Strange

At around noon, I was called from an unknown number so I answered it reluctantly. However, it was my youngest sister who was calling to tell me that she was not feeling well and that I had to pick her up from school. Everything went as normal, I pulled over at a grocery store, bought some clear soda for my sister’s stomach and drove her home. She was feeling tired so I turned out the lights and eventually fell asleep with her. My mom soon barged in and turned on the lights and opened the blinds to windows.

“You are going to need to get up. You will not believe what I just heard about you,” my mother says to my sister. After the words got out, she clamped her mouth shut so that her top and bottom molars glued together, to formulate the next accusatory statement. Her chin always did this thing where small pockets of fat would gather in certain places, giving it a texture that reminded me of close ups of the moon.

She grabbed the blanket that my sister was sleeping on and broke the news. Her voice started out surprisingly calm only to gradually get louder and louder as her blood rushed quicker.

As my sister has thrown up this morning and left the school for the rest of the day, a certain teacher took this opportunity of my youngest sister’s absence to inform my middle sister how my youngest sister was behaving in class.

It seemed like it was normal. Teachers are often concerned for their student’s welfare, making sure they are on the right track is nothing revolutionary or radical.

Instead, I found out that this teacher basically gossiped like a middle school Queen B about one of my own family to another one of my family.

Teachers are at schools to teach material; to guide students to see the fruits of education or whatever other shit they have on Schoolbox posters. They inspire, they discuss, they lead. Sure they can be annoying and aggravating and way too overzealous about a subject that 95% of the population could live without, but they try.

This teacher however, decided to inform us that my youngest sister once asked another student what exactly the word ‘sai’aa’ means (slut). Why the teacher was listening was never stated. She was not included in the conversation. The teacher expressed her concern of a girl saying the word ‘slut’! Young women should be brought up better than to ask questions about words. She eavesdropped on a twelve year old’s innocent conversation. My sister had heard the word before and being weak in Arabic, she wanted to know the definition.

Oh, I am so, so, so sorry, I forgot to state that my sister was asking a person of the opposite gender what that word meant which leads me to the next thing this teacher decided to say. My sister was speaking to boys too much. In an International School that prides itself on a Western model of intersex mingling, my sister was speaking to boys too much. While the rest of the country is so scared at the thought of having to sit next to the opposite sex in a dental waiting room and taking this idiotic fear as a chance to form separate male and female waiting rooms (of which the female waiting rooms lack magazines, or entertainment of any kind while the men get a plasma flat screen television with the latest international news because men obviously need to constantly stay informed so that their big brains stay equally as impressive as their brawns), my sister is talking to boys too much. She has too many friends that are boys. She is twelve years old so you guys obviously know where her intentions lie. Having conversation with boys in school when they are sitting next to you in class is one thing, but becoming their friends? That is worth a note home. So she asked a boy what ‘slut’ meant, and then she is becoming friends with boys.

While this seems archaic enough, this teacher went ahead to even inform us that my sister does not sit properly! She does not cross her legs like a lady ought to, and leave her feet on the ground. She changes it up. My sister wears pants, but she still has to remember to make sure she is not putting ideas into the heads of the little boys that just can’t help themselves. She needs to make sure that anything south of her stomach is not only covered by fabric in 100 degree weather, but also properly displayed. Legs apart are an absolute no-no and God forbid she slides off her shoes a bit to let her feet breathe. True ladies have a reputation to keep up with at all times. Even after a day at school for more than eight hours at a time, feeling relaxed and comfortable is not the number one priority for my twelve year old sister in this teacher’s eyes. No, it is her reputation.

In this teacher’s eyes, she is doing my sister a favor by telling our family. It is not too late to stop this from going towards a downward spiral. We can act now before it is too late, before my sister decides to start bending over for the water fountain!

Is this what the revolution was for? Honestly, I mean over two years ago, people were tired of this ignorance and this oppression. I did not think that after the high of having successfully overthrown one of the world’s worst and cruel dictators the world had ever seen, the people in it would simply stay the same. Gadaffi would encourage students at universities and people of the streets to tattle on anyone who was suspected of having anti-Gadaffi sentiments. People would be afraid to talk candidly. They could not express their feelings about the way the world around them was forming. When the country was freed in February of 2011, people screamed for joy. The civilians of this country felt full. They put streamers and the new flags of the country everywhere. People talked openly. Free speech is always the first step to any democratic process. When people have the power to talk about their government without restrictions, they can effect change. It was my mistake however, to believe that free speech was going to come easily to a twelve year old girl at an Oxford-based GEMS International School. Now my sister can effectively go to school, fearing that what she says to her friends will come back to her at home. Now my sister will look around the room for an adult’s open ears before she asks a simple question about Arabic word translations. Now she can live in a constant hesitation before she changes positions of her legs underneath her desk while her teacher is lecturing for over thirty minutes. It’s a good thing though. Ladies should always think before they act.