Against the white sand, the contours of my fathers body were well defined, emphasizing its existence, an independent solid existence in a world where everything was liquid, where the blue of the sea melted into the blue of the sky with nothing between. This independent existence was to become the outer world, the world of my father, of land, country, religion, language, moral codes. It was to become the world around me. A world made of male bodies in which my female body lived. Nawal El Saadawi