A picture has
been circulating on social media of Princess Haya bint Al Hussein with her
brother Prince Ali bin Al Hussein. The siblings are the offspring of late King
Hussein of Jordan, and their brother is King Abdullah of Jordan. Princess Haya
is married to the Ruler of Dubai, Sheikh Mohammed bin Rashid Al Maktoum – a prominent political
and business figure.
Owing to marital
disputes, the princess left the United Arab Emirates and sought refuge in the United
Kingdom to initiate divorce procedures. Clearly, she would not have been able
to launch such procedures in the UAE or in any other neighbouring Arab
country, mainly owing to political pressures, bias towards male spouses in most
Arab civil case-law, and lengthy, complicated, flexible, and opaque
procedures. The decision to leave the oil rich Emirati nation was brave,
intelligent, and reflective of a high level of determination, integrity and self-respect.
Nonetheless,
that is what one expects of a princess. After all, she was raised by a King and
a Queen, shared her childhood with fellow princes and princesses, received the best
education, and was empowered through social and political links that have been fostered
throughout the years. Her profile as a descendent of a royal family, an Olympics
champion, wife of a political and business figure, extreme wealth, and a very
active personality that allowed her to
spear national and regional social support programmes speak volumes for the
strong, independent, and powerful woman she is.
This begs the
following question: why did she allow such a picture with her sibling be
circulated in the media? Why did she resort to playing on the sentimental – yet
patriarchal – drive of Jordanians (and the Arab public in general) to win sympathy? Why
does she need sympathy in the first place? Leaning on the shoulder of her
brother for protection might have inspired a tender feeling of brotherly love
and family protection – but it also entrenched an already deep-rooted conviction
of the power and role played by male figures in Arab societies. The man is the
protector…the defender…your shield from life….your strength.
I would understand
the picture had it been the case of a battered, impoverished, and uneducated woman
whose only consolation in life and source of security is the male figure who
will protect her. However, a woman of her calibre, intelligence, resources and
strength does not need that. In spite of the difficult psychological pain she
must be going through, now is the opportunity to show her true colours and
stand tall in proving to men what a true woman’s strength and wisdom are all
about. Now is the time to pose with a strong and powerful smile. Now is the
time to tell all unhappy and mistreated women, that no, it is possible to fight
back -even if that means fighting one of the most powerful men across the globe.
I would have
liked to see a picture of the princess basked in the love of her family - which
we all need- brothers, sisters, aunts and friends included. I would have liked
to see picture that exudes strength and victory and defiance to the tradition of
female subjugation. I would have liked to see a rebellious princess that went
all the way with her plan to show her true valour.
That picture
might have softened hearts and spurred warm sentiments of brotherly and fatherly
protection…but it also killed in one simple pose what many women – herself included
– built throughout the years. Women can be - and are - strong independent individuals. We can make it on our own, and we do not need a male figure to protect us.
A weak side
might win her legal battle, but it would definitely mean that the bigger battle
of changing convictions and leading change was lost with a snap.
Note: I am writing this post on the memory of late father’s
birthday. Today we would have been eating cake and complaining about the heat. A Habjouqa tradition that never dies. I
miss my father, who was a source of strength and still is – a type of strength
that is based on believing in one’s self and one’s principles. Not the weak, dependent strength.
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