yeah its for real .... a sex bomb

All right one can understand that being raped, shamed, prisoned and traded by your own father and brothers can easily lead to manipulating psychologically these doomed female suicide bombers. YES I understand that the fact of blowing themselves up is not because they are seeking paradise or "72 virgin males", its just for the sake of fleeing the hell of their lives on Earth, and I really sympathize with them BUT where the hell did they get such ideas from ....

'In paradise the male martyr gets 72 virgins but the female martyr becomes queen of those virgins. The rest of the virgins are her maids and they wait on her. She is the best and most beloved.'
OMG total nonsense, bullshit, what the hell is that, then you are a queen in heaven becuz u blowed yourself up and killed Jews and Americans, now u r to be the queen of virgins, great...good luck on that pathetic moron.... but since u will be their queen, u better stay a virgin cuz that would just be the ultimate dream, you will be the virgin queen of virgins for sick male martyrs in heaven. Have u ever wondered what these virgins will be for the male creatures in "heaven"?! ... good luck with that.

'In our religion it is forbidden for a girl's body to be uncovered even at home. How could a girl allow her body to be smashed to pieces and then collected up by Jews? This is absolutely forbidden.'
Right, in YOUR RELIGION its forbidden to be a female, you should be bured alive the moment u were born, how dare u come to this world without a "P" ...and surrrrrre a piece of your naked arm or finger, a bone from your torn skull or piece of your naked brain "if it is there at the first place" would just work on turning on jews who would go crazy jumping up and down in joy, running to collect your naked pieces from streets and kiss it in joy .... DAMMIT PEOPLE ARE U REAL!!!!!

'With a man it's different. For us, a girl can't show her leg or wear a short T-shirt. How can you then be a good Muslim woman and expose your body to the world? What Manal was doing recruiting those girls was wrong,'
YES thats exactly why its not right, u cant blow yourself into 1000 unidentified pieces and be a good Muslim ... DUH ... what the hell were u thinking...these pieces will be NAKED woman.....sorry guess u better wait till they invent a bomb that will blow u up wrapped in ur black filthy clothes, otherwise...sorry heaven is already full with male bombers, there is no place for u ... WOMAN yuck ....#F@F@@!#$shit

SOURCE:
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-1138298/Face-face-women-suicide-bombers.html

Extracts from Mona Eltahawy's Blog that I love...

• I was born into a Muslim family and I choose to remain a Muslim, a proud one. But I cannot believe that God considers two women to be equal to one man for example, as advocated by those who say it takes the testimony of two women to equal that of one man. To do so would require a turning off of my intellect, stooping to a pretence that I reject. And I cannot believe that God has given a man the right to discipline me if I am “rebellious” or “disobedient” as our You Tube imams and scholars claim with their various sermons on what can be used to exact that discipline.
• There are many things in other holy books that believers have let go in the recognition that they are no longer acceptable in our world today. And the Quran is no different. And many of our imams and scholars have indulged in such contextualizing of their own plenty of times and regarding many issues. But there is always one exception – they are fixated on women and on nailing our feet to the 7th century instead of leaving us be in the 21st.
• One of their biggest ruses is that old axiom “Islam is for all times and places”. My answer: yes, the essential message of Islam is for all times and all places but there are some things in the Quran that even they would agree were specific to their time and place. Their retort would be that I can’t pick and choose but must take it all or leave it. The “all” that I would have to take of course would be determined by them and it is full of what they have picked and chosen.
• From the near obsession with the way a woman dresses you would think that half the Quran was dedicated to a woman’s wardrobe whereas there are in fact just two verses that deal with a woman’s dress.
• My faith resides deep in my heart, but it has been hard at times to reconcile my heart with my mind, which too often recoils at the blatant misogyny that centuries of male-dominated interpretation of my religion have wrought. We are taught that Islam gave women rights more than 1,400 years ago that made them the envy of women in Europe’s Dark Ages. When European women were mere chattel, Muslim women gained the right to inherit and own property. But now the descendants of those women who envied Muslim women in the seventh century have moved far ahead. Where is that spirit of the early days of Islam?
• If God included us in the narrative, who has kept us out? Answer: The imams and scholars and their ilk around the world who have let the Muslim world down. Their apathy and disinclination to speak out against misogyny in the name of Islam long ago turned many of us off and encouraged us to move beyond them and towards setting our own agenda.
• “I am not the Quran in motion,” I would tell them.
And when I had decided, after years of struggling with it, that I would remove my hijab, my biggest fight was with myself. I wished I could keep it on so that I could “show” the West/non-Muslims and everyone really that you could be intelligent, stylish and wear hijab. But the distance between the external “me” and the internal “me” – who I felt myself to be – had grown too far and it was time to reconcile the outside with the inside, without any need to prove anything to anyone but to be true to myself. The liberators assured me I looked so much better with the headscarf off which just added to my guilt exponentially. In fact, I deliberately went to a bad hairdresser so that no one – read: I – would think I’d taken off my hijab because I wanted to look good or anything that frivolous.
• For too many Muslims, if my hair is uncovered, I’m not Muslim enough. For too many non-Muslims, if my hair is uncovered, then I’m that rare example of a “free” Muslim woman.

