Fatima.Mernessi_The-Forgotten-Queens-of-Islam-EN
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188 Conclusion<br />
in place so that the soles can be beaten), my grandmother, who<br />
always tried to teach me how to be happy, asked me, 'But, little<br />
one, what exactly did you do?' I held back my tears <strong>of</strong> humiliation<br />
and started to formulate my answer: 'I wanted to say to the faqiha<br />
[teacher] . . .' And my grandmother, who had 50 years <strong>of</strong> the harem<br />
behind her, interrupted me before I could even finish my first<br />
sentence: 'Child, don't bother to go further. You committed a very<br />
grave fault. You wanted, you, to say something to yOUT faqiha. You<br />
don't say something at your age, especially to someone older. You<br />
keep silent. You say nothing. And you will see, you won't get any<br />
more beatings.' My grandmother died when I was 13 years old, on<br />
a beautiful summer afternoon. I grew up, developed broad shoulders,<br />
left the Koranic school, and went out into the world with a<br />
sure step in search <strong>of</strong> dignity. But my progress has always been<br />
interrupted by the dismayed advice <strong>of</strong> those who love me and wish<br />
me happiness. <strong>The</strong>y always say the same thing: you must keep quiet<br />
if you don't want to be beaten.<br />
In a medina democracy, individuals focus all their efforts on one<br />
basic body organ - the tongue. And its acrobatics make them forget<br />
the essential - the brain and the act <strong>of</strong> thinking. While Westerners<br />
concentrate on thinking, we, the inhabitants <strong>of</strong> the medina democracy,<br />
invest our efforts in the art <strong>of</strong> talking. But to express what?<br />
Most <strong>of</strong> the time we do not even know. That is why our meetings<br />
go on until midnight and our conferences are interminable. This<br />
also explains the flood <strong>of</strong> words <strong>of</strong> our planners, politicians, technicians,<br />
and intellectuals, whatever their political colour. A flood<br />
<strong>of</strong> words which, when subjected to a rigorous analysis <strong>of</strong> content,<br />
turn out to be just talk without any new ideas - or very few - at<br />
the level <strong>of</strong> real thinking. Perhaps this is because the ability <strong>of</strong><br />
human beings to develop their minds depends on the degree <strong>of</strong><br />
responsibility they take for what happens on their earth. If the earth<br />
belongs to someone else, the need to think becomes superfluous.<br />
A citizen and a believer do not behave the same way in space,<br />
for the good and simple reason that Heaven and earth are governed<br />
by different laws but exist together in a cosmic scheme. In the<br />
caliphal scene one is in the midst <strong>of</strong> the immense vastness and<br />
omnipresence <strong>of</strong> Heaven, which crushes earth with its divine power<br />
and sacred sovereignty; here earth, as populated as it is, has little<br />
importance. It is minuscule compared to the overwhelming majesty<br />
<strong>of</strong> Heaven. Above all it is degraded in comparison to the luminous<br />
spirituality that sets Heaven aflame. <strong>The</strong> earth <strong>of</strong> the believers is<br />
low, physical, and heavy with sensuality. Degraded and degrading