That's her after around 24 operations.
Sunday, 23 September 2012
An Interview With Souad - The Victim of "Honor"
I know that most of you might not understand, but that's just to have an idea about the person I wrote about in my previous post - Burned Alive.
That's her after around 24 operations.
That's her after around 24 operations.
Brûlée Vive / Burned Alive
I've read a book during the weekend that I'm not even done with, yet I'm already touched - bone-deep.
I'm just going to talk about the author, Souad.
A Muslim, Arab girl who had been tortured as a kid by her father. She was forced to do all the menial work with her sisters. She was also illiterate, since it was "taboo" in her village to educate a girl.
It was almost impossible for her to leave their farmhouse, and if she did, her head had to be down, she would speak to no one, and she would wear no shoes, or else, she would be called "charmuta" (slut) - as mentioned in the book - by the villagers.
Growing up in an extremely narrow-minded village, with a pugnacious father, Souad's one-candle-wish was to get married. It wasn't a fantasy, though, since it was also shameful (in their village) for a wife to go to her parents for help, in case her husband harmed her. Yet, she still wanted to be married to rid herself of her harsh life.
A man named Fayez proposed to her, but she couldn't marry him until her elder sis got married. It was a custom they could not escape.
Souad, curious, spied on Fayez from the terrace while doing some housework.. She tried her best not to be noticeable.
Until one day, he noticed her and made an almost-obvious gesture, wanting to meet her.
Their rendezvous was in a grassy area - where no one would reach.
She mindlessly fell in love with him - and of course she would - since she had been never celebrated for who she was, never thanked, never loved. She probably found a future in his eyes; therefore, he knew she would obey him.
Fayez, the opposite of what Souad thought, after deflowering her, he would still get her to do what he wanted.
After their third sexual intercourse, Souad started feeling giddy, lazy, and heavy..
She wouldn't know she was pregnant of course, she was an illiterate teenager.
Later, a spot appeared on her nose - that was when she knew she was pregnant - since it had appeared on her eldest sister's face when she was pregnant.
Unfortunately, when she went to talk out to who she thought was a lover, he betrayed her..
He avoided her gestures - although he promised to talk to her dad about making the marriage sooner.
She could hide her growing tummy for up to 5 months.. Until it was no longer escapable.
Her parents 'investigated' with her.. she still wouldn't say the truth. They even asked her to prove that she wasn't pregnant by showing them her menstrual blood.
For Souad's surprise, her father did not hit her with his cane nor did he torture her.
Yet, one day, she overheard her parents talking to her brother-in-law about her.. telling him to "do it"
But do what?
She was drowned in fear, awaiting what Hussein (her brother-in-law) would "do"
The next day, while she was washing the clothes..
Hussein showed up.. she didn't raise her eyes, she was ashamed.. embarrassed.. she even preferred to die.
He told her that he would "take care of her"
And it wasn't long until he poured gasoline over her, and lit it.
She ran in flames.. fell unconscious.. and she had no idea who were the women who took her to the hospital.
The more shocking part was that, even in the hospital, no one was allowed to treat her, or any other "charmuta." They were just waiting for her to die, to relieve her family from the shame she had brought to them. They were too hooked on "Honor" not knowing that THAT was the result of their customs and traditions.
Her family, weren't really satisfied with what Hussein did to her. Her mom tried to make her drink a water-like poison.
Luckily, her parents got prohibited from visiting her.
Moving forward, within two weeks (approx.), Souad gave birth, without even knowing that she did.
The baby pushed himself alone, she could only feel mild stabs in her stomach, then a creature between her thighs.
Of course, they took her baby away from her.
One day, Jaqueline, a western humanitarian, heard of Souad's story, and wanted to do anything to help her - although she knew it was almost impossible to do so, since even everyone was pitying Souad's family, and not her.
After a struggle, Jaqueline, with the help of a young doctor, first transferred Souad to another Israeli hospital, where they could actually treat her and not leave her to rot. Second, they went to Souad's family, persuaded them to sign some documents in order to take Souad out of the country (since she was a minor.)
They weren't convinced of course, but they tricked them into thinking that it was going to be better for them to let Souad die far away, and to preserve their so-called dignity.
Also, Jaqueline could finally find Souad's son, Marouan.
With the help of Israelis, Souad's visa and her son's were successful.
Souad, Marouan, and Jaqueline flew to Switzerland, for her therapy.
Souad did not know that there were other countries aside from Palestine. That was how illiterate she was, because of her family.
And that was when her second real life began.
After reading some reviews, I noticed that many blamed Islam for this..
Just to make it clear, Islam never put such customs nor traditions, it doesn't even encourage male dominance nor torture.
Such lifestyle does not define our religion, it simply demonstrates the ignorance and narrow-mindedness of some Arab countries. Violating women's rights, torturing and killing.. that is not even close to Islam.
Yes, we do have punishments for committing adultery, but we also have "forgiveness."
As mentioned in Quran:
"Allah accepts the repentance of those who do evil in ignorance"
Let me know of what you think
Alia
I'm just going to talk about the author, Souad.
