A School Without Co Education

Yemenat

Ahmed Saif Hashed

The students of “Proletariat School,” numbering in the hundreds, were all male. There was not a single female student in the school—a barren wasteland devoid of green plants or gentle breezes, even in the late hours of the night. No dew, no drops of rain; only a harsh dryness that cracks the earth. “No water, no greenery, no beautiful faces!” There was no joy, no hope, no promise—only desolation and dust in every direction.

The past, burdened with its weight, views segregation and the separation of genders as virtuous behavior dictated by the values of good morals. They elaborate on this, until heads, cloaked in shame and rigid fatwas, rise beneath their aprons. Meanwhile, we see that balance, a thriving life, and protection come from awareness, refined ethics, and proper upbringing.

Mixing offers attraction and competition, transcending our heavy heritage, and overcoming deeply entrenched social constraints. Separation and isolation weigh heavily on us, alienating us from the era we live in and leading us backward, away from the future we desire. Life under the pressures of repressed complexes, swollen with intense tension, and rampant sexual obsession grips our thoughts and distractions, consuming our awareness and attention, resulting in unhealthy outlets and disgraceful behavioral deviations, while abandoning what is considered normal and healthy living.

It is not normal to wait for the weekend to travel over ten kilometers just to catch a glimpse of a girl you love; you may find her, or you may not, leaving everything to chance—of which there is little and rarely any.

It is not normal to harbor a deep love in silence for three consecutive years without knowing where the one you love is! I am not well if I spend three years loving from a distance, unable to confess or