Playing By Someone Else's Rules

Hijo del divorcio by Oscar Chavez
Hijo del divorcio by Oscar Chavez

A friend is going through a divorce, a legal process that is difficult itself, because you are separating from the one who you thought  you would love forever. This friend is overseas, far from loved ones, and this condition, you may say, is the expat gamble, the downside to the Friday bubbly brunches. Since they live overseas, the custody issues related to the divorce are to be decided overseas.

She has moved on from the relationship, created her own life, a circle of friends, busy with hobbies and not ghosts of the past. She is an excellent mother: doting on her five year old day and night, whether making breakfast or arranging for him to see friends (like us) that live in other parts of the city.

Yet mothering ability came into question last week in court. As common in Islamic practice, children of divorced parents stay with their mothers until they are 18. Unless, of course, the mother is deemed unfit. Or marries again.  Moving on with your life as a woman living in patriarchy can be done – but at the cost of raising your child.

In the courts here, she has to call two female witnesses, for every male he uses to bring to question her character, her choices in her private life, all details that have no bearing in the day to day of her role as a mother back in their home country, but here are fair game.

Divorce and custody battles are never easy. They are made much worse when both parties don’t play fair. Particularly if one side presses a bias embedded in the legal system.

 

How to Talk About Sexual Assault #letstalkaboutit

Screen Shot 2015-07-15 at 1.49.45 PMWinnie and I became friends as part of the Doha Writers’ Workshop. She moved away a few years ago to pursue her interest in creative writing and has not been idle.

One of the many things she’s been up to is establishing the Clear Lines Festival, four days of events to help us talk about the taboo subjects surrounding sexual assault.

Check out this video and join the conversation.

One of UsAre you One of Us? Even if you’re not, join our conversation about #SexualAssault. Watch this video & please share.

Posted by Clear Lines Festival on Monday, July 6, 2015

How to be the Only Brown Person for Miles

Me and Laura
Me and Laura

This past weekend was a historic moment for several reasons. My college roommate, friend of 18 years, got married. She happens to be from Remlap, Alabama. This was a state I had not previously visited. She, however, has made countless trips back and forth over the last 8 years to see me and our growing family.

“When you get married,” I said to her years ago, “I’ll come to Alabama.”

Cue July 11, 2015.

The day was hot, reminiscent of the desert where we normally live, upwards of 100 degrees. The bride was beautiful, her skin like alabaster.

And I was the only non-white person in attendance. I had mentally prepared for this possibility. The reality of the sea of white faces reminded me of the seven other weddings I had been in. My Indian features stood out each time I stood up for my friends across various churches in North Carolina.

“I am the brownest thing here,” I said to the wedding coordinator.

She surprised me by sharing the story of her sister’s adoption of a bi-racial boy.

“When I go into stores with him, I can see people see me differently,” she said in that southern drawl I found enchanting. “It makes me sad.”

In the age of police abuse and debates about the legacy of southern states, this small conversation helped frame for me that the only way around these divisions is through our relationships with one another.

Have you had any uncomfortable encounters?