Phyllis Chesler, Professorin für Psychologie und Women’s Studies an der City Universitry of New York (CUNY), hat eine Zeitlang in Kabul gelebt - nicht ganz freiwillig. Über ihre Erfahrungen berichtet sie in der Londoner Times:
Once I was held captive in Kabul. I was the bride of a charming,
seductive and Westernised Afghan Muslim whom I met at an American college.
The purdah I experienced was relatively posh but the sequestered
all-female life was not my cup of chai, nor was the male hostility to veiled,
partly veiled and unveiled women in public.
When we landed in Kabul, an airport official smoothly confiscated my US
passport. “Don’t worry, it’s just a formality,” my husband assured me.
I never saw that passport again. I later learnt that this was routinely
done to foreign wives, perhaps to make it impossible for them to
leave. Overnight, my husband became a stranger. The man with whom I had
discussed Camus, Dostoevsky, Tennessee Williams and the Italian cinema
became a stranger. He treated me the same way his father and elder brother
treated their wives: distantly, with a hint of disdain and
embarrassment.
www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/comment/columnists/guest_contributors/article1480090.ece