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In the early 1980s, Deborah Jacobs was an ordinary Lebanese American college student from Long Island, New York. By the end of the decade, she would bear witness to the making of international history. Her story begins in graduate school: through a series of chance encounters, young Deborah was introduced to Marwan Kanafani, a dashing former soccer star turned high-ranking Palestinian diplomat who was working at the United Nations. A political dynamo with movie-star charm, Marwan swept Deborah off her feet and ...

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In the early 1980s, Deborah Jacobs was an ordinary Lebanese American college student from Long Island, New York. By the end of the decade, she would bear witness to the making of international history. Her story begins in graduate school: through a series of chance encounters, young Deborah was introduced to Marwan Kanafani, a dashing former soccer star turned high-ranking Palestinian diplomat who was working at the United Nations. A political dynamo with movie-star charm, Marwan swept Deborah off her feet and into a marriage that kept her in the company of diplomats, dignitaries, world leaders, international glamour and intrigue. Although exciting, this lifestyle also isolated Deborah increasingly from her independent, American way of living, creating a rift that would end their marriage.

Marwan's profile was on the rise, and with it came a number of crucial connections for Deborah: while his involvement with the PLO intensified, eventually resulting in his appointment as senior advisor and spokesperson for Yasir Arafat, she formed friendships with such women as Suha Arafat, Queen Dina of Jordan, and other women married to Arab leaders.

After her divorce, when these women agreed to tell their stories of struggle and survival for a book, Deborah traveled to the Middle East to record them, planning to join her children, who were on the West Bank visiting their father. To her shock and horror, he refused to return the children to her.

Deborah stayed in the Middle East for several years to be near her children, finding strength in the women whose lives she documented and whose incredible stories are told in this book. She was eventually able to arrange the return of her children when they were evacuated to another country during a Palestinian uprising. The story of her journey, intertwined with those of the wives of the Arab leaders, takes the reader into an otherwise inaccessible and cloistered world populated by larger-than-life characters living out all-too-human dramas.

Culture, politics, and family collide in this gripping front-row perspective of the Middle East conflict and of the courageous women working behind the scenes for peace and challenging the patriarchal traditions of their homeland.

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This uneven memoir frustrates and fascinates, as Kanafani appears to find the lives of others more interesting than her own. The surprising result: passages in which Kanafani's description of events as dramatic as falling for a prince on a cross-Atlantic voyage and watching her father go to prison for business irregularities (that are never disclosed) come across as mildly tedious. Fortunately, the tales she relates of Palestinian politics, Israeli-Palestinian peace efforts and Arab women bucking tradition to struggle for social justice are captivating. The author sees that both her father and her ex-husband, former Yasser Arafat adviser Marwan Kanafani, were controlling and abusive, but fails to consider why her relationship with the former may have led to her bond with the latter, and only rarely intimates what these love-hate relationships meant for her. Writing of a new friend, she says, "I wanted to tell her that I was strong and independent too; I wanted to whisper this great secret to her, but I couldn't let Marwan hear me." Ultimately, Kanafani's curiosity about others and the surprising details she reveals about lesser-known topics such as Islamic marriage law or details of Yasser Arafat's marriage are worth the effort, but the payoff is a long time coming. (Jan. 8)