Source:
http://www.monaeltahawy.com/

NOT Kissing the Frog ....

In the happily-ever- after fairytales that they deluded our childhood and some adulthood with, it's usually a beautiful teenage princess who needs rescuing and a charming brave handsome prince -who is a warty frog waiting for a magical kiss-. Such tales usually include a castle, a gallant horse, a villain, a fairy godmother or wise mentor, and yeah nice singing bees and flowers. They meet by a stroke of fate and fall in love without considering faith, values, cultural background or emotional baggage and sure since both are well off why the hell would they consider financials. So in no time they develop a lasting commitment, trust and unconditional love, and sure live happily ever after since the only obstacle is the witch ... is gone. Uh there is no need to point out that the simple success of their relationship is entirely built on outward beauty and status. … so bare with me

Now… if we are to reconsider the "Fairy tale" and go with it through time till we reach the 21st century. I guess I will be having one version of the story here but with different possible endings. Lets see …hmmmm uh, so fast-forward to our time, falling into what appears to be a lasting, passionate love that will surpass the test of time without struggle or hard work, there’s no fairy godmother, no horse or SUV, but fact is the only thing this modern princess will find is very few available frogs that will never turn into "Prince Charming", some frogs who are already taken and not worth it, and unfortunately some frogs who are just fine but they prefer fellow frogs over her …uh life! And with as much kisses that she can give and to some maybe other kind of compromises, none of the frogs is to ever turn into her charming prince. So lets say our modern princess, the grown-up girl in her late 20s early 30s who happened to be lucky enough to be financially independent, well educated, intelligent and maybe even a manager of a project or in a company, fashionable, successful and traveled around, she for a certain kind of reason "maybe giving up, boredom, stroke by a lighting or just losing any sense of reason" considers settling for the least warty frog she can find. "Maybe he’ll change over time", she hopes … no actually she prays.

She goes out in all kind of dates, blind dates, arranged dates, dark dates, online dates... all for the mission of the slight chance of finding her frog in one of these dates. She bare silliness, narrow minded, sick ego, extremism, Machismo and sure childish attitude of many frogs. She the one dying to fall in love, draws a fake picture of the slightly good frog among them and fall for him in her mind to wake up to discover him being nothing but another frog who will cause her regret, different kind of pain, and leaving behind emotional distance and loathsome feelings making her a more resentful sad creature.

