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SISTER
FILIZ BEYAZ
| She
was born at Uskudar in Istanbul
in 1975. Her father is
originally from Varto Town of
Mus City. She completed
her school education in Haydarpasa
School with success. She
is the only one of seven sisters
and brothers to have embarked
on a university education.
She succeeded in the 1996 university
entrance exams and started at
the Konya Selcutun City’s Theology
section. She was arrested
during the demonstrations against
a Hijaab (Islamic dress) ban
with 33 friends, on 22 May 1998.
Thirty of those arrested were
male, the rest were female.
The following day she was released
but two days alter another warrant
was issued for the arrest of
two men and two women, one of
whom was Filiz.
On
3, July 1998, the court ordered
Filiz to be detained in the
women’s section of Konya E
for 20 days. On 23 July
she was released on bail.
On 29, July at half past midnight,
she and a friend Havva, were
knocked down in a hit and
run accident, known to be
a method of extrajudicial
killing by the Turkish secret
service. They died in
Konya, on the Istanbul Highway.
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YOUR
BELIEFS OR YOUR SCHOOL
| Today,
I did what I had to do. I went
to the laboratory to attend
the lesson. But, they did not
let me enter the lab. Furthermore,
they insulted me.
They
asked me " Is it really hard?
Is it really hard to take
off it? Take off it and then
you may go in!"
Yes,
it is very hard. Are they
the great creator who ordered
me put on this scarf? No,
no , never! If so, how can
they think that they have
the right to tell me to take
off my scarf?
They
say "your beliefs or your
school? "
Do
people have to ask someone
else when they decide to believe
and to live according to their
beliefs?
Nobody
has given me this school as
a gift. I've deserved this
right by hard-working for
days and nights.
They
tell me "take off or give
up". But, I refuse both. I
say "NO". I will neither take
off my scarf nor give up,
to make someone happy.
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PLEASE GIVE VOICE TO OUR DEMANDS
| I
am a sixth class student at
Cerrahpaşa Medical faculty of
İstanbul University. I would
finish it in five months. My
educational life was finished
by the new rector of İstanbul
University Kemal Alemdaroglu
because of our headscarves .We
are muslims and we wear the
headscarves as a necessity of
our beliefs .We can not attend
to our schools although our
laws protect the freedom of
belief. In addition, Turkey
is a member of United Nations
and has signed to obey its rules.
Please give voice to our demands!
If I can not finish the school
in the next seven months, I
will be discharged.
I
feel free with my headscarf.
If I do not behave according
to my beliefs, there will
be no meaning in my life.
I am very sad due to this
problem. I cannot do anything
as a solution.
My
family is very sad for this
condition. My mother is psychologically
ill. I wish all these were
terrible dreams. There is
not any fault except my wearing
the headscarf. I continuously
pray God to get our right
to live in this world.
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ONLY
FIVE MONTHS LEFT
| We
are the final year student at
Cerrahpasa Medical Faculty .
Up
to the change of rector of
university, we were happy
in our faculty. After that,
with the change of rector
of university, all our dreams
on being a good doctor turn
upside down. Because new rector
put new orders about the student's
dressings. According to these
new rules, we cannot attend
to school with head scarf.
But, as a Muslim, according
to our belief we must put
on a head scarf. So new rules
are attack to our religious
freedom. Although a lot of
organisation, politician,
blame the rector of university
and his staff for these new
rules against the religious
freedom, they haven't given
up to practise these nonsense
rules against human rights
We
are waiting the support of
the persons all over the world
for our struggle against the
enemies of religious freedom
and human rights.
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I
AM A STRANGER
| Today,
my school looks at me as a stranger
and tells me that I am a stranger.
However, yesterday, I was the
owner of these lands. Tomorrow?
I do not know what will happen
, tomorrow. Will the corridors
of the hospital that I've walked
for many times claim me, again?
Will the garden that I've sat
for many hours at the guard
nights take me to its bosom?
Our
efforts to save the lives
of patients, taking their
blood pressure.... my friends
that I've competed with to
take an ECG... My heart beats
that I felt when I first made
an I.V injection...Will they
take place in my life, again?
For
five years I have attended
this faculty with the excitement
which I felt the day I first
wore the white clothes...I
have become eager by listening
to the dreams my father had
about me. I have striven to
see the happiness and pride
in my father's eyes and to
take mummy's blessing.
When
I saw the patient losing his
life due to lack of medical
care, I decided to work harder
and prayed more. I prayed
to my Owner Allah not to keep
me away from my way and to
let me be a real doctor that
helps the others.
But,
suddenly, someone said "STOP!
You have no chance to enter
here with these clothes, especially
the funny thing you wear on
your head." And then the doors
were closed to my face roughly.
The police stopped me entering
my school that I had reached
by the first lights of the
day. My friends that I had
shared the same desks for
many years were able to do
nothing. The professor who
had been expressing his gladness
about my success to the classroom
was, now, at the door near
the policeman. He was sorry...
I could see this in his ashamed
eyes. The only thing I could
do was to cry out my innocence.
I
am really sad to see the ugly
face of my elders. But, I
am not hopeless. I know and
I believe that these days
and oppressions will end somehow,
someday. They will become
"memories" from the past.
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COLDER
THAN THE WEATHER OF WINTER
| A
17 year old high school student
studying every day for at least
5 hours to mathematics, science,
literature...no time for leisure
because the big day is very
close-this university exam.
