One should bear in mind that The Arabian Nights is a reflection of the culture in which it was written. And that culture—deeply traditional—assigned women a lowly, subordinate status. Little wonder, then, that women in The Arabian Nights are presented as decidedly inferior to their menfolk, their whole identities imposed upon them by a rigidly patriarchal society. The nearest we get to a proto-feminist is Scheherazade, who uses her undoubted wit and intelligence to captivate the king as well as saving the lives of the women he's so shamefully used and abused.
Yet even Scheherazade's life is not her own. There's absolutely nothing whatsoever to prevent the king from summarily putting her to death as he's done to countless other women. All that separates Scheherazade from execution is her talent as a story-teller; without that, she'd be history. However intelligent, witty, and resourceful she may be, Scheherazade's life—as with the life of every woman in this society—is entirely in the hands of the king.