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A Lebanese-American woman falls in love with a Palestinian activist, and starry-eyed romance gives way to disappointment, culture clash and a custody battle. Like Betty Mahmoody, whose Not Without My Daughter (1991) anticipates much of this story, Kanafani labored valiantly to follow the cultural norms of her newfound home-at least for a while. She had been smitten by Marwan Kanafani, the soccer star turned PLO advisor: "Marwan was the axis around whom everyone else revolved," she writes of their first meeting, "and he commanded the attention of our entire group, expounding on everything from politics to religion." He continues to expound as their marriage comes undone a scant 30 pages later. Fortunately for him, her husband had other audiences: "As our relationship grew more distant, Marwan's relationship with Arafat grew stronger." When the author asked for custody of the children, her husband's negative response was the final word, softened only years later, after the Intifada of 2000 made life on the West Bank dangerous (and even then, the children left only after Marwan's new wife put them on a plane). All this drama is actually fairly undramatic. The worthier section is the author's account of the Palestinians and Arab women she met along the way, many of whom work toward some vision of equality and, in many cases, are activists for peace as well as for women's issues. She notes that Arafat's brother Fathi was an activist at well, arranging midnight salons at which Israelis and Palestinians met, ate and talked through the night. "Everyone was eager to accept," she writes, "scientists, doctors, teachers, artists, filmmakers, musicians. . . . As they shared ideas, people who had beenperceived as enemies became human beings."Conspiracy theorists will find her notes on the fate of Arafat and his inner circle to be of interest, but otherwise this is pretty thin gruel. Agent: Gail Ross/Gail Ross Literary Agency
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"Deborah Kanafani mesmerizes with her words and personality; her personal experience is a gift of enlightenment. Her firsthand account of a world we know so little about is straightforward, intriguing, and infused with the sweetness and the agony of life itself. Once you open the book, you will not put it down." — Dr. Aida Takla O'Reilly, President Emerita, the Hollywood Foreign Press Association and the Golden Globe Awards

"Much of this remarkable story takes place in parts of the world many of us will never see, but its essential geography is familiar to us all: the hardscrabble landscape of the heart, the longing for love, the disappointment when it fails, the stubborn optimism that impels a person to collect the pieces and soldier on, the fearless resolve of parenthood. Debbie Kanafani's courage is palpable, whether when fighting for her children or in standing up to the powerful men in her way. The unadorned honesty of her writing is luminescent, eminently accessible, and impossible to forget." — Ernest Thompson, Oscar-winning screenwriter of On Golden Pond

"Deborah Kanafani sheds light on a region that remains mysterious today, with an amazing personal journey that brings out the contrasts as well as the similarities between East and West. Her electrifying experiences entertain us, and her unique access to a cloistered world enriches us." — Carlotta Pardini, Ambassador-at-Large, Republic of Panama

"Deborah Kanafani's rare access to the Middle East provides an insightful portrayal of a region in great need of understanding. Her book is a gripping account of Middle East politics, parental sacrifice, and the compelling stories of unforgettable heroines." — Bianca Jagger, human rights advocate

"Kanafani's writing is graceful, her story poignant, her message essential for all of us who care about Palestinian-Israeli relations. Unveiled is a riveting account of human courage: the courage of a mother to retrieve her children, the courage of women to determine their future (in Arab society), and the courage of ordinary people to build peace in the face of militancy, occupation, and despair. It is a story of personal struggle to hold on to what matters most." — Ronit Avni, Founder and Executive Director of Just Vision, an organization promoting Israeli and Palestinian peace building, and producer of Encounter Point

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  • ISBN-13: 9780743291835
  • Publisher: Free Press
  • Publication date: 1/8/2008
  • Pages: 272
  • Product dimensions: 6.30 (w) x 9.10 (h) x 0.90 (d)

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Chapter One
Some Memories

My imagination is a gift from my maternal great-grandmother, Fahimi Kirban. She had come to America from Lebanon many years before I was born and lived in a house across the street from my parents on New York's Long Island. When I was growing up in the late 1950s, I spent countless hours with her. There were many things that fascinated me about my great-grandmother, but most of all, I was intrigued by the tattoos traced on her arms by the wandering gypsies of her homeland when she was a little girl. Barely old enough to cross the street, I would run to her house each morning, jump on a chair at the kitchen table, and beg her to tell me the same gypsy tales over and over again.

She grew up in a small Lebanese village nestled above the Mediterranean that had been inhabited by sea-trading Phoenicians and, later, the Romans. The Lebanese were said to be descendants of the Phoenicians, giving them an inherent love of travel and trading. Fahimi's father was a simple man who grew fruits and vegetables on his land. He was as solid as the earth under his feet, strong in a quiet way — unlike her opinionated mother, who did most of the talking for both of them.

