Not Yarn
I went to sleep last night thinking about Dua Khalil, and I woke up this morning thinking about her.
I don’t know what to say.
I read this.
I looked at this.
Finally, I watched this. (At your own risk, OK?)
I don’t pretend to be any sort of expert on the cultures of the Middle East, but I did earn a degree in Cultural History, and I “understand” the anthropological/sociological concepts behind these “honor killings”…But I don’t get it…
Right now I feel kind of blank…I can’t get my head around this…I can’t make it make sense…Her family did this to her…Not, “If you ever see this boy again, I’ll beat the living crap out of you”…Not, “You are grounded for eternity”…Not, “You’re going to ‘Other City X‘ to live with Auntie Gertrude until you come to your senses”…But death.
I remember being 17, and I got in big trouble for all kinds of things…Big trouble when you’re 17 is bad grades, or staying out past your curfew, or even dating a boy your parents don’t like…But so many things get you in big trouble when you’re a teenager, how could a girl possibly differentiate between big trouble and Big Trouble??
I can’t even cry for Dua…I hear people say the world is a beautiful, wonderful place, but often I have a really hard time believing it…
