The Program of Moral Reform Our Mothers Propose

Edvick — And the cinema? What way is there to check this sweeping tide?

Widad — I believe mothers have grown very lax and indulgent, when what becomes them is firmness, and imposing their word on their children — permitting them to go to the cinema only where it is proper, and after making sure that the film is of the wholesome kind.

Sumayya — But my dear Widad, your children are still small (God let them grow!), and so you can speak in this tone, which we mothers know no longer succeeds with our children. The method of "forbidding" is no longer — educationally speaking — fit to treat this problem, and it is to be feared it will drive our children to lie to us and go in secret, on the principle that everything forbidden is desired. I tried it with my eldest son: there came a time, at a certain age, when he was going to the cinema three times a week; then came a time when he turned away from it of his own accord.

Edvick — What, then, is our duty as mothers?

Sumayya — Our duty is to work for the formation of a women's committee to reinforce the committee that has existed for years, to press effectively for the supervision of films.

Nazik — This point is very important, for the disgraceful films that are sometimes shown for six consecutive weeks, with the whole public flocking to them, make our brows sweat with shame. In my opinion this committee should draw its powers from the Ministry of Social Affairs, and should look for a practical way to carry out the censorship and apply the law, after the example of the advanced countries. And I insist that among the members of the committee should be the wife of the Minister of Social Affairs and the wife of the Director General, or whoever may stand in for her, so that responsibility is fixed in a strong and effective way.

And I believe, Nazik added, that we have another source of corruption besides the cinema — the "plages," on whose shores the ugliest moral spectacles are on display; and those responsible must be more vigilant in keeping watch and striking at whoever behaves scandalously.

Widad — Here use can be made of the secret morals police; once word of it spreads, and its severity with offenders is heard of, the rest will take fright and behave decently out of fear.

Sumayya — And the houses of prostitution? How long shall we keep silent while they remain a stain of shame — and in the heart of the capital?

Widad — The Society for Combating Prostitution must press hard and demand insistently that these houses be moved outside Beirut — that is, if there is no way of closing them for good, which would be the better course.

Nazik — But closing them leads inevitably to an increase of the clandestine houses, which are more dangerous and of graver consequence... And I have, finally, one important remark: the return to the religious teachings, which alone strengthen the virtues and the spiritual values, and so restrain from the committing of vices and evil.

Talk of the Heart — Mothers' Fear
How afraid we mothers are!
For our growing children, how we fear
in the tumult of the mad storms,
if they go off to the city
we fear...
lest the winds shake their roots
and tear them up from its soft soil,
so that they are stripped from our safe bosoms
into the rugged unknown!
And in the night shut fast with fog,
for our children we fear:
its suspect, seductive airs,
its false and drugging perfumes —
what if they tickled their nostrils
and made wandering seem fair to them,
and they gave in, astray,
with their young, headlong instinct,
to an enchanted den
hung between the darkness and the light!
Woe to us mothers!
For our growing children, how we fear —
their roads are hedged with pitfalls,
and upon them steal, from the ditches and the refuse heaps,
the frothing, sleek serpents:
they befriend them — they coil about their necks —
they sow their throats with poison...
And the treacherous, ravening wolves
bear down harshly upon them,
tear their tender shoulders
and suck their hearts' blood...
Woe to us mothers!
In fear, forever, we live.
How shall our eyes settle into sleep?
How shall our hearts fill with content,
while our children are in danger —
the danger of the storms and the fog,
of the pitfalls and the serpents and the wolves?
Our whole life is dread
until the storm grows still,
and the sky clears,
and the day comes up —
then with our own hands we fill in the pitfalls,
and with our axes we crush the serpents' heads,
and we make an end of the wolves!
Aphrodite
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