Her mother had been assigned to her father in an arranged marriage and, like Fahimi, had been cursed (or blessed) with the restless Phoenician spirit. She was a sturdy, capable woman who would have done well working the land if she had so desired. Instead, she spent her days listening to stories of people who had left for America from those who'd remained. She shortened her name from Anastasia to the more American-sounding "Annie," making it easier to imagine herself in the land shelonged to visit, so far away.

Fahimi shared her mother's imagination, and her mind often wandered while she did her daily chores. She took her pet donkey to the nearby springs each morning and gathered water in old clay pots. She then passed by the family orchards to gather the ripened apples and sweet pomegranates, placing them in her donkey's harness. On occasion, while picking fruit, she heard the music of the gypsies. She knew the people in her village despised them: they were rumored to steal fruit, and the villagers feared that one day, they would even steal their children. But Fahimi was entranced by the sounds of their handmade instruments, and instead of walking home, she often changed direction and wandered up the hills to watch the forbidden gypsies. She loved the sight of their fabrics, painted in fuchsia and gold, that hung over their shoulders. When they saw their shy little visitor approaching, they greeted her, eyeing the fruits that she was supposed to carry home. Fahimi was fascinated by the gypsies' hands, both young and old, decorated with tattoos of serpents and flowers, stars and half-moons. She silently watched them reach into her baskets. They held the shiny apples while looking at her, indicating that they would trade the fruit for her very own tattoos. After a few intense, silent moments, she would nod in agreement. And so they put pots on the fire to boil the color out of berries and barks, creating a palette. The band gathered around as the elder gypsy women told tales while inscribing exotic flowers in strangely shaped vases on her inner arms. When they finished, they took turns admiring their work. As she got closer to home (and to the spanking she knew would come), their music faded, but not the memories. Years later, when Fahimi's father was caught courting another woman, Annie packed up Fahimi and her siblings and set out for America — but not before taking a trip up the hills with Fahimi and getting two small roosters tattooed on her own chest. Eventually she became a successful entrepreneur in America, selling linens and fabrics from all over the world: she bought one of the first cars and hired a chauffeur to drive her from house to house to see her customers. She sold everything for a nickel, and thus her name became Annie Nickels. I wanted to be like Annie and Fahimi when I grew up.

I studied Fahimi every day: I watched her walk in her gardens, tending to her Japanese lace maples, her grape vines, and her roses as she kept a close eye on the bulbs she had planted, waiting for them to bloom in the spring. Many people came to see her roses — she even won awards for them — but I always liked the bulbs, living quietly in the darkness until they were ready to bloom. I felt like them, safely hidden just under the surface, blossoming only under her watchful eye. Fahimi had six daughters in addition to my grandmother and no sons. They were strong, tough women, confident and grand. I was wrapped in a cocoon of feminine energy. They all argued a lot, because they were opinionated, but they always left with warm hugs and kisses. No one argued with Fahimi. She was the matriarch, and she was my closest friend.

In the evenings we went to the untouched bedroom of her youngest daughter, Naomi, who had died in childbirth before I was born. We sat in the dark and looked out the window at Fahimi's favorite weeping willow tree as it swayed in the wind. Naomi and her child died at the same moment. For a short period of time, she was laid out in this bedroom, wearing her wedding dress, with her baby in her arms. At night her husband came to the room and rocked his lifeless baby in a rocking chair. They say he went crazy and was never seen again after the burial. As I sat on her lap, not letting on that I was looking at Naomi's picture more than I was looking at the weeping willow tree, I couldn't help thinking that I looked like Naomi, and I wondered if Fahimi thought the same. She rubbed my back with her calloused hands, rough from her work in the garden, and I felt a strange safety despite my eerie surroundings. My time with her was serene and charmed, unlike the discord in my parents' home.

