To each his own! A perspective on Female Genital Cutting by a Kuwaiti Bohra
By Anonymous Age: 29Country: Kuwait I was 7 years old when Khatna happened during my summer vacation to India. I am sure my mother must have looked for other avenues to have khatna done on me in Kuwait but unfortunately since Kuwait is such a strict Muslim country wherein even an abortion is prohibited, she had to take me to India. The mid wife convinced me that she was trying to remove a (non-existent) worm from my privates, that too in a non-medical set up. I remember her surgical toys, how she just laid me on the floor and boom I spat out a loud cry!! Funny part, there was a boy my age there who was also getting a circumcision. Good for his penis! I remember what happened but I never knew the actual reason for it until I went to college and met another well-read Bohra girl who then enlightened me that what had happened to me was not something normal, it was not right! I really didn’t understand what she meant, but then I researched and read about all types of FGM being performed and I realized what happened to me was Type 1. I even asked my other Muslim friends if they were circumcised. Of course the answer was, “What the hell are you even talking about?” I didn’t know how to confront my parents about it because all my life I just thought khatna must be essential just like a vaccination of some kind. When I did confront them, it was so upsetting for me to learn that they didn’t even feel sorry for what they did to me. They simply said it was a tradition that Bohras have been following for years and if I want, I have the will to not continue this for my daughters. Simple! I am enraged even as I write this. I had to accept my fate and move on but I did make them realize that what they did was wrong and unnecessary. I am 29 today and no, I don’t face any of the issues that have been discussed on this forum like being depressed, traumatized, or broken. And no, I don’t face any issues with an orgasm or stimulation. But again, that does not mean that I support this nonsense. The simple pleasures of life that god has bestowed upon us, why should anyone take that away from us? I did visit a gynecologist recently and I had to ask her to check if my clitoris looks normal. Her response was “It’s almost there.” From what I understand, Type 1 FGM is where they remove the clitoral hood. My doctor said that my hood is very much there, but a snip on my clit was visible enough to know that something was wrong. She seemed confused and that’s when I had to explain to her that Khatna happens in India too. She was shocked as it was new information for her. She was from Chennai; little does she know it’s probably being practiced there too. Whenever I end up in a discussion about Khatna with my Bohra friends who have cut their daughters, they have no space for a logical debate. There are also parents who are aware of this wrongdoing and who have decided not to practice this on their daughters, but they are not involved in any sort of a debate with others. Which is great and it’s the best way to deal with it. To each his own! I have been following Sahiyo on Twitter and I do read the chain of ongoing debates. And in between I come across arguments by Bohra doctors who support this illegitimate act with on the grounds of equal rights between men and women for circumcision. It made no sense to me, but one male doctor said that if men can be circumcised for medical reasons, women in our community have the rights to do so as well for hygienic reasons. Really? I still have had a UTI and Candidiasis even after being circumcised! To that doctor: it’s great that you care about us so much, but if that’s the case, then ask us for our consent on this matter. We have the right to say yes or no just like in our marriages. Educate us about khatna in the madrasas. Teach us the medical benefits of this act. Enlighten us but only when we have hit puberty and not when we are naïve and gullible. Allow us to do our own research and decide for ourselves whether we want to get snipped or not.
I underwent Female Genital Cutting in a hospital in Rajasthan
(Trigger Warning: Below is the account of one woman’s experience with FGC. We thank her for being brave and sharing her story with us) By: Jamila Mandsour Age: 25Country of Residence: KuwaitCountry where Khatna took place: Banswara in Rajasthan, India That day, I was taken to the hospital to see my newborn cousin. Although the mom, my aunt, and her baby boy were already discharged, my mom told me they were still there. I was five and so very excited to see the baby. My excitement crashed when I was thrown into a dark room and a nurse put me on a stretcher. I screamed and was slapped on my face. My voice was silenced. After ten minutes, I came out of the room wounded and in tears. I had no idea what happened to me in those ten minutes because I fainted. I was partly aware that a knife had been held towards my genitals, but a five-year-old does not have the guts to ask the adults why she was thrown into a dark room. My brain did not have the ability to understand that my legs were spread to cut some skin from my clitoris. After coming out of the room, I was not aware of that injury and could not understand why I was bleeding. Since childhood, I have been an active person, always running from here to there. But on that day, after leaving the hospital, I was totally exhausted from the crying and yelling because of the pain that knife had caused me. I went home and slept, not waking until the evening. Upon awaking, I saw that blood on my mattress and finally, I asked my aunties (my mother’s sisters) why I bled. I don’t remember any of them answering me. They told me not to wear my underwear for the rest of the day. Even at that young age, I felt awkward about going without my underwear. I wanted to rise from my bed, to run around and do my daily somersaults, but I could not because of my injuries. For the next few days, I couldn’t even walk properly. That day left a mark on my memory forever. After a few days, I returned to my regular daily routine. Not thinking about that day until eight years had passed and my sister suffered through the same thing I did. I was thirteen then, and I can recall her sad face, filled with pain, asking me the question, “Why was I cut?” What could I say to her? I had no answer to give her and it broke my heart. For the second time in my life, I went through the same emotional pain and felt helpless, keeping mum on the subject. An invisible hand had slapped me once again with the reality of what I and my sister had undergone. Even now at this moment, while I write this story of mine, chills run down my spine. In my 20s, for the first time in my life, I really tried to find answers to my question of why we were cut. I got no answers. One thing I was sure about: it shouldn’t have happened to me in the manner that it did, even if the religious authorities had deemed it valid. Even today, not many want to talk about this hideous act, but every pain has a scream and on some days the pain reaches out and my scream is loud. In time I did get answers, but I still wonder why the community practices this ritual when there is nothing reasonable about it. Out of a hundred women, I think ninety-eight would either not know of any scientific or religious reason to perform it, or would say they do not want to discuss it with others. If some women are adamant about being silent and feel guilty about speaking about khatna, then I wonder why they make sure their kids undergo it? I don’t know how, to sum up this article. One thing I know is that khatna is painful, it is harsh, torturing, shattering, and heart-breaking. It affects the sexuality of women and causes emotional and mental suffering (this is true in my case). While writing this piece, I couldn’t control the tears flowing down my face, as it expressed my pain. I request all of you who read this story of mine, please stop practicing khatna. One piece of skin should not decide the character of your daughter. Please be sensible about what happens to your baby girl.