Preferences
are done -your ideal is being
a doctor so only medical faculties
are written-, the big race
-exam- started, nearly in
3 hours time everything in
your life will change, a university
or nothing.
Yes.
You've passed the exam now
you have right to attend the
largest university of Turkey.
I.U. Cerrahpasha Medical Faculty
English Department.
Time
for registration, you registered
for the first class, everything
is O.K. you are studying your
lessons and getting used to
Istanbul. But also you are
sad because you are so far
away from your family and
city.
Now,
you are at the second class,
this year lessons are more
difficult but you pass all
the exams and get really good
marks.
3rd
year, first semester , everything
is going on in the same fashion,
studying and studying. In
the last month of year something
happens and makes you colder
then the weather of winter.
This is the decree of rector
saying " Students with head-scarf
can not enter lessons, practices
and exams."
You
are in a shock state, you
can not understand how a scarf
may hinder education. For
3 years you attended lessons,
practices and exams as the
other students in your class
but from now on you are regarded
as a guilty person.
Then
protests begin, 20,000 students
from all faculties of İ.Ü:
walk from Beyazıt to Cerrahpasha
and Capa Medical Faculties.
These protests have no benefit,
you are not allowed to enter
practices or exams either.
A
scene from examination hall:
At
the door of the examination
hall, everybody in your class
-your classmates- are allowed
into the class, but you are
not allowed even though you
have no difference from them
in knowledge or skills, except
your attire, you are guilty
because you have a scarf.
These
written things are not a tale
or a story, they are all lived
things in the Medical Faculty
of Istanbul University.
Note:
Images and several accounts
are taken from the Respect
For Beliefs web site.
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Hijab
(Veil) and Muslim Women
"My
body is my own business."
Ms.Naheed Mustafa
MULTICULTURAL
VOICES
A
Canadian-born Muslim woman has taken to
wearing the traditional hijab scarf. It
tends to make people see her as either
a terrorist or a symbol of oppressed womanhood,
but she finds the experience liberating.
I
often wonder whether people see me as a
radical, fundamentalist Muslim terrorist
packing an AK-47 assault rifle inside my
jean jacket. Or may be they see me as the
poster girl for oppressed womanhood everywhere.
I'm not sure which it is.
I
get the whole gamut of strange looks,
stares, and covert glances. You see, I
wear the hijab, a scarf that covers my
head, neck, and throat. I do this because
I am a Muslim woman who believes her body
is her own private concern.
Young
Muslim women are reclaiming the hijab,
reinterpreting it in light of its original
purpose -- to give back to women ultimate
control of their own bodies.
The
Qur'an teaches us that men and women are
equal, that individuals should not be
judged according to gender, beauty, wealth,
or privilege. The only thing that makes
one person better than another is her
or his character.
Nonetheless,
people have a difficult time relating
to me. After all, I'm young, Canadian
born and raised, university-educated --
why would I do this to myself, they ask.
Strangers
speak to me in loud, slow English and
often appear to be playing charades. They
politely inquire how I like living in
Canada and whether or not the cold bothers
me. If I'm in the right mood, it can be
very amusing.
But,
why would I, a woman with all the advantages
of a North American upbringing, suddenly,
at 21, want to cover myself so that with
the hijab and the other clothes I choose
to wear, only my face and hands show?
Because
it gives me freedom.
WOMEN
are taught from early childhood that their
worth is proportional to their attractiveness.
We feel compelled to pursue abstract notions
of beauty, half realizing that such a
pursuit is futile.
When
women reject this form of oppression,
they face ridicule and contempt. Whether
it's women who refuse to wear makeup or
to shave their legs, or to expose their
bodies, society, both men and women, have
trouble dealing with them.
In
the Western world, the hijab has come
to symbolize either forced silence or
radical, unconscionable militancy. Actually,
it's neither. It is simply a woman's assertion
that judgment of her physical person is
to play no role whatsoever in social interaction.
Wearing
the hijab has given me freedom from constant
attention to my physical self. Because
my appearance is not subjected to public
scrutiny, my beauty, or perhaps lack of
it, has been removed from the realm of
what can legitimately be discussed.
No
one knows whether my hair looks as if
I just stepped out of a salon, whether
or not I can pinch an inch, or even if
I have unsightly stretch marks. And because
no one knows, no one cares.
Feeling
that one has to meet the impossible male
standards of beauty is tiring and often
humiliating. I should know, I spent my
entire teen-age years trying to do it.
It was a borderline bulimic and spent
a lot of money I didn't have on potions
and lotions in hopes of becoming the next
Cindy Crawford.
The
definition of beauty is ever-changing;
waifish is good, waifish is bad, athletic
is good -- sorry, athletic is bad. Narrow
hips? Great. Narrow hips? Too bad.
Women
are not going to achieve equality with
the right to bear their breasts in public,
as some people would like to have you
believe. That would only make us party
to our own objectification. True equality
will be had only when women don't need
to display themselves to get attention
and won't need to defend their decision
to keep their bodies to themselves.
Naheed
Mustafa graduated from the University of
Toronto in 1992 with an honours degree in
political and history. She is currently
studying journalism at Ryerson Polytechnic
University
NOTE:
This
article appeared in IINN (Islamic Information
& News Network) publications. The
Permission of Reprinting granted by "Islamic
Information & News Network" (Muslims@Asuacad.Bitnet).
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