My parents met when my father was finishing law school. He didn't have a large family like my mother; in fact, he knew only his mother. His mother and father had left Lebanon when she was pregnant with him and went to Mexico, where he was born. From there, his parents decided to come to the United States separately because it was easier for a woman alone with a child to gain entry. She settled in the Lebanese community in Brooklyn when he was seven. They never saw my grandfather again. Many years later they found out that he had been killed in a brawl while crossing the Mexican border.

My grandmother and father stayed with nuns she had known from her village, and she worked in a factory. They struggled financially during his childhood, and so my father yearned for a bigger life; he was ambitious, with huge dreams. Mutual family friends had invited him and his mother to my great-grandmother Fahimi's home for a party. He was twenty-eight at the time, and my mother was eighteen. Used to living in Brooklyn, my father kept commenting that my great-grandmother's gardens made him feel as if he was in Hawaii. Evidently that day, he charmed three generations of women, from my mother to my great-grandmother. My mother married him a few months later. I was born the next year, and my brother, Mark, followed just thirteen months later. It was the late 1950s, and my mother, a typical housewife of the era, was happy with her life, and she didn't share my father's glamorous ambitions. After my father established his law practice, he moved us a few blocks away into an imposing house that sat on top of a hill. It was constructed with large stones and had a porch in the back overlooking the woods. I know there must have been lights in my parents' house, but I remember it only as dark.

Their marriage ended abruptly one evening shortly after we moved. I was six years old. I always waited for my father to come home, and as soon as he opened the front door, I would run to him fast enough to feel as if I was flying. He always managed to grab me at just the right moment, lifting me up as high as he could, helping me take flight. He had that kind of power to me: he could make me feel that anything was possible. I didn't know my mother was waiting for him on this particular evening. She had found evidence of an adulterous affair, so when he arrived, they exchanged angry words. I didn't understand; I knew only that something frightening was happening. I panicked as he grabbed some clothes and headed toward the door. My mother and I were both crying, and she ran to her room. I ran to the door, calling him, but he couldn't hear me. I saw his car's taillights vanish in the distance, and I felt a void so deep that all I could do was scream.

He was gone for only a few days before visiting my brother and me, but those few days felt like an eternity. My mother packed up our belongings, and we moved to a small house in another town. My maternal grandfather came to stay with us and help her. She was young and had no way to support us, aside from the little help she received from my father. He often picked us up in his big convertible Cadillac and took us to the park. He acted as if it was a coincidence that he always ran into the same beautiful woman with teased red hair each time we strolled by the duck pond. My mother remained angry at him for breaking up the family and having her dreams shattered.

Within a year, my father married the woman he used to meet in the park, and my mother married a handsome former Marine who was devoted to the family life she craved. She cut my father out of all the family pictures and tried to make believe that he didn't exist. We moved to Long Island, into a neighborhood called Island Trees mostly composed of World War II veterans. Our closely knit neighborhood was home to solid people with old-fashioned values, who became our extended family. Our neighbors were our "aunts and uncles." There were no luxuries. Our life was simple and full of routines. My mother liked to cook an early family dinner, and afterward the neighborhood kids would gather in our yard to play. It was a stable and predictable life, worlds away from the decadent life my father was living in a nearby town.

My parents spent a great deal of time battling for custody and disagreed about every detail of our upbringing, my mother wanting us to be in her world and my father in his. Half the week, I lived in my mother's world. I spent the other half in my father's domain, in one of the most spectacular homes in Kings Point on the Long Island Sound — the land of extravagance that so inspired F. Scott Fitzgerald in the 1920s. We had a full staff, including a chauffeur who drove me to my friends' house. When my father first drove me to the home in Kings Point, he looked at me in the rearview mirror and said, "Kid, I'm taking you to the stars."

