Women's Rights are Not that 1800's

As mentioned in my previous blog, I sense this comic to be more like a movie rather than a book. That is why whenever I am reading it I sometimes have to stop for a second because the images are so vivid and hard to deal with. As mentioned previously, Satrapi is telling her story, when she unfortunately was living a very hard time in her country. Through her pictures and dialogue I start to sense what she felt: fear, happiness, sadness, relief and more, which demonstrates the power Persepolis has. It has evoked in me the feelings and images that were going around and still are at the time.

Reading Persepolis has brought many memories to my mind, and I don’t know where to begin. I remember when I was a little girl my grandmother told me that when she was studying in the States she met a woman from Iran whose name was Zareena. She was sent by her family to study English in the States for six months and then she would have to go back to her family. My grandmother always repeated to me that it was terrible how women were oppressed, how they had no liberty and how they were always ignored by society. This impacted me so much, that when I lived in Canada and saw women with burkas I felt very sad for them. I always remembered what my grandmother had told them, and all I wanted was for them to be able to show their face. As I got older, I understood and respected that this was part of their culture, but still I was never able to feel okay with it. I felt as if these women were being ignored and oppressed. These feelings started to come back to me when I continued reading Persepolis and Satrapi was forced to wear her burka, or when she was made to wear again her traditional wear instead of jeans (132).

I couldn’t imagine what life would be like if us women, were oppressed by society, and we couldn’t even choose what type of clothes to wear. Before reading Persepolis I connoted women oppression with the 1800’s, but unfortunately that is not the case for all of the countries on Earth.