Yet since clock is ticking, and she dying for settling, being loved, not dying alone and maybe having kids, her search methods are almost expired, she forces herself to new kind of compromise, possibility, and maybes. Now let's assume she does find a frog, and they agree on dealing with communication difficulties, disappointed expectations, unresolved hurt feelings, long line of differences, sexual history, emotional baggage and insecurities. Let's say they agree that real life has acnes, bad hair days, fat cells and not enough money to look charming forever specially after the extra burden of having children. Now reaching this point wont require me to narrate what's next, I can give you a couple of endings, but I can assure you one thing, among these endings there will be no happily ever after one, and we better rest sure about that.

-The End -

OMG .... whatta a nation !

A statue built for Iraqi journalist Muntazer al-Zaidi, who hurled his shoes at former U.S. president George Bush, is seen in Tikrit, 150 km (95 miles) Baghdad, January 27, 2009.

Source:
http://www.reuters.com/article/oddlyEnoughNews/idUSTRE50T54M20090130?feedType=nl&feedName=usoddlyenough

on the same subject .... KHODHOM YA RAB
http://www.alarabiya.net/articles/2008/12/15/62070.html

OUFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

Student flees Taliban in 'Pakistan's Switzerland'

ISLAMABAD, Pakistan (CNN) -- The targeting of girls' schools shows an anti-women bias by the militants, who advocate an extreme following of a version of Islamic law, according to Islamabad-based human rights activist Tahira Abdullah. She adds it's almost as if the Taliban does not want women to exist. "And if they do exist, they need to be within the four walls of their house compound; they need to be veiled," a teenage female student said.

Source:
http://edition.cnn.com/2009/WORLD/asiapcf/02/03/pakistan.girls.school/index.html#cnnSTCText

THEY LASH YOU FOR SMOKING NOW !!!!!

A Sudanese man has been sentenced to 30 lashes for smoking on a domestic Saudi Arabian Airlines flight. Wearing just a thin shirt, he will be flogged by a policeman wielding a slim reed who must hold a book under his arm to prevent him using too much force.

The strokes are not meant to leave permanent damage but to inflict painful welts that bleed and bruise. The unnamed smoker refused repeated requests from cabin crew to stub out his cigarette on a flight to the Red Sea port of Jeddah from Qurayyat in northern Saudi Arabia. He was arrested when the aircraft landed in Jeddah and promptly handed over to police.

The man apologised in court - and to prove his penitence presented evidence that he was attending a clinic to help him kick his heavy smoking habit.
But the judge was keen to make an example and gave a sentence designed to serve as a deterrent.

Smoking is banned in many public places in the conservative desert Kingdom but the law is often brazenly flouted. Smoking was outlawed on domestic flights of Saudi’s national carrier SAA in 1987 and on overseas flights in 1999. Last April a man caught smoking on a domestic Saudi flight was sentenced to 50 lashes. His cigarette triggered a smoke alarm that led to panic among passengers.

Under Saudi’s Sharia or Islamic law, flogging is common for a number morals offences ranging from adultery to being alone in the company of an unrelated person of the opposite sex. But it can also be used at the discretion of judges as an alternative or addition to other punishments. Sentences can range from dozens to thousands of lashes. For those sentenced to hundreds of lashes the punishment is carried out over a period of months in batches of 50.

Human rights groups condemn lashing as a degrading and inhuman punishment.

source:
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/worldnews/article-1134323/Man-sentenced-30-lashes-flouting-smoking-ban-Saudi-Arabian-flight.html

Up a new hill….

Riding your bike freely believing the world is your playground, you stumble, you fall, get up, you fall again, this time its harder, you believe you wont be falling this way ever again as now you know all about riding your way in this life, then you fall again, a stone, a rock and maybe fall down a hill, you just keep on getting up and falling. Then one day, the very tired bleeding you get up believing you will never ride again, but you are forced to, you look around to see if anybody saw you falling that much so you can hide from them believing that if they knew how you failed they will judge you. Then you step back, look at your wounds and start on feeling the pain, you got wounds everywhere, your knees are really hurting, and you are bleeding, yet you heal and start over again but every now and then you check up for the wounds, they won't magically vanish, they wont easily go, however they will heal yet there will always be scars.

