The Revolutionary Movement

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There is no redemption in Woman at Point Zero, and even the revolutionaries are portrayed as exploitative. Firdaus’ love, Ibrahim, is a revolutionary who speaks up against the oppression of the workers by the management. She associates his words against oppression to her own struggle in being a female worker and thus a doubly repressed citizen. However when he betrays her by becoming betrothed to a symbol of the corporation he speaks out against, Firdaus realizes that although Ibrahim speaks the truth regarding the inequality of the workers, his ideas to do not inspire or even relate to his actions. She compares revolutionaries to tricks (those who patronize prostitutes), using their ideals and language as a sort of currency to get ahead.…show more content…
In a nation under neo-colonial control, lines between political, social, and economic as well as between individual and nation are muddles by corruption. In Hidden Face of Eve, Sadaawi asserts that “It is, therefore, not possible to separate the sexual and emotional life of people, and their economic life. Any separation is artificial and will lead to ideas that are incomplete, shallow, and distorted. (Sadaawi “Hidden Face” 182). By examining the relationship between portrayals of sexuality, emotion, and exchange in Woman at Point Zero, all three facets are riddled with inequality stemming from the exploitative quality of exchange and the manner in which the hierarchies it breeds divide and separate. There is no value in anything. Despite discourse regarding the “value” of the female body throughout the text, this value is simply money paid for sex. Firdaus finally realizes that the female and the worker are all slaves to money. She appropriates herself as a princess at the end of the book and prostitutes herself for 3000 piastres. However realizing the futility of a society ruled by money, Firdaus tears up the notes explaining: It was as though I was destroying all the money I had ever held, my father’s piastre, my uncle’s piastre, all the piastres I had ever known, and at the same time destroying all the men I had ever known, one after the other in a row: my uncle, my husband, my father, Marzouk and
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