of hide-and-seek in the background, as well as other couples shrieking and giggling together on the hill—as individuals can and do in parks. The guards did not expressly prohibit us from doing anything – they did not ask our co-ed group to split up, or to stop smoking, or to dress differently or to leave – and soon departed.
Nadine sweetly informed the group that we were probably singled out because we were foreigners, because they almost expected a certain kind of inappropriate conduct from us. This is similar to the reasons why Western-looking women get picked on in the street, regardless of how respectfully they are dressed. Standing in line for a falafel sandwich or crossing the street after work is almost always reliably coupled by whistling, hissing, making kissing sounds, and feeling like a man is undressing a woman with his eyes. Men sometimes even gesture to signify they want us to approach them or get in their cars or that, bluntly put, they would love to make sweet, sweet love.
Dressing respectfully can minimize this, but can by no means prevent it entirely. I have very little understanding or sympathy for the tourists who wander the streets of Cairo in their white American Eagle booty shorts and then complain that they are attracting the wrong kind of attention. I further virtually demand of myself and others to be respectful of a society’s codes and morals, however divergent they are from my own and however restrictive they may be of my lifestyle. In the same way that I did not come to Cairo to breathe in fresh air and take in the peace and quiet of a countryside, I also did not come here to flaunt my thighs to the world in a mini skirt. I try to remind myself that these are the attitudes, as expressed in the statements of Mr. Zahran or the hissing on the street outside the grocery store or the judgmental looks from fellow women which are almost tougher to handle, that create a need for women’s development work in Cairo and that make my presence here relevant.
However, how does a society achieve a change in prototypes and communal codes when these are so deeply entrenched in religion and gender perceptions held for centuries? The proposed changes to the Personal Status Law are a step, but the vehement opposition to them and the history of reform that lasts only half a decade before a radical wave of re-conservatization sweeps society make me skeptical. How does a society raise its men to not whistle at women who walk past them and not grab the girl at the market? How can women here maintain a sense of individuality, uniqueness, and identity without putting themselves so publicly in the spotlight that they suffer from both the aforementioned repercussions and an irreparable reputational wound?
The writer is always tricking the reader into listening to their dream.
-Joan Didion
Egypt poses a constant sensitivity filter test. Everything I have described refers to an experience or conversation I have had at work or at home and, as a survey of blogs and journal articles will reveal, none of it is unique and all of my encounters and critiques are, in fact, quite trite. Despite the little new informational value of the observations, it is still proving challenging to convey them in a way that does the society justice and does not succumb to standard stereotypes. There is a danger of attributing all the ostensibly backward and stiflingly conservative traits of this society to Islam, failing to see the gradations within Islam and the way in which tradition and attitudes can be shaped outside religion here too (albeit more rarely). There is a further danger of assuming this society is uniformly backward and consistently conservative, entirely missing its trends towards progressive and critical thought or its sprouts of modernity. There is yet another danger of assuming the Western way is the standard when it comes to personal freedoms and any community that falls short of this standard is immediately somewhat more primitive in its functioning.
More personally, there are the dangers of ingratitude for the hospitality and warmth of a country that has become a home. Can one love Cairo and Egypt as much as I do when some of its attitudes and workings provoke such a visceral reaction? In telling the story, how does one do it justice without whining, sweeping pessimism, or demonization?