I was torn between two people who had an undying dislike for each other, and I never really felt that I belonged in either place. To say I lived at one parent's house meant that the other parent would be angry. My real home became internal, a place inside me, protected. My parents' battles continued for years, and I was caught in the cross fire, trying to figure out how to keep both parents happy. I sat through several courtroom custody battles as my parents stared at me and the judge demanded to know with whom I wanted to live. Inevitably someone would end up hurt. When we weren't in court, I was playing the mediator in this chronic state of war.

I was certain about one thing: my father adored me. He had three more sons with my stepmother, and I was his only daughter. They dressed me up and took me out to the finest restaurants in New York City and to plays and ballets. He was a charismatic man who charmed everyone and made us laugh all the time. He held huge parties at his home, and his childhood friends from Brooklyn came with their children. Everyone stayed for the weekend, listening to the music of Frank Sinatra or being entertained by hired belly dancers. It was a nonstop whirlwind of fun. At the hub was the hero of it all, my father. To him, this was life: having enough wealth to be in the spotlight, the world revolving around him. My father not only loved to be the center of attention, he needed to be. And he was good at it. He told stories about fantastic trials and hour-long summations that had persuaded his juries. On occasion, I went to court and watched his trials. I was intimidated by his ability to destroy someone on the witness stand and shoot me a smile just moments later.

When he wasn't entertaining at home, he was planning exciting vacations. I remember bringing a friend on a trip to the Bahamas when I was twelve. While we were out on a private diving boat with several instructors, my father dropped his small cigarette holder overboard — and then hired divers to find it. The next day he didn't like the lounge chairs by the pool, so he had special chairs flown in from our house on Long Island. When we returned home, my friend told everyone at school what happened. This was the first time I realized how unusual his behavior was.

I went to live with my father and stepmother when I entered high school. My father had convinced my mother that it was best for me to attend a private high school near his house. He had always wanted to oversee my education. On the weekends he sent me to New York University for additional courses in art history and literature because he wanted me to be knowledgeable about current events and culture. As he told me, he wanted me to be an intelligent wife and a good conversationalist at a dinner party. He hadn't considered that I could have a life and use my education for purposes beyond complementing the professional aspirations of a suitable husband.

He used his own education in the law to figure out how to get around it. He wanted to make his own rules. He told my brothers and me not to bother getting driver's licenses and urged us to park in illegal spots. One day I saw yellow paint in his trunk, and when I asked about it, he told me that the curb outside his favorite restaurant was painted red, indicating that parking wasn't allowed. He decided to paint it yellow in the middle of the night so he could park there. He didn't want us to save money or do anything that would give us any independence. He expected us to support anything he did. If talk of my brothers' future came up, the idea that any of them might not work for him was unthinkable. He wanted us dependent on him — or in trouble so he could save us.

Toward the end of my high school years in the 1970s, he began to take his career in a new direction. It started when a man who had been accused of theft wanted my father to defend him. The man had been working at a car dealership, selling nonexistent warranties to car buyers. My father thought this concept was brilliant, and so he adapted the idea but did it legitimately. He contacted auto manufacturers and invited them to his offices to tell them all about "his" new extended warranty program. To prepare for the meetings, he arranged for the other tenants in the building to allow him to break through the walls between their offices and his. This way, it appeared that all the offices were part of his company. He hired actors to fill the desks, and he had my brothers and me hard at work in the downstairs lobby, calling the "offices" over and over again so the phones were ringing.

The auto manufacturers loved it and signed on for his programs. He was building an empire overnight. It would come to be called Republic Warranty, which thousands of car dealerships used and ultimately gave him the empire he sought. He soon had more than 500 employees, and with this success came more grandiose behavior. He loved having so many people to control. I attended one large meeting of new executives without letting on I was his daughter. At one point, when he left the room, they began telling one another that the first names they had used to introduce themselves during the meeting weren't their actual names. They all said my father had told them there were too many people with their name in the company, and he assigned a new name for them to use. The men were perplexed, but I knew my father had done this just for the pure enjoyment of knowing that he could.

