Imagine a world where laughter is considered sinful, holidays are banned, and watching a movie or listening to music is treated with the same consequence as murder. Imagine a hot summer day, and being allowed to wear only clothes that cover everything but the eyes. Imagine a world where being stoned to death is considered one of the more humane ways to die. In Canada, the pre-mentioned scenarios sound like something out of a movie, but to women in Afghanistan, this is reality. As I discuss the lack of freedom given to Afghani women, try to imagine yourself in their shoes.

I will start off by discussing a matter that tends to be questioned, criticized and comes up in the news frequently; this of course is the concept of an arranged marriage. It seems appropriate to start off with this, since the theme of this essay is freedom, and an arranged marriage is the greatest example of the lack of freedom given to women in Afghanistan. In Canada, the dating game is interesting, enjoyable; sometimes a little nerve wracking and disappointing, but overall meeting potential partners and going on dates has become a staple in our society. I don’t think I have ever been in a restaur

When examining and comparing the home life of Canadian and Afghani families, it is clear that those in Afghanistan are given no freedom and no choice whatsoever. Families are expected to follow rules similar to those that Hitler put in place during the days of Nazi Germany. If there is a woman living in the home, the man of the house is expected to paint every window black to ensure no passers by can view the woman. In my home, the walls of the living room are covered in family pictures that have been collected over the years. If we lived in Afghanistan, we would be severely and violently punished for this, as pictures of women are not allowed anywhere not only in public, but even hanging on the walls of their own home. Women are not allowed to watch television, listen to the radio or read the newspaper. When I think of this, I think of my little sister who is in love with music. Music and her guitar are her true passions in life. Music can do so much for people. It can serve as an explanation, an outlet or even a companion during times when a companion can be found nowhere else. Women in Afghanistan are not allowed to listen to music. When I picture my sister not being able to play her guitar, it seems wrong; disturbing almost, and yet this is the way for Afghani women.

ant without noticing two people out on a date together. Second glances are never sent in the direction of two people out getting to know one another in a date fashion, whereas a date is unheard of in Afghanistan. No movies, no dinners, no walks on the beach. As cliche as that sounds, it is a sad thought to ponder, that women in Afghanistan will never be able to experience falling in love or taking part in t

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