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Saudi Arabian Women Drive their Way into History.


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 At the stroke of the midnight hour on the 23rd  of June, the Saudi women who had had their licences ready,  got behind the wheel and hit the roads to  celebrate the historic end of the ban on women’s driving. Delirious with delight, they appeared on Saudi television and on social media to hail the lifting of the ban. For the first time in the history of Saudi Arabia, women will be legally allowed to take driving lessons , apply for and get the driver’s licence.

This freedom to drive comes after more than three decades of activism by daring women. Some of these women who dared to campaign for the right to drive are still behind bars  because in a theocratic kingdom like Saudi Arabia that follows the strictest of Sharia laws, any activism connected with new-fangled isms like feminism, communism and atheism  is deemed illegal. The women- activists still cannot afford to rest on their laurels for, in order to occupy the driving seat they may  need the permission of their male guardians. As per the kingdom’s guardianship policies  all women are legal minors. As of now, women in Saudi Arabia do not have the right to receive equal inheritance, marry, divorce, have custody of their children, get a passport, travel, seek medical help, dress as they like or choose a career without the consent of their male guardian. These women should now concentrate on getting this unfair male guardianship law abolished.

The new crown prince of Saudi Arabia, Mohammed Bin Salman who has already brought about a number of progressive reforms, is considered to be behind the initiative to put an end to the driving ban now. This action is seen as a move to remove the bad reputation that Saudi has as the only nation in the world to bar women from driving. This lifting of the ban definitely ushers in a new era of mobility for Saudi women. It may also help the Saudi economy by bringing more women into the work force.

 Bhadra S

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