Meanwhile, I took an apartment in Manhattan and enrolled at the New School for Social Research. I was studying psychology and obtained an internship that allowed me to help start the first shelter for battered women in New York City. I helped the women and their children get settled in apartments the shelter provided for them at the Henry Street Settlement in Lower Manhattan. I enjoyed the time I spent with these families more than I enjoyed the world of superficial people who surrounded my father. When I was honored at my school at a luncheon with 200 people, my mother and stepfather, always supportive, attended. My father, as usual, was too busy and made no effort to come. I knew he adored me and would light up when I walked in the room, but I craved something more from this elusive man.

My father relocated to California with my stepmother and their three young sons while I was still in college, moving into one of the fabulous Rat Pack houses in Palm Springs. I stayed in New York to study. In addition to my class work, I attended the Gestalt Institute and the Rational Emotive Institute and explored new theories of humanistic psychology. I was trying to make sense of my bizarre upbringing, I suppose. My father continued his decadent lifestyle in California until he was again caught having an affair, and my stepmother and he divorced. He began traveling more to New York and often took my friends and me out for dinner and to private nightclubs. My friends adored him and all his charisma. There were few other people who were as much fun or as entertaining as he was, and I had become so used to his grand gestures that other men's lives seemed mundane. That is, until I met the prince.

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Table of Contents


Author's Note     IX
Some Memories     1
The Prince     11
Meeting Marwan     27
The Marriage     47
The Peace Signing     63
Mrs. Arafat     81
Baha Kikhia     99
Arriving in the Middle East     121
Finding My Way     143
Queen Dina     159
The Peacemakers     175
Toujan al-Faisal     195
Going Home     209
Epilogue     227
Palestinian and Israeli: Organizations Working for Peace     239
Acknowledgments     255
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Introduction

Introduction:

Deborah Kanafani is a Lebanese-American woman, born and raised in New York. In her 20s, she was swept into the world of high-powered diplomats and dignitaries, marrying the handsome and charismatic Palestinian Marwan Kanafani, a former soccer star for the Egyptian national team who was then the director of the Arab League and who would go on to become Yasir Arafat's chief advisor. But Marwan Kanafani was a traditional Middle Eastern man, and as his wife, Deborah Kanafani was compelled to give up her friends and American sense of independence, dividing her time between Washington, D.C., and the Middle East, attending posh parties with world leaders but always kept on the sidelines.

The happiest part of the 14 years she was married, aside from her two children, was that along the way, Deborah Kanafani became friends with many of the wives of the high-powered men her husband worked with. Raymonda Tawil, a glamorous, fiercely independent older Palestinian woman who had been trying to create a dialogue with the Israelis for years. Her rebellious daughter, Suha, would secretly marry Arafat and become a close friend as well. Queen Dina of Jordan was King Hussein's first wife, before Queen Noor, and was a role model after whom Deborah named her own daughter.

But 14 years into the marriage, Deborah broke free from her traditional husband something a woman in the Middle East does not have the right to do.

Then, in 1997, in the midst of a project to interview the wives of Arab leaders, Deborah Kanafani traveled to the Middle East and sent her children to spend time with their father, then living on the West Bank. He refused to return the children to her, as heis allowed to do under Islamic Law. For the next three years, she stayed on in the West Bank, trying to get her children back, confronting the harsh reality of being a woman with no rights in the Muslim world. In the end, the women whose voices she had been recording — the wives of the powerful men — became her saviors, and with their help she was eventually able to bring her children back to America.

Discussion Questions:

1) From where does Deborah Kanafani get her strength and courage to fight for women's rights around the globe?

2) What influence did Deborah's parents have on her? Their divorce? What was Deborah's relationship with her father like? How did it influence her choice of men? Did her upbringing affect her decision to enter the political world? How did it affect her once she became a mother herself?

3) Discuss Kanafani's initial portrayal of Marwan. Why was Deborah attracted to Marwan, someone she believed to be "a devourer of women" (pg. 29)?

