Friday sermon: Why women are so sinful in most Muslim societies?

There’s nothing uglier than a preacher standing on a stage, condemning the right for women’s freedom by saying it’ll make them “cheap,” while ignoring a reality where women live without value or freedom at all.

It’s a reality where a woman doesn’t get to decide her own worth. Instead, her value is determined by a man she’s never met, after he and his mom agree on what size her body parts should be. Then, they submit their "request" to her father for approval.

What is this “value” they’re so worried freedom will destroy? The answer becomes clear when you realize that, in this system, value is just another word for control and exploitation.

People assign value to what they own. And since women have been reduced to a man’s “property,” it’s the man who decides their worth. To make this sound righteous, they drag God into it.

They say, “We’re protecting women’s value,” and they’re not lying—so long as the woman is something they own. Want proof? Look at how the same people claiming to “protect” women will tear her apart the moment she exists outside of a man’s control.

In our society, a woman’s worth doesn’t exist without a man because he’s the one holding the reins. Without him, every so-called “decent” man suddenly becomes a thief.

The women in my country are still prisoners. And a prisoner doesn’t get to have their own value, even if their cage is made of gold and lined with silk. Let women define their own worth.

Here, women are just vessels—to carry our children, endure our contradictions, and keep breathing. Their spirits are alive, full of hope buried beneath layers of black fabric, waiting for the sun to shine again.

Women here can be anything—except themselves. They can be someone’s honor, someone’s shame, or someone’s pride, but they can’t simply be a person.

Here, a woman is guilty before she’s born, buried before she truly lives, and no one questions it. Everyone agrees she’s their possession. She doesn’t even get to speak for herself.

Her body is sold through something called a dowry, by a buyer and a seller who pretend to represent her, but really don’t. She’s just a “precious jewel” to be traded, waiting for the “right” buyer.

Even the devil himself, bitter about his lack of humanity and his refusal to honor it from the beginning, takes it out on women. He violently crushes any woman who dares to defy, whether by driving a car or simply daring to dream.