a man is not asked who he is, nor what faith he professes; all that is said to him is: you are suffering, and your pains shall be relieved. The Pasteur Institute was built, and history kept for the king of humanity the fairest of remembrance; but the woman who laid the biggest stone in the building of the institute lay down in a modest corner — and no one said, look for the woman.

And here is the great man of the Arabs in Andalusia, Abd al-Rahman al-Nasir — the man who took charge of Andalusia while it reeled with seditions and drowned in blood, and it was not long before it grew calm under his wisdom; the man who took seventy fortresses in a single campaign, then pressed deep into the heart of France, and penetrated into the bowels of Switzerland, and gath-ered in the edges of Italy — this man, a wonder in his intelligence, his daring, and his devotion: where is he who will recall his greatness in his conquests, his greatness in his rule, his greatness in his monuments, and then search for the woman who alone brought him up after she lost her husband while he was still young — who laid up in his breast the secret of perfection, and in his soul the secret of loftiness? Where is he who will search for this woman, so as to say before the assembled people: look for the woman?

How many an Arab woman has lived to plant the spirit of ambition in her child's soul; and how many a woman has stood at a man's side, feeding him with hopes, upholding him with devotion, breathing energy and resolve into his spirit — until, when he had climbed the ladder of glory and she had presented him to his nation a great man, she stepped aside, content with the unknown soldier's portion of this world..

We want justice for woman — justice, not mercy. We want justice for this creature who is wronged as an unborn child, so that the mother would deliberately cast her off could she but be certain of her sex; who is wronged the very hour she looks out upon the world — for when the angel of peace comes down to the mother's house bearing her infant upon his arms, the faces darken and the mouths whisper bitterly, "a girl";

who is wronged as a child, for she stands in second place after her brother — his is a double portion of affection and indulgence and everything else — and she notices it, child though she is, and suffers. I passed one day a little girl of five sitting on a doorstep, crying so bit-terly that her eyes were swollen. I asked her, what is the matter, little one? And with all the simplicity and trust of children she answered, sobbing, "Mother has given birth to a girl — now we are four".. And I went on my way with the picture of the child keeping me company: a creature who feels that her pres-ence in the house is not wanted — can anything be expected of her but that she grow up resentful of the world, and of those who brought her into the world?

We want justice for her as a wife. For hundreds of years we have gone on asking her to bear patiently with the husband's faults and to cover over his defects, and we shall go on asking it of her; but we shall ask of the other partner that he perform his duty toward

her with the utmost sincerity, and if he holds back, we shall not lay upon her the burden of his holding back, nor whisper bitterly, look for the woman..

We want justice for her as a mother; for all that is spent for her sake does not equal one tear she has shed for ours. And whatever may appear in her that does not agree with our minds and our inclinations — her motherhood, which human beings are powerless to describe, intercedes for it.

We want justice for her in all circumstances and conditions — a creature like the rest of mankind, with her faults and her errors, and with her merits and her virtues; a creature with her part in the tragedies and the joys, in the good and the evil..

We want justice for woman. But where does this justice begin, if not in the heart of woman? And where is its seed planted, if not in the home over which a woman rules and whose people she guides?

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