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10.18574 Nyu 9780814773031.003.0001
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this is what prompted her to jump up suddenly and beckon me to fol-
low, suggesting, “Why don’t you talk to Doctora Zeinab about all this?
Come, come, she will be very interested.”
I hesitated, wondering whether Doctora Zeinab (doctora means
doctor; Doctora Zeinab was a physician) would really be interested
in my work. After all, I was there to learn about them, not the other
way around, or so I thought, not realizing that only a few minutes later,
these roles of researcher and researched would be completely reversed.
In any case, I had no choice but to follow Dalia out the door and into
the small crowded office of Doctora Zeinab, the director of the PVO.
The researcher was becoming the researched, I thought to myself.6
Doctora Zeinab sat behind her desk facing the doorway, surrounded
by a group of women activists.
My mind raced back to my first meeting with the doctora. At the
time, I was working on a book on the notion of empowerment in femi-
nist literature dealing with “Islamic women activists” (Hafez 2003).
Laila, a friend of mine, had introduced me to gam’iyat al-Hilal and,
after some initial reluctance, took me to meet Doctora Zeinab. Laila’s
hesitation was due to the fact that the media had been leading a bit-
ter campaign against the emergence of da’iyat, or “women preachers,”7
ridiculing women’s turn to Islam. Newspaper and magazine articles
painted a portrait of da’iyat as naïve and misled, accusing them of
being mouthpieces for conservative Islamist groups.
Doctora Zeinab looked up at me as Dalia recounted our earlier con-
versation to her. I was once again struck by the strength of her presence
and her reflective gaze that seemed to miss nothing. When Doctora
Zeinab spoke, she had a deep resonating voice that in its clearly enun-
ciated Arabic claimed attention. Articulate with her words, strong in
asserting her thoughts, she exuded an air of confidence and self-assur-
ance that was as unassuming as it was impressive. These recollections
sped through my mind as I, once again, received her steady gaze. The
group of women in the room shifted their attention to our presence.
Like Doctora Zeinab, some were dressed in long-sleeved blouses and
a long skirt that reached below the ankles, whereas others wore long
dresses. Most of the activists at the gam’iyah wore a hijab, or headscarf
that covered their hair and neck. The variety in the colors and designs
of the hijabs added interest to the otherwise austere surroundings.