A Huge Prize
The Nobel Prize is an award from the world community, from people who want Muslim reformers to know they are supported.
BY: Omid Safi
This is huge. This award inspires the silent majority of Muslims worldwide who want to live quietly dignified lives, without having to be defensive about Islam as a religion of terrorism. Muslims have been confronted by oppressive forces from both inside Muslim society and outside of it. Now, we have a paragon of resistence to look up to.
And how I relish the fact that this recipient is a woman, a mother of two, a judge, and a first-rank intellectual who teaches law at the University of Tehran. She shatters all the stereotypes of Muslim women.
However, her real significance is not as a mere intellectual, but as an activist. She was a judge under the Shah's regime in Iran but rose to prominence as the first female judge under the new Islamic regime. As was the case during the early civil rights era in the United States, the nascent reform movement in Iran is fragmented. There are pro-democracy movements, women's right movements, freedom of press movements, and others. Ebadi combines all these endeavors. She sees clearly that unless justice is guaranteed to everyone, it is vouchsafed for no one.
Progressive Muslims, of whom Ebadi is surely one, have always emphasized that it is not sufficient to come up with a better and more luminous theology of Islam. We must also transform the societies around us. That is what Ebadi is doing.
Her opposition to the hardliners in Iran earned her a stay at the infamous Evin prison in Northern Tehran. Of that experience of solitary confinement she wrote: "Angrily I am trying to write on the cement wall with the bottom of my spoon that we are born to suffer because we are born in the Third World. Time and place are imposed upon us. So let's be patient as there is no other choice."
Here is a woman acknowledging her fears in face of the clerical regime. She states: "Any person who pursues human rights in Iran must live with fear from birth to death.but I have learned to overcome my fear." She wrote in the Iranian magazine Today's Message (Payam Emrooz): "I hate myself for being so weak.I try not to complain. I would just press my teeth against each other and would flex my fingers hard - my nails have turned blue because of the intensity of the pressure - but never would I groan."
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