SO, he asked, What are you aiming for? Hits? Cos if it's hits you're after you'll have to write about her article. Cos this Ijtima piece, it's not saying anything that wasn't said before. I've been saying it to my father for years.
This is a loosely worded snippet from a conversation I had with a friend when he read the half finished draft of the Ijtima piece (that has since been forever immortalised as a BBM BC).
But I went with that piece because I believed what I was saying. It was sincere. It stemmed in some part from my deep ire at the horribly sexist 'If Ijtima was for Ladies' joke that went around.
So, for the record:
1) The post wasn't about creating controversy
2) It wasn't about getting hits
3) Sajid, it definitely wasn't "a case of making a point and rebelling against the status quo because you feel slighted; a desire to make a triumphant gesture/act of defiance?" (though I do love how you worded that)
4) It definitely wasn't because I wanted attention (since, as friends will attest, I get far more of that than I actually want :p)
It was meant to engage. To make people think. And indeed, judging by the quality of comments from my intelligent friends and acquaintances, it did just that.
So no, I don't regret writing it. And no, I don't take back any of what I said.
Also, for the record, the suggestion that ladies start their own, that was kind of tongue in cheek.
Funny how some of the anonymous commentators noticed that and that alone. Conclusive evidence that when people read your words, seldom do they see what you're trying to convey. Often they see only that which they want to see.
Oh yes, and to the lovely young sister who e-mailed, suggesting I sound insane, I didn't ONCE mention wanting to wash deghs. Reread that piece. Nor did I suggest women be allowed to sleep over (as some anonymous commentators understood). I spoke of a chance to listen to the lectures, first hand. I spoke of being given a CHOICE! As a woman, I'm sick to death of men deciding for me as though I lack the intellectual capacity to decide for myself.
Right. Tantrum done. If you'll excuse me, I'm off to see a pot about a chicken.
Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground ~ Rumi