Feminism to me is a pain. As those who were not even talk about the preposterous idea of \u200b\u200ba bunch of old maids with the skirts and hair flowers that emerge from applying for consideration under the armpits, access, not a change per se, but the possibility of being an active part of the company.
are born males and females equally, it would be logical to believe that everything belongs to us accordingly. The statistics of rapes and violence in Africa makes me shudder every day. now I think I pay for this: to shiver, producing anger and contempt so as to be channeled into motivation and then lobby profitable programs. Who wants to change things, to wake up one morning and hear that men and women together in Cairo are fighting for the civil rights of everyone: lay people, Christians and Muslims, males and females. Instead I have to relive that day when I thought really disgusting that I would die, that the mass of Egyptians disgusting that I ran after me would have raped and then killed throwing stones and spitting. Instead, I relive the fear of those few minutes in the description of what happened on March 8 during a peaceful demonstration of 200,000 people (not just women) took to the streets to remember that Egypt has done for half of women, and that the new constitution should guarantee their rights and civil liberties.
And enough of this history of Islam, it can not be more real. You may still agree that what the marginal role of women justified by the Koran?
Sometimes I lose myself in the possible cancer cures ignorance. Starting with me, from all the things that simply do not yet know, to finish in the Square, where 300 men touching breasts and vaginas, tearing the hijab and laugh their superior physical strength.
to die a slow and painful death.
The revolution is not their thing, but to overwhelm them avalanche.