A Muslim, Arab girl who had been tortured as a kid by her father. She was forced to do all the menial work with her sisters. She was also illiterate, since it was "taboo" in her village to educate a girl.
It was almost impossible for her to leave their farmhouse, and if she did, her head had to be down, she would speak to no one, and she would wear no shoes, or else, she would be called "charmuta" (slut) - as mentioned in the book - by the villagers.
Growing up in an extremely narrow-minded village, with a pugnacious father, Souad's one-candle-wish was to get married. It wasn't a fantasy, though, since it was also shameful (in their village) for a wife to go to her parents for help, in case her husband harmed her. Yet, she still wanted to be married to rid herself of her harsh life.
A man named Fayez proposed to her, but she couldn't marry him until her elder sis got married. It was a custom they could not escape.
Souad, curious, spied on Fayez from the terrace while doing some housework.. She tried her best not to be noticeable.
Until one day, he noticed her and made an almost-obvious gesture, wanting to meet her.
Their rendezvous was in a grassy area - where no one would reach.
She mindlessly fell in love with him - and of course she would - since she had been never celebrated for who she was, never thanked, never loved. She probably found a future in his eyes; therefore, he knew she would obey him.
Fayez, the opposite of what Souad thought, after deflowering her, he would still get her to do what he wanted.
After their third sexual intercourse, Souad started feeling giddy, lazy, and heavy..
She wouldn't know she was pregnant of course, she was an illiterate teenager.
Later, a spot appeared on her nose - that was when she knew she was pregnant - since it had appeared on her eldest sister's face when she was pregnant.
Unfortunately, when she went to talk out to who she thought was a lover, he betrayed her..
He avoided her gestures - although he promised to talk to her dad about making the marriage sooner.
She could hide her growing tummy for up to 5 months.. Until it was no longer escapable.
Her parents 'investigated' with her.. she still wouldn't say the truth. They even asked her to prove that she wasn't pregnant by showing them her menstrual blood.
For Souad's surprise, her father did not hit her with his cane nor did he torture her.
Yet, one day, she overheard her parents talking to her brother-in-law about her.. telling him to "do it"
But do what?
She was drowned in fear, awaiting what Hussein (her brother-in-law) would "do"
The next day, while she was washing the clothes..
Hussein showed up.. she didn't raise her eyes, she was ashamed.. embarrassed.. she even preferred to die.
He told her that he would "take care of her"
And it wasn't long until he poured gasoline over her, and lit it.
She ran in flames.. fell unconscious.. and she had no idea who were the women who took her to the hospital.
The more shocking part was that, even in the hospital, no one was allowed to treat her, or any other "charmuta." They were just waiting for her to die, to relieve her family from the shame she had brought to them. They were too hooked on "Honor" not knowing that THAT was the result of their customs and traditions.
Her family, weren't really satisfied with what Hussein did to her. Her mom tried to make her drink a water-like poison.
Luckily, her parents got prohibited from visiting her.
Moving forward, within two weeks (approx.), Souad gave birth, without even knowing that she did.
The baby pushed himself alone, she could only feel mild stabs in her stomach, then a creature between her thighs.
Of course, they took her baby away from her.
One day, Jaqueline, a western humanitarian, heard of Souad's story, and wanted to do anything to help her - although she knew it was almost impossible to do so, since even everyone was pitying Souad's family, and not her.
After a struggle, Jaqueline, with the help of a young doctor, first transferred Souad to another Israeli hospital, where they could actually treat her and not leave her to rot. Second, they went to Souad's family, persuaded them to sign some documents in order to take Souad out of the country (since she was a minor.)
They weren't convinced of course, but they tricked them into thinking that it was going to be better for them to let Souad die far away, and to preserve their so-called dignity.
Also, Jaqueline could finally find Souad's son, Marouan.
With the help of Israelis, Souad's visa and her son's were successful.
Souad, Marouan, and Jaqueline flew to Switzerland, for her therapy.
Souad did not know that there were other countries aside from Palestine. That was how illiterate she was, because of her family.
And that was when her second real life began.
......
Just to make it clear, Islam never put such customs nor traditions, it doesn't even encourage male dominance nor torture.
Such lifestyle does not define our religion, it simply demonstrates the ignorance and narrow-mindedness of some Arab countries. Violating women's rights, torturing and killing.. that is not even close to Islam.
Yes, we do have punishments for committing adultery, but we also have "forgiveness."
As mentioned in Quran:
"Allah accepts the repentance of those who do evil in ignorance"
And, Souad, an ignorant teenager who should've been advised and loved by her parents, who should've been educated to know her own good, who should've been taken care of, is surely not to be punished.
Especially that she was emotionally and mentally victimized by a man who dragged her into doing what she wouldn't have done.
Let me know of what you think
Alia
Monday, 2 April 2012
Isolated
Here's another short story
Inspired by Mein Kampf {My Struggle - Adolf Hitler}
...............................
They are all I'm asked to deal with.. these scenes of humiliation. My heart shatters and breaks.. its beats get stationed.. its hope gets crippled.. its memories stumble down & scatter to every vein.. I am no longer sane.