The scars will keep reminding you of your falls, the hurt. Them being different and many will remind you how you once didn’t give up and kept on riding your bike and kept on getting hurt. Some are deep and some are barely seen, even scars can vanish and will be forever forgotten. They start big as they say but they grow smaller. At the beginning you fear showing them as this would be nothing but an indication of how badly you have been hurt and how many wounds you have got, people might use this against you, they might judge, maybe worse they might use you as they know now how fragile you have become with all these scars covering you, it doesn’t have to be an indication of being powerful getting up and trying and falling more, to them it could just be a proof of how tired you should have become. They might even believe you are far away from reason as how come you never learned from your lessons, how come you didn't once stop and reconsider, why didn’t you avoid this rock, why did you in the first place chose getting up this hill.

People wont get to know the difference between your scars, to them they are all the same, but you know every and each one and you might even remember when did you get it, which year, which friend or lover, who stabbed you from the back, who used you, hurt you, caused you pain, who did you lost forever, who turned his back on you and who just betrayed you. Some scars got nothing to do with others; it could just be life, misfortune, or even fate. Sometimes it could be you, as you yourself did hurt yourself, intentionally or not, that's not the issue, the scar is there to remind you.

You might decide being tough and never getting hurt anymore, you decide as you are forced to ride the bike that you better watch out and never fall again. On your trip you even decide that for this picture to be perfect you better hide these scars, you paint and paste on them so they wont be visible and people wont stare, you cover them up, if they saw them they will know how fragile you are, they might hurt and maybe judge or even worse as they might pity you and that’s the last thing you would ever want. You did a great job hiding, all your techniques are perfect, you managed perfectly to delude them, you are tough and rude, not weak and shy, that’s better now they will just back off. However, those who were riding their bikes beside you still know about the real you, they know well how you are faking it, they can see through the clothes, even worse, they can see through your soul, there are scars there too, maybe more ugly than the apparent ones, and you forgot all about them in your disguising perfect scheme, its obvious and no matter how you pretended, some did manage easily to see them.

You forgot you are not the only one who did fall, you forgot about others being just like you, you pretended not to care, yes they got hurt and maybe they just bleed as much as you did but the difference is you never stop and point out while many just did. Their cruelty hurts more, those who judge, blame and make fun of your misery, those who didn’t even care to check on you, give you a hand and just stood still bragging about how they managed not to fall your falls, how they managed to heal easily as that’s how tough they are. You feel ashamed and try your best to avoid those people as all they do is reminding you of your pain and even worse they might refer to it in a funny way that would help in nothing but deepening it and add more to the shame.

It’s a double standard society that we live in, and sure people love nothing as much as seeing others falling specially those who pretend being tough and being reputed and marketed well as powerful. There is something weird about people, they feel a kind of nourishment in their soul, a certain kind of happiness and fulfillment for being better than those who maybe tried and failed. In others failures they taste a certain kind of gratification and believe they are winners for just not being in your shoes. It’s a bizarre kind of success that they didn’t work for, guess they don’t believe in the no pain no gain saying anymore and for them its all about no pain always gain, maybe safe, one wont bother questioning!

So what's after covering and hiding, maybe its time to stop this useless effort of just quitting life for the sake of being afraid of it, quitting people cause you are so tired of handling their criticism. What about showing the world your scars, your soul scars, at the very end you are a human. They can point out at you as much as they want, why would you bother or even care. The scars could be an indication of your failure and misfortune but can also stand as a proof of how brave you are. And when people pointing and judging you, you better point with them saying yes I have them and yes I am getting over them and that’s why I am showing them. Maybe they will heal faster, maybe they will just disappear, but one got to try and get up again, more careful than before for sure, get back and ride the bike, try a new route, ride up a new hill, challenge something new and examine how tough your scars made you. Maybe in a new journey a new you will be discovered, a real strong one, not just the one you have been faking to cover your shattered soul.