I’ve just finished watching a film that’s left me feeling shaken and raw and so angry that hashing together a lengthier blog at this moment in time would be a bad idea, suffice it to say I intend to write one very soon. In the meantime the above, frankly awesome, piece of art encompasses the words I can’t fathom right now.
What I will say is, please watch Banaz A Love Story. In the words of the synopsis: it’s a documentary film chronicling the honour killing of Banaz Mahmod, a young British woman in suburban London in 2006, killed and “disappeared” by her own family, with the agreement and help of a large section of the Kurdish community, because she tried to choose a life for herself.
I’ve embedded it here for you:
Deeyah Khan has created an incredible film, not least because of the power it has to change lives and communities for the better.
Women all over the world are being taught that their bodies are simply vessels for preserving ‘honour’, their futures are manipulated and their opportunities stunted. In extreme cases they are beaten and murdered for failing to preserve the ‘honour’ of their families and communities. Education is fundamental to changing this barbaric misogyny. Please take a look at Karma Nirvana and Honor Diaries for more information. I will be back with my thoughts on this once I can see through the red mist.