4) What do you believe motivates Marwan to play such an important role in Palestinian government? Is he trying to honor his brother's memory? Does he want to be in control? What other reasons might there be?

5) Deborah refers to her upcoming marriage as "[her] new job" (pg. 48). What does she mean by this? Is this a role she's happy to accept? What sacrifices do you think she was prepared to make? How do they compare to the ones she actually had to make?

6) Many well-known global figures are depicted in Unveiled, such as Yasir and Suha Arafat. Did you have strong opinions about these people before reading the book? If so, did your beliefs change?

7) "A Palestinian human rights group surveyed Palestinian men in 1997, and 25.3 percent agreed that family had the right to kill a female family member who had shamed them" (pg. 148). Did this information surprise you? How familiar were you with "honor killings" before reading Unveiled? Considering this statement, as well as the other statistics Deborah shares to illustrate the unequal treatment of women, were you surprised by the many outspoken women with whom Deborah met?

8) Deborah spent time with many well-known women who shared their struggles and triumphs, such as Queen Dina, Raymonda Tawil, Suha Arafat, Toujan al-Faisal, and others. Did one person's story touch you more than the others? If so, why?

9) How were Deborah's friends treated by their husbands? Were the women respected? Were their opinions welcomed? If you believe they were, how does this conflict with the laws aimed at keeping women "hidden and silent" (pg. 201)?

10) Toujan tells Deborah "the only way to change our laws is through attention from outsiders" (pg. 204). Is this statement accurate? Unveiled covers two decades of Deborah's life in the political world. Do you see any changes in the way women are treated from the early 1980s to 2000?

11) Were you surprised to learn about the all Israeli and Palestinian groups working for peace? Why do you think they are not featured in the U.S. media?

12) How did her upbringing affect her belief in coexistence programs between Israelis and Palestinians?

13) Do you think peace is possible in the Middle East after reading this book?

14) Does Deborah grow as an individual throughout the book? If so, how? What was her tipping point?

Enhance Your Book Club:

1) In Unveiled, Deborah Kanafani shares stories of her many travels overseas. Compile a list of the historical sites she visits, and have each book club member research the political and religious importance of each site.

2) The 1993 peace agreement between Israel and Palestine is a very important chapter in Unveiled. Try to find coverage of this event on either the Internet or at your local library, and watch the press conference before discussing the book.

3) If you would like to become involved in organizations working for peace in the Middle East, please visit the sites mentioned in the Appendix. You can read in-depth interviews with people involved with these organizations at www.justvision.org/profile.

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Reading Group Guide

Introduction:

Deborah Kanafani is a Lebanese-American woman, born and raised in New York. In her 20s, she was swept into the world of high-powered diplomats and dignitaries, marrying the handsome and charismatic Palestinian Marwan Kanafani, a former soccer star for the Egyptian national team who was then the director of the Arab League and who would go on to become Yasir Arafat's chief advisor. But Marwan Kanafani was a traditional Middle Eastern man, and as his wife, Deborah Kanafani was compelled to give up her friends and American sense of independence, dividing her time between Washington, D.C., and the Middle East, attending posh parties with world leaders but always kept on the sidelines.

The happiest part of the 14 years she was married, aside from her two children, was that along the way, Deborah Kanafani became friends with many of the wives of the high-powered men her husband worked with. Raymonda Tawil, a glamorous, fiercely independent older Palestinian woman who had been trying to create a dialogue with the Israelis for years. Her rebellious daughter, Suha, would secretly marry Arafat and become a close friend as well. Queen Dina of Jordan was King Hussein's first wife, before Queen Noor, and was a role model after whom Deborah named her own daughter.

But 14 years into the marriage, Deborah broke free from her traditional husband something a woman in the Middle East does not have the right to do.

