Fun with Abayas

In a world survey of happiness, guess which countries scored highest for the happiness of women relative to men? Nine of the top ten: Afghanistan, Iran, Egypt, Turkey, the UAE, Bangladesh, Palestine, Jordan, and Morocco. All are Muslim.

It is just a lot more fun, it turns out, to be a Muslim woman than a Muslim man.

How does the anti-religious left reconcile this with their claim that women in these countries, and in Islam, are “oppressed” or “repressed”?

I can’t imagine. But did they ever really believe it? No, those who complain about the “treatment of women” in Muslim societies are not opposed to religion because they are concerned about the welfare of women; they are opposed to religion, and “concern about the welfare of women” is a polite fiction, a mental veil, to mask their true focus.

It’s all, after all, about getting naked.

That's all "women's liberation" was ever all about.

For women, though, wearing an abaya is lots of fun. It confers the power of invisibility—you can see others, but they cannot see you. This is one of mankind's deepest fantasies. It’s like having tinted windows in your car, or wearing sunglasses, or wearing a mask; only much more so. It gives you a huge strategic advantage over everyone you meet.

Men, of course, are not allowed to wear them. That would be a serious crime.

But for women, wearing an abaya is, contrary to much nonsense in the West, completely voluntary.

They do it because it is fun.