When Silence Hurts More Than Sin: Why Our Daughters Need Honest Sex Education
I have sat in too many living rooms where proud fathers delivered lectures about honour while their daughters stared at the floor, their questions trapped behind tight lips. In Pakistan, India and Bangladesh—whether at home or in immigrant communities abroad—one rule seems carved in stone: forbid pork and forbid any conversation about sex. The first injunction belongs to faith; the second is a cultural add‑on, yet it is enforced with even greater zeal.
Islam does not outlaw knowledge. If there is a ḥadīth that bans sex education, I have never seen it—and I have searched. What I have seen are girls who reach adulthood without knowing what virginity means, how manipulation works or how predators cloak themselves in the language of temporary love. When those girls lose what society calls their “honour,” they are neither consoled nor questioned with compassion; they are simply condemned.
A familiar pattern unfolds. A young man flatters a girl—beautiful, unique, destined to be his. She believes the future he paints, but his real interest is her body. When she trusts him enough to give in, he departs as suddenly as he arrived. The community does not interrogate him; it indicts her. If she is fortunate, she survives the scandal. If she is not, she is poisoned or shot—or kept alive only to be reminded daily that she is filthy, nâ‑pâk, unworthy.
That slow death rarely finds a headline. It takes the form of depression, unhealed trauma, somatic illnesses that baffle physicians, isolation that curdles into hatred, and thoughts of ending a life that seems already finished. She tries to build walls high enough to protect herself, and the same society that wounded her asks why she cannot find a ‘good husband.’ She no longer believes good men exist.
Our religion never mandated this ignorance. The wives of the Prophet ﷺ discussed menstruation, intimacy and female pleasure openly; their teachings fill pages of respected collections. Islam is complete; it is our culture that remains incomplete. Knowledge about sex is not an invitation to sin but a shield against exploitation, a toolkit for dignity.
Change begins with upending the double standard that raises girls on fear and guilt while raising boys on freedom and entitlement. Children of all genders must learn how genuine love feels, how manipulation sounds, why sex itself is not dirty but coercion is, and why virginity is a personal matter rather than a certificate presented for inspection.
To every parent reading this: sex education will not rob your child of innocence—ignorance will. Talk to your daughters before a stranger does; teach your sons to respect rather than to conquer. Islam commands us to seek knowledge from cradle to grave, not to bury it under shame. An honest conversation today can save a lifetime of silent suffering tomorrow.
Every time a girl cries alone because no one equipped her with words, every time a father looks at his daughter with disgust instead of grace, a part of her soul dies—and that is a tragedy entirely of our own making. One candid dialogue could have prevented it. Let us choose candour over silence before another life is buried alive in guilt.