WARNING: THE IMAGES LINKED TO IN THIS POST ARE DISTURBING
Take a look at what happens in Iranian society, when a little eight year-old boy is caught stealing food.
What brave men it must have taken to subdue and bring this poor little child to justice. Where is the indignation from the left? Where is the outrage from the UN, EU, and U.S. Senate floor over this kind of thing. Human rights are supposed to be a staple of a free and democratic society, right? Where the hell is the noise?
Wake up people, this stuff goes on these kinds of societies, quite frequently. And the ones that criticize this country for petty stuff are the ones that overlook this kind of injustice, like it doesn't even exist. That's called "straining at a gnat and swallowing a camel".
Big hat tip to Heid! at Euphoric Reality
5 comments:
These pictures may be staged, but that is not the point, the fact is that images such as this demonstrate the mentality of Islamic "justice", we must also consider just how much coersion the young boy was subjected to(should the pictures be fake) to persuade him to take part, was he threatened with a worse fate
lasunset.
I have taken the liberty of placing a link to your site on my site, I do hope you do not object to this
Gandalf,
You may be right, they may be staged. But they may not be and anyone that understands sharia law knows that this is not anything unusual. You are right in that it may work in bringing attention to this aspect of Islamic life.
As for the link, I certainly do not object. Thank you.
Maybe this one is staged, but events such as this happen all over the Shari'a-law Muslim world. And human-rights activists are strangely silent.
lasunset, may aplogise in advance
for posting this long comment.it is in response to gindy and the revusion he feels about this awful act.
gindy,
if that incident was bad read this and this is a TRUE account
Burned Alive,"
subtitled "A Victim of the Law of Men," offers real insight into the culture and psyche of bin Laden, his supporters and followers without ever mentioning his name.The Palestinian-born author, Souad (writing under a pseudonym to protect herself from vengeful relatives), is one of the few survivors of Jamirat el Sharