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It’s difficult to make a comment without belittling another culture, but this is so old-fashioned it’s Biblical.
Once our children were out of school, I ceased being “Tina’s mom”. In a social setting, I think most people, men and women, would introduce themselves by name and then refer to their spouse, especially if the spouse is better known to the group. “I’m Sam, Dr. McKenzie’s husband”, or the other way round. “I’m Anna Fiona, the Squire’s wife.” But, dagnabbit, I do have a name!
Who let all these onion ninjas in here?
Her name was Ruth, and I will never forget her.
Actually, I find it very sad that a whole society is so ashamed to come from a woman that they don’t even want anyone to know about her. Perhaps the mindset is slowly changing, but I can’t help thinking about all the women who became a source of shame to their sons.
I had no idea this as a cultural norm in Egypt. How lovely that all these men defied that to say their mum’s name.
What a beautiful project. I went online this morning to see if I could find any numbers of how many men in Egypt participated but couldn’t find anything. Let’s hope the UN campaign continues to be successful in giving those women their names back.
I personally would be really sad to loose my identity as a person. Or to be associated as “mother of my eldest son”
It kind of makes me sad.