By Nafiseh Azad
Change for Equality
(Translated by Sussan Tahmasebi)
I enter the Metro station. Like always, I am
confused by the many entrances. When I finally find my way, I have to run to
make it on to the train. I am so tired, that I am unable to stand. I join a
group of other women and we sit on the floor of the women only car*.

The young woman sitting next to me
has a plain face, with dark eyes and narrow eyebrows. She is wearing light
makeup, which is hardly noticeable. Judging from the way she is dressed, it
seems that she is returning from work or university. Our glances meet and we
both smile. She places her head on her knees, but after a moment she lifts her
head. I ask if she is tired. She smiles and asks: "is it that obvious from the
way I look?" We both laugh.
"So you don't feel like a serious
discussion?" I ask.
"Why?" She asks as she readjusts her
pose. Her face looks completely surprised. With some difficulty, I reach across
all the legs surrounding us on the Metro and hand her a
booklet on the Campaign explaining the laws and a petition form and ask her
to read it.
"If you agree with the statement of
the petition, then sign it," I explain. Other passengers surrounding us, whether
sitting or standing, stare at us with interest. I am too nervous to give them
all petition forms. The woman returns the petition form to me. "You don't want
to sign it?" I ask.
She smiles and replies with a "No."
"Do you disagree with changes in the
laws or is it that you just don't want to sign?" I ask.
"I think some of the laws should be
changed and others shouldn't," she explains.
"Which ones, for example," I ask.
The woman mumbles. It is apparent that she wants only to be rid of me and my
questions. She hands the petition to another woman, who is watching us with
interest. I turn my gaze away from the young woman and start a discussion with
the other women on the Metro. One of the women signs and starts a discussion
with the first woman. She wants to encourage her to sign the petition. I hear
them talking. The first woman says, "I am opposed to the changing of laws which
allow for polygamy."
I wish she had not said this. All
the women on the train are now staring at me. Those standing are focused on me
from above and those sitting from below. I turn my head so that I can see the
woman better. All of a sudden it feels as though her appearance has changed. But
she is playing with her cell phone and looking at the women who surround her. A
streak of stubbornness is apparent in her expression. "You mean that you would
be willing to allow your husband to take on a second or even a third wife while
married to you, with the law supporting him in doing so?" I ask.
"What's the problem with that?" She
responds abruptly and forcefully. "I am the second wife to my husband." All the
women surrounding us are now staring at me. There is something in their gaze. It
is as if they are waiting for me to put this woman in her place with a strong
and reproachful response. But the woman does not allow me to respond, she
continues: "I fell in love with my husband. I am still in love with him. If it
weren't for the law, I would not be allowed to be with him. Even if it is for
one day a week, it is legal. This law gives us greater freedom of choice, why
should I oppose it?"
I collect my signatures and leave
the metro. The women only car, filled with serious discussion, departs the
station.
I repeat to myself: Freedom of
choice….Freedom in love….Freedom in love is one sided!!
*While the Metro is not segregated
and allows for women to ride in all cars, one car on all trains is set aside as
a women-only car. Most members of the Campaign focus their signature collections
on the women only car.
... Payvand News - 02/05/08 ...
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