Oh darling what are we to do in this nation? This nation that dares not see its body in the mirror for fear of craving it? That dares not hear a woman’s voice on the phone for fear of being too impure to pray? What are we to do in this nation that knows all there is to know of the October Revolution, of the Zanj slaves who rose against the Caliph master of the Karmathians, who stood against the Caliph’s armies - and still keeps talking down to women like some Sheikh? What are we do in this nation [that lingers] between the works of Imam Ash-Shafi’i and the works of Lenin… between Qur'anic exegesis and Playboy magazines… between Mu'tazilism and the music of The Beatles? - Nizar Qabbani