The Catholic fundamentalists of Poland are having their glorious day, stampeding over the women's rights. A Muslim fundamentalist like me feels just contempt. I have no words to qualify them. The scum of humanity.
There is no alternative, I say, and every day dawns to strengthen this persuasion. There is no alternative to the life I'm living, and the only practicable way is the way up. I am condemned to become even better scholar, hemmed in my small world of the best universities. Otherwise, what? I won't let the Poles have me at their mercy.
That long macabre story of Polish aborted foetuses accompanies me since I was a child. All along my adult life, I smuggled packages of contraceptive pills into Poland: from Portugal, from Spain, later on from Saudi Arabia. I haven't been to gynaecologist for over a decade.
This is a country to turn my back on, biblically: leave that place and shake the dust off your feet as a testimony against them.