The Stoning of Soraya M. was not just an eye opening movie for me regarding the brutality of Sharia Law.
It filled me with a rage that I have never felt before. It made me sick for the innocent women who are railroaded into star-chamber, Judicial Committee™-like tribunals that are orchestrated to allow men to get rid of a wife they no longer desire. It made me feel contempt for the culture that raises boys and girls to believe that misogyny is normal, and that to disrespect your mother and all the other females in your life is a god-given right.
It made me want to learn Arabic. So many immigrant women from Arabic-speaking countries are not allowed by their husbands to learn to speak English, and if they do understand English, they will only whisper to you when the husband isn't around. I've met many of them after they have their babies. Their husbands speak for them, and claim to "translate" for them. I often had the feeling that the women did not feel free to express themselves in the presence of their husband. They seldom made eye contact, and when they did, all I could feel was fear and pleading from them. Even when I requested an interpreter for them, I often felt that I couldn't trust the translator.
I hate that the mentality that embraces Sharia Law is making a foothold in the west. I hate that all the strides we've made for gender equality could be dismantled within a generation if politicized Islamists have sufficient electoral support.