Then, in 1997, in the midst of a project to interview the wives of Arab leaders, Deborah Kanafani traveled to the Middle East and sent her children to spend time with their father, then living on the West Bank. He refused to return the children to her, as he is allowed to do under Islamic Law. For the next three years, she stayed on in the West Bank, trying to get her children back, confronting the harsh reality of being a woman with no rights in the Muslim world. In the end, the women whose voices she had been recording — the wives of the powerful men — became her saviors, and with their help she was eventually able to bring her children back to America.

Discussion Questions:

1) From where does Deborah Kanafani get her strength and courage to fight for women's rights around the globe?

2) What influence did Deborah's parents have on her? Their divorce? What was Deborah's relationship with her father like? How did it influence her choice of men? Did her upbringing affect her decision to enter the political world? How did it affect her once she became a mother herself?

3) Discuss Kanafani's initial portrayal of Marwan. Why was Deborah attracted to Marwan, someone she believed to be "a devourer of women" (pg. 29)?

4) What do you believe motivates Marwan to play such an important role in Palestinian government? Is he trying to honor his brother's memory? Does he want to be in control? What other reasons might there be?

5) Deborah refers to her upcoming marriage as "[her] new job" (pg. 48). What does she mean by this? Is this a role she's happy to accept? What sacrifices do you think she was prepared to make? How do they compare to the ones she actually had to make?

6) Many well-known global figures are depicted in Unveiled, such as Yasir and Suha Arafat. Did you have strong opinions about these people before reading the book? If so, did your beliefs change?

7) "A Palestinian human rights group surveyed Palestinian men in 1997, and 25.3 percent agreed that family had the right to kill a female family member who had shamed them" (pg. 148). Did this information surprise you? How familiar were you with "honor killings" before reading Unveiled? Considering this statement, as well as the other statistics Deborah shares to illustrate the unequal treatment of women, were you surprised by the many outspoken women with whom Deborah met?

8) Deborah spent time with many well-known women who shared their struggles and triumphs, such as Queen Dina, Raymonda Tawil, Suha Arafat, Toujan al-Faisal, and others. Did one person's story touch you more than the others? If so, why?

9) How were Deborah's friends treated by their husbands? Were the women respected? Were their opinions welcomed? If you believe they were, how does this conflict with the laws aimed at keeping women "hidden and silent" (pg. 201)?

10) Toujan tells Deborah "the only way to change our laws is through attention from outsiders" (pg. 204). Is this statement accurate? Unveiled covers two decades of Deborah's life in the political world. Do you see any changes in the way women are treated from the early 1980s to 2000?

11) Were you surprised to learn about the all Israeli and Palestinian groups working for peace? Why do you think they are not featured in the U.S. media?

12) How did her upbringing affect her belief in coexistence programs between Israelis and Palestinians?

13) Do you think peace is possible in the Middle East after reading this book?

14) Does Deborah grow as an individual throughout the book? If so, how? What was her tipping point?

Enhance Your Book Club:

1) In Unveiled, Deborah Kanafani shares stories of her many travels overseas. Compile a list of the historical sites she visits, and have each book club member research the political and religious importance of each site.

2) The 1993 peace agreement between Israel and Palestine is a very important chapter in Unveiled. Try to find coverage of this event on either the Internet or at your local library, and watch the press conference before discussing the book.

3) If you would like to become involved in organizations working for peace in the Middle East, please visit the sites mentioned in the Appendix. You can read in-depth interviews with people involved with these organizations at www.justvision.org/profile.

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  • Posted February 9, 2011

    Compelling and Intelligent

    This is a compelling story about a woman that enters a world of high powered politics through a marriage and watches her life sometimes as an outsider. She forms friendships wiith the wives of Arab leaders and is impressed by their personal courage. Deborah eventually gets divorced and visits these women in the Middle East to write abook about their courage. The unexpected happens and she ends up spending several years in the Middle East. I think this book covered a lot of ground from political history to intimate talks with wives of Arab leaders. Never dry, it's visual, entertaining,and full of colorful characters. It was a fast read as I wanted to see how Deborah worked her way through the powerful men, laws and loss she faced. I highly recommend the book

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