It is with great sadness that I started writing this
post.
Last week at work, I was asked to make a list of any VIPs
or guests I thought should come to our three-yearly World Conference. I was
thinking big. I was thinking inspiring. I was thinking of someone who has
broken ground and made progress that no-one has ever made before. I went to
write down the name of the person I find most inspiring in the world, and then,
out of curiosity, even though I know almost everything about her already, I put
her name into wikipedia.
I’m talking about Fawzia Koofi. Don’t know the name? Well,
I suppose there’s no reason for you to, unless, like me, you have an extensive
interest in women’s rights activists or political figures in the Middle East.
Christmas 2012 my dad bought me her autobiography. He said it might help me in
my preparation for my upcoming trip to the UN Commission on the Status of Women
in New York. That book was the first book that I’ve ever read that really
touched my heart.
Fawzia Koofi was the first ever female Second Deputy
Speaker of Parliament in the history of Afghanistan and was, as
far as I was aware, running for the 2014 Afghan Presidency. Imagine that. In a
country dominated by terrorists where girls and women experience some of the
worst oppression in the world… I struggle to imagine what that even looks like.
But for the last year it has filled me with excitement and hope like I cannot
describe.
And that is why I write with great sadness. Because last
week I found out that she is no longer a Presidential candidate.
Let me give you some context.
Fawzia Koofi was the last child of an impoverished, and
already fairly large, family in a rural area of Afghanistan, born before the
Taliban rule began. As a baby girl, she was rejected, and left outside in the
sun to die. The family couldn’t afford another child, least of all a girl who
would amount to nothing. Because that’s all girls were considered to be.
Worthless. Unfortunately this is still a regular occurrence in rural parts of
the Middle East and India. But let’s not dwell on that too much now.
After hours and hours and hours of desertion, when this
new born baby girl was close to death, for some miraculous reason, her mother changed her mind. She defied
her husband which would likely incur beatings and physiological abuse, she
defied the criticisms that were sure to come from her neighbours and community
and she defied what she had been taught to believe about herself, her other
daughters and anyone who is ‘unlucky’ enough to be born a girl. She saved her beautiful new baby girl.
This moment has stayed with me above many others in the
book. It proves everything that myself and many others I know and work with
spend our lives proclaiming. If you value your daughter, if you educate her, if
you believe that she will amount to more than society tells you she will – she has
the potential to change the world. She will educate her daughters who will
educate their daughters and suddenly you have a world where whole families are
being lifted out of poverty and, most importantly, you have hope.
Just like her mother, Fawzia Koofi defied odds as she
grew up. The chapters about when the Taliban rule first came into Afghanistan
have opened my eyes in many ways. She affirmed for me the fact that women in
Afghanistan weren’t expected to wear burkas before the Taliban came in. The
Afghan people have suffered more than anyone else in the world from the
Taliban, but especially Afghan women.
Since becoming involved
in politics she has survived very many assassinations on her life…
I think, in my heart, I
knew, and have always known, that Afghanistan is not ‘ready’ for a female
President. If Fawzia was receiving countless, and regular, death threats and
attempts on her life as a Speaker in Parliament, what would her chances be of
surviving as President? She said herself in her book that maybe it would be
best if she didn’t win.
I don’t know. It leaves a
knot in my stomach. Surely we cannot bow down to the obstacles we face? Surely
we should always aim for the very top? When so many girls and women out there
are suffering from violence and discrimination every single day, surely the
bigger our voices, the stronger we are?
But then, maybe hope doesn’t
always look like we think it will.
Fawzia Koofi has inspired
me in ways I can’t even describe. She’s become my role model. She has touched
my life and made me believe I have the ability to change the world. She holds
my hope of change in Afghanistan, and all over the world, in her hands.
So maybe it is better for
her to continue as she is. Maybe she is never meant to be President because
maybe, actually, this would deaden, rather than strengthen, her voice. With the
weight of a whole country on her shoulders, would she still have room to fight
for girls?
Maybe her progress is
meant to be in smaller steps. Maybe it will take longer but maybe when she does
rise up Afghanistan will be ready for her. The men who surround her in her parliament
will have worked alongside her for years and have faith in her voice and
leadership. They won’t feel threatened anymore. They won’t want her dead
anymore. Maybe, for now, or even forever, she will influence the small people,
like the father who sits next to her and sees, in her, a women’s potential for
the first time. Maybe he then goes home and allows his daughter to go to
school. Maybe being president is not the most powerful position she can be in.
Each and every one of us
has the power to change the world, one small step at a time. Sometimes the way
we can do this is not so obvious. Last week I saw a play about protesting and
one of the biggest things I took away from it was that protesting is not the
only way you can stand up for a cause. Maybe having a chat in the pub is more
effective than standing in your town centre collecting signatures.
Real, long-lasting,
sustainable change and progress is a journey. And it can be a long one. But often
it needs to be if it’s going to last.
All we can do is keep
fighting, in our own small ways.
Fawzia Koofi holds my
hope in her hands, but so do so many other brilliant girls and women (and men!)
that I am lucky to know. I see hope all around me.
Wangari Maathai tells a
story of a group of animals watching their jungle burn down. They feel
helpless, they don’t know what to do. They see a tiny hummingbird flying
backwards and forwards dropping one small droplet of water onto the fire at a
time. They tell the hummingbird that its effort is wasted, it will never be
able to carry enough water to put out the fire, it should give up.
The hummingbird turns,
and without stopping for even a moment, it says “I am doing the best I can.”
And now I’m not so sad
anymore. Yes, being the first female president of Afghanistan would have been
an amazing breakthrough, but, for now, it’s not to be. And, more importantly, I
know that no matter who’s elected and no matter what happens in the future…
Fawzia is never giving up. She is, just as so many of us are, doing the best
she can.
"We can all be hummingbirds" |
Helpful resources:
Wangari Maathai telling the hummingbird story much better than I ever will: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-btl654R_pY
The book that touched my heart: 'The Favored Daughter: One Woman's Fight to Lead Afghanistan into the Future' - Fawzia Koofi