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Trending | Tunisians are finally screaming out the so-famed hashtag #enazeda ( #Metoo in Arabic dialect)

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US, 2017, a social campaign has gone viral on social media.

With just a simple Hashtag, a public debate was created to allow women who have been sexually assaulted to speak out. In fact, the campaign’s aim was to establish support for survivors and to break the silence around sexual harassment. The power of the rhetoric succeeded in changing some laws in some countries to work in favor of the victims, and also had the power to destroy some public figures and even presidents. Taking the example of the King of Hollywood’s scandal, Harvey Weinstein, who hid behind the image of fame, money, and power to manifest his assaults but was eventually condemned as one of the abusers.

Yet, even that did not stop the American justice system from making a move against him and other similar public figures. Similarly, the campaign has sparked in Tunisia, when a teenage schoolgirl in Nabeul published some unsuitable pictures on social media of her aggressor while he was practicing an inappropriate sexual act in his car. The assaulter, who was known as the Deputy of the newly elected political party « Qualeb Tounes », followed the teenager into her school and harassed her by « touching himself in front of her », claimed the girl to the Tunisian press.

As a response to these charges, the deputy defended himself claiming that he has diabetes and he had to urinate in the car. Ultimately, according to Business News, the Deputy was finally accused of sexual harassment after the court decision on October the 14th.
The campaign succeeded in creating a community of advocates led by survivors, who inspired a lot of women, one of whom was the journalist « Lina Ben Mheni », who bravely shared her story on her Facebook page with the Hashtag #enazeda.

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Maman, j’ai peur!

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Maman, j’ai peur.
Tout le monde me regarde.
Tout le monde veut que la catastrophe s’attarde. Maman, j’ai peur.
Il m’appelle d’une voix douce.
Ses mains avancent et me caressent. Tu m’as appris à être gentil
avec les gens qui sourient.
Alors je me tais.
Alors j’obéis. Maman, j’ai peur. Pourquoi ne m’as-tu pas appris
que mon corps m’appartient ?
Pourquoi ne m’as-tu pas appris
à dire : non, je te l’interdis ?
Maman, j’ai mal.
Mes jambes me disent de courir.
Ma gorge voudrait crier.
Mais le son se brise
contre le silence des grands.
Maman, tu m’entends ?
Où étais-tu
pendant ces deux longues semaines ? Je t’ai cherchée quatorze jours
dans chaque coin de la maison,
dans chaque bureau,
dans les yeux des responsables. Un enfant a besoin de sa mère
comme la mer a besoin de la lune
pour tenir debout
dans l’obscurité.
Maman, je me sens sale.
je porte en moi les empreintes du diables. Lave-moi.
Je veux retrouver mes vêtements d’innocence.
Mais ils ne sont plus là. Qui les a brûlés ?
Est-ce que tonton les a volés ?
Je ne veux parler qu’à toi.
Les adultes baissent les yeux.
Ils me disent d’attendre.
D’attendre encore.
D’attendre toujours. Mais tu es en retard, maman.
Tu me promets
de ne plus partir ?

Un texte de: Emna Harzallah

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