Atlantica - 01.02.2002, Blaðsíða 19

Atlantica - 01.02.2002, Blaðsíða 19
A T L A N T I C A 17 Her mother named her Waris, which means ‘desert flower’ in Somali. My first impression of her is more of a desert lion. Stunningly beautiful, with the chiselled features of a queen from an ancient era, Dirie’s eyes burn fiercely. She is giving a speech at the University of Iceland for Unifem on the subject of female circumci- sion. Her autobiography, Desert Flower, has been published in over 200 languages in the last three years and Dirie’s life cer- tainly makes for an incredible story. Born into a family of nomads, she led a happy and free childhood looking after goats and her younger siblings. “Life was very simple, very beautiful, surrounded by nature. We just thought about each day at a time, about survival. It was really magical. We would tell time by the length of the shadows. I wouldn’t give up that childhood for anything in the world.” At the age of five, however, she endured the worst ordeal of her life. One morning her mother woke her up so that a travel- ling ‘cutter’ woman could circumcise her with a rusty razor blade. The small child passed out with the unbelievable pain and spent the next few weeks clutching on to life as her body tried to heal. At the age of 12, she was summoned by her father who proudly announced that he had promised her to a 60-year-old man for five camels. “I just knew that that was not supposed to be my life,“ says Dirie. “I had a feeling other things were destined for me.” With the aid of her mother she managed to escape, and after a nine-day trek through the desert, she made it to the capital, Mogadishu. There she met up with one of her maternal aunts who was married to the Somalian ambassador in London, and in a twist of fate Dirie became their maid. After four years spent cleaning on no wages, she decided to stay in London when the ambassador left, and got work at McDonalds. Soon after, she was spotted by a model scout and shot to stardom. NO LOOKING BACK “I have been so lucky to have had the best of both worlds, the west and my own soci- ety,“ explains Dirie when I meet her at the University of Iceland after her speech. “I hope to be able to give my four-year- old son some of that Somalian upbringing even though he is growing up in the US. I don’t particularly want to raise him as an American, but just as a member of a civilised society that thinks about humans first. So much of the world today has no caring, no love; it’s all about what’s mine and what’s yours.“ Dirie is certainly doing her part in making the world a better place. In 1997, she gave up a successful modelling career when she was appoint- ed as the UN ambassador in the fight against female circumcision. Since then she has dedicated her life to flying around the world to speak about her cause, which involves a brutal practice ingrained in the culture of Muslim Africa. “When I was a small child I was talking to some of my girlfriends about a boy I had a crush on. A girl cried out, ‘Don’t even think about it, you haven’t been cir- cumcised. You will be so disgusting in his eyes.’ I ran up to my mammy and I said that I wanted to be circumcised straight away. Of course, I had no idea what it real- ly meant.” Dirie’s strength shows in her face and in her manner of speaking, and I imagine how hard it must be to tell such painful experiences to perfect strangers. “True, I don’t know them personally and I have to talk about difficult things again and again. Yes, it’s hard, but it’s something I have to do, something I chose to do. If I don’t, I wake up in the middle of the night with a burning in my heart.“ Doesn’t she feel any resentment because of what happened to her? “To whom should I feel resentful? My poor mammy who went through the same thing as I? There is no one to blame. All I need to know is that this terrible thing is happening and it needs to stop. We don’t need to know who, or why, or how. This is the present and we have to look forward. We don’t really need to know about the history of this because whatev- er it is, it’s just rubbish and nonsense and without meaning.” I wonder how her mother feels about what she’s doing. “My mother feels like her questions have been answered. I know she had doubts throughout all of her life, from the day it happened to her. But all she did was keep her mouth shut and follow the rules. I think I’m living her dream now. I think she’s very proud. She is an incredible woman. Imagine a woman with only a pinhole opening left in her vagina, giving birth to a baby in the bush. I truly cannot imagine how my mother went through all these births. She would disappear when she was about to give birth and some- times not come back for a week. But sure enough, a baby would be heard crying and she’d be back.” And has Dirie’s father accepted her running away? “Oh yeah. Last time I went to Somalia my father asked me, ‘Hey baby girl, you married now?’ And I said, ‘Don’t even think about it!’” EDUCATION IS THE KEY Dirie explains that the most important thing to do to combat female mutilation is to educate people. “There’s nothing about circumcision in the Koran, but peo- ple don’t know that. They need to know what harm this causes to a woman’s body.” Well it seems that her voice is being heard. Since her book was pub- lished, eight countries have changed their laws for the better. airmail Fighting Spirit ≈ “It was really magical. We would tell time by the length of the shadows. I wouldn’t give up that childhood for anything in the world.” 016-018 ATL601 Waris-rm 14.12.2001 15:29 Page 17
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