They come & then they leave.. they go & then they feel; what exactly are they trying to reveal? I welcomed them at the risk of my own trust.. I shared my pain & they fed me more of it.. I carried on & I'm to blame.. for what specifically? I don't know.
Brutality of theirs, mine it is now..
apathy, pride, selfishness & greed.
Lord forgave me for I have sinned, yet these weak beasts can never do. I am writing this now while I'm in isolation. I am not whining.. I am not aching, I am, however, trying to prove a point.. trying to change the world's shallow understandings.
What is it that they fight about? what is it that they kill for? what is it that they try to defeat each other for? it is all superficial.. it is all unworthy.. if it were in my hands, I would blow some senses in their empty heads..
They judge the person and not the idea, they hate on the facts and create their own myths..
They confidently despise, & they publicly express the hatred.. They confidently criticize, & in shame they hide their deficiencies.
There is no realness
There is no genuineness
There is no compromising
There is no open-mindedness
There is only a show, a repeated scenario, & dissatisfaction.
I did not benefit from human beings.. I did not learn from them except to worsen..to worsen.. to worsen.
Inspired by Mein Kampf {My Struggle - Adolf Hitler}
...............................
They are all I'm asked to deal with.. these scenes of humiliation. My heart shatters and breaks.. its beats get stationed.. its hope gets crippled.. its memories stumble down & scatter to every vein.. I am no longer sane.
They come & then they leave.. they go & then they feel; what exactly are they trying to reveal? I welcomed them at the risk of my own trust.. I shared my pain & they fed me more of it.. I carried on & I'm to blame.. for what specifically? I don't know.
Brutality of theirs, mine it is now..
apathy, pride, selfishness & greed.
Lord forgave me for I have sinned, yet these weak beasts can never do. I am writing this now while I'm in isolation. I am not whining.. I am not aching, I am, however, trying to prove a point.. trying to change the world's shallow understandings.
What is it that they fight about? what is it that they kill for? what is it that they try to defeat each other for? it is all superficial.. it is all unworthy.. if it were in my hands, I would blow some senses in their empty heads..
They judge the person and not the idea, they hate on the facts and create their own myths..
They confidently despise, & they publicly express the hatred.. They confidently criticize, & in shame they hide their deficiencies.
There is no realness
There is no genuineness
There is no compromising
There is no open-mindedness
There is only a show, a repeated scenario, & dissatisfaction.
I did not benefit from human beings.. I did not learn from them except to worsen..to worsen.. to worsen.
Friday, 13 January 2012
What is it that you look for in me?
Psst-- I'm feverish on bed at 3:13:59 AM & thought of blogging since so many things are flying in & out (my mind). Anyhow, I hope such randomness makes sense to ya'll :)
.................
You cannot judge the bitterness of what you never tasted, you cannot name a heart 'incorrigible' when you never tried 'change'
You ask 'what is love?" & all I'd say is: it is courage
Love knows no cowards
& you'll probably ask who the hell are those cowards..
You're one of them
You hide behind the cruelty of pride
You choose not facing up to what you committed; instead, you claim how exposed to mistakes you are.. Yet when it is someone else's turn to display their flaws, they're forsaken..forgotten.
So let me now ask you, do you believe in To Err Is Human only when it comes to you?
You'd say no, for you're locked up with pride..at all costs
Then good luck struggling with yourself by yourself
Good luck trying to detach yourself from the fear of your emotions being revealed
& good luck trying to keep yourself busy with what you cannot benefit from
Cause as soon as you meet up with reality, it's going to be your downfall.
This.. I did not choose for you
But tragedy you chose for me
& after the tragedy you came, recognizing my existence...
With disappointment you stood
Seeing me with the happiness you promised to fulfill
& that promise you blew, I caught from elsewhere
Very funny how you once thought it was funny
When I said love's not for cowards.
& now, when you ask 'What is it that you look for in me?'
I'd say nothing
Cause I found in others what you refused to possess
I found courage.
-The End- :D
.................
You cannot judge the bitterness of what you never tasted, you cannot name a heart 'incorrigible' when you never tried 'change'
You ask 'what is love?" & all I'd say is: it is courage
Love knows no cowards
& you'll probably ask who the hell are those cowards..
You're one of them
You hide behind the cruelty of pride
You choose not facing up to what you committed; instead, you claim how exposed to mistakes you are.. Yet when it is someone else's turn to display their flaws, they're forsaken..forgotten.
So let me now ask you, do you believe in To Err Is Human only when it comes to you?
You'd say no, for you're locked up with pride..at all costs
Then good luck struggling with yourself by yourself
Good luck trying to detach yourself from the fear of your emotions being revealed
& good luck trying to keep yourself busy with what you cannot benefit from
Cause as soon as you meet up with reality, it's going to be your downfall.
This.. I did not choose for you
But tragedy you chose for me
& after the tragedy you came, recognizing my existence...
With disappointment you stood
Seeing me with the happiness you promised to fulfill
& that promise you blew, I caught from elsewhere
Very funny how you once thought it was funny
When I said love's not for cowards.
& now, when you ask 'What is it that you look for in me?'
I'd say nothing
Cause I found in others what you refused to possess
I found courage.
-The End- :D
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