‘‘There never was a good war or a bad peace.’’ – Benjamin Franklin


youthpeace

By: Jasmine Elnadeem

I was warmly invited to participate and lecture at the Second Global forum (Power of Peace), which was organized by UNESCO and held in Bangkok, Thailand. For me peace is the most valuable thing in the life of every living creature. So, I promptly accepted to attend to this forum and enthusiastically made the necessary arrangements to reach Bangkok.

At the forum, I asked the youths present what was their understanding of peace, and the following are the answers I got:

– Peace is a magical word utilized by powerful nations soon after they induce war between other nations.

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The princess kisses a frog, but she turns into a vampire!!!!


Little girl

Once upon a time, and far, far away, there was a young girl.
She lived in an ordinary house, in an ordinary road, with ordinary parents. Really, there was only one reason why you would look twice at her, and that was because she was at that extraordinary moment of beauty when a girl turns into a woman.
She had long hair that floated in the wind and eyes that were dark bottomless pools of courage, curiosity, and wisdom.

Once upon a time there was a girl. A girl who grew to love to work out. Seriously, she got up every morning, pulled on the laid out exercise clothes, and woke her foggy brain with the early morning air. She jogged no matter the weather.

I can feel The Girl inside me. Walking out of the house yesterday……. It was like that old Me, The Girl, reached out and touched me. It was a re-kindling in my inner self. The old feelings of owning exercise, of enjoying that work out time period, it all flooded my self and I breathed deeply the nostalgic thoughts.

She was captivated by words and the way the stories would dance around in her head, begging to be told.

She was a lonely child, and words were her best friends. She wanted to write books, articles and short stories.

But she was scared.
She used to ask herself “Why I Write?”
Because I don’t know why I write. I really don’t. At least, I don’t know why I started. I have no entertaining stories, no particular moments in my childhood that upon reflection are clear signposts that lead the way to being a journalist. I always liked papers and all kind of pens and pencils, but this is not a reason to become a writer.

Where was I going with all this history? I guess trying to get to the sweet spot where I could tell you that I had a dream a few nights ago. I don’t remember the dream but I still remember another dream I had when I was a little girl.
That dream made me feel that I’m not like other girls.

Most little girls dreamt of being a Princess. I read stories. Lots and lots of stories. All about princesses, usually who lived in castles, who were kidnapped by “bad guys” or “yucky animals” or dragons, and put in either a net or a cage until they were rescued by the prince, whom they subsequently married, and lived happily ever after.

the frog

And when I tried to write a story to represent me as a princess whom yearned for love, the princess kissed the frog but instead of him becoming a prince like in the fairy tale, she became a frog!
So I stopped believing that I’m a princess living a fairy tale.

But I also remember that when I was a very little girl I dreamt of being a Vampire.
Not a normal vampire, but a person that turns into a vampire on certain nights…more like a werewolf, but a vampire.

Don’t look so surprised!!

Vampires, for most people, represent powerful and evil creatures, but I was never evil in my life though I used to have a terrible fight going on inside me, which perhaps goes on inside everyone. It’s a fight between two wolves – one is evil and represents arrogance, hate, anger, intolerance, and superiority. The other is good and represents humility, kindness, generosity, and compassion.

Which of the two wolves will eventually win? It depends on us
Definitely, the wolf that I am feeding will win this terrible fight.

Once upon time in far far away country………
No this is another story.

Virgin at a cheap price..


Virign

Once I saw this advertisement I was so confused, should I laugh or cry?
I don’t see it as a cosmetic thing for pleasure, but more as a way to save the oppressed lives of the ‘virgin’ wives that many religions demand, and the ‘honour’ killings that can, and do happen a lot afterwards.

As someone who comes from a country where virginity is valued, the blood is important because there is the concept of the imaginary virgin. That is, there is only one type of virgin: demure, with an intact hymen, and pure. Somehow, she is also a better sexual partner because she is “tighter” than other women.

The obsession is not necessarily with the blood per se but with the whole package, with this weird ideal of a woman. The idea is more twisted. According to some men virgins, for example, are always young and attractive.

In my community a virgin is a prime product. Men will sleep around with many women but when marriage time comes by they desire a virgin. It is almost a status symbol. Virginity is also tied together with other notions. So, for example, a woman who sleeps around a lot must be a slut, or an easy woman. In contrast a virgin excels at these skills. She is not quarrelsome or difficult like the “easy” woman.

This advertisement reminds me about a friend’s story who came to me once crying and told me: liuji
“I am not a virgin. I am kind-hearted, sort of religious, I pray, I don’t lie, but losing my virginity has turned my life upside down. How it happened is a long story but the most important thing now is that this incident has turned my life into a living hell.”
Of course no one knows about it, but she feels so bad and she has been punishing herself for such a shameful thing.
“I know that I am not a good girl and that God is not happy with me or what I have done. This is why I decided to wear the veil. I hate it and I hate how I look and feel while wearing it but I put it on because it protects me from people staring at me or who gossip about me. I feel that everyone knows my deep dark secret and I am hiding my shame behind my veil.” She said

I told her that losing your virginity does not mean that you are a whore, having sex with a man you love makes you human – nothing less and nothing more, and virginity means nothing today or before; if a woman is a virgin it does not mean she has never had sex before and if she is a virgin it does not mean that she will not have an affair after marriage.
Decency, integrity, respect, and modesty are far deeper qualities than a piece of skin.
In spite of all I said, she was not convinced, and kept saying no one will marry me and I will never wear the white dress because I’m not virgin.

Then she asked me

“Have you ever sat dreamily imagining yourself in a fairytale wedding dress, about to marry your very own Prince Charming?”

Millions of girls and women that dream of the perfect marriage have a vision of the perfect white wedding dress in their minds, but I was not one of those millions who dreamt to be a princess in her white dress and her prince will come on his white horse to save her.

Flash back:
15 years ago, I read an article about wedding night in Egypt, and I was shocked, I was about 10 years old, I admit I was even afraid.

I understood from the article that historically, bridal virginity was prized in many cultures. A young woman was expected to maintain her chastity until she was deflowered on her wedding night. In some of these cultures, this led to the ancient custom of showing a bloodstained cloth on the wedding night as “proof”* of the bride’s virginity.

Incredibly, this custom is still practiced in some Egyptian villages to this day. Relatives of the bride and the groom actually sit outside the newlywed couple’s room on the wedding night waiting for the bloody bed sheet to be exhibited.

While the practice of parading ‘proof’ of bridal virginity has almost disappeared in the educated families, it is still widely believed that a woman should be a virgin on her wedding night.

The honor of a man is not related in any way to his own behavior, it is related primarily to the behavior of his wife, his daughter or his sister. A man who commits all the wrongdoings in the world is considered ‘honorable’ if his wife doesn’t deceive him by having an affair with another man. A man who is known as a wrong-doer is considered ‘honorable’ if his daughter safeguards her virginity. So the honor of a man is not related in any way to his behavior; such as being honest and respectable and always being truthful. This is a skewed understanding of the concept ‘honor’.
Honor killing is one of the forms of killing women because they have sex with men outside marriage. A man who is closely related to this woman who ‘misbehaves’ kills her in order to safeguard the honor of the family.

lock vagina

In the past, people used to say that a female can wear a chastity belt to keep her virginity till she finds the right prince who will open the lock.

We all know the origins of the chastity belt, right?

Chastity belts are surrounded by myths and folklore. The most common of these myths is that they were first used by crusading knights for their wives.

A Crusader goes off to fight, doesn’t trust his wife (or doesn’t trust the villagers left behind alone with his wife) and decides to fit her with a locking belt that will prevent her from having sex until he gets back with the key to unlock the belt.

The premise of the belts are simple: Stick your significant other (female or male) in this belt, fasten the lock, take away the key… and presumably your loved one will stay chaste until you return to unlock it. The practice was condoned by the Catholic Church because infidelity was considered a sin and usually any woman caught cheating was killed anyway. A man caught cheating usually got away with it.

The chastity belt can be also used to make sure that a women practices sexual abstinence before she is married. The chastity belt will ensure that she can’t have sexual relations.

Or, don’t worry about losing your virginity. With this product (artificial virginity hymen), you can restore your virginity again without going into the trouble of plastic surgery “hymenoplasty”.

It is also for those women who like to play the appearance game of being virgin. This is just another added lie to a tapestry of lies.

This product could influence future behavior, and the common assumption could be that all brides will be virgins on their wedding night.

Jasmine Elnadeem