The blind horse

A random walk down toward Marina Crescent in Salmiya will place you amidst an array of different types of women, be it asian, american, european, arab or even russian.

As a single male, born and raised in Kuwait, and having lived in several parts of the world, the pyche and mental makeup of a hijabi(veiled) woman really does intrigue me. I mean, here you have women who are by Islamic principle, not allowed to overly bear skin, and are restricted from several other priveleges such as voting and infidelity, among many other things... but yet are expected to carry the burden of emotional trial from family, work and abusive husbands/boyfriends.


To site an example; last week I was out to lunch with a colleague of mine(who embraces her role as a hijabi woman), and was very surprised to find out that she is just like my sisters, female friends, and cousins in her passions, goals, feelings and expectations. The sad bit is that, she like all other hijabi women, find it extremely hard to express these emotions through a channel outside of Islamic boundaries. They will burst out into infectious laughter but then hold it back, look at you but try their level best to make sure it does not come off as flirtatious, and even take deep breaths sometimes cos they dont know how to accept a compliment.

I hope I am not misunderstood as having a special attraction for hijabi women, but I am just very touched by the fact that they all have so many aspirations to write, sing, dance, cry, laugh (most normal things that women do and we accept them for ;)... and cant to jack wad about it.

I am aware that its not only Islamic principle that holds them back, but a range of other reasons.. Anyone wish to shed light?