Hello! My name is Abbera. I am a 21-year-old Muslim woman who lives in Iran. This is my mother, Raina. She is 40 years old and wears a hijab just like me! And this is my husband, Naba. He is ten years older than I.
"A few months ago, I was forced into a marriage with Naba by my father and mother. Although I was hesitant at first, I am now happy in this relationship. My husband and I have three children whose names all represent the values of our country. Our firstborn son, Jamal, means “beauty”. And our two daughters: Vardah, meaning “rose” and Haleema, meaning “gentle"."
"Having to wear an in-optional headdress whenever in public takes away my individuality. With the addition of not being allowed to wear makeup or have my nails colored pink or green, diminishes my freedom even more. I am also forced to use a taxi service or walk to get places I need to go."
"I think that women should not be allowed to show skin or hair to men in public which is why I do not allow my wife to wear makeup or drive cars herself without supervision."
"My new job of about six months has been a great success! Naba used to work at the same firm and was generous enough to have gotten me a job to stay occupied during the day, while my children are at school. Few of my friends’ husbands have been given the same opportunities as I have and I feel bad for them."
You can cut me in the lunch line, Abbera!
Your eyes look very bright today, Abbera!
Do you need any help carrying your bags, Abbera?
"Ironically, in 2001 Iran, there are more women in the educational force compared to men and more women are obtaining same level jobs as Muslim men, like me! I hope for my children, specifically Vardah and Haleema, that this female discrimination comes to an end by the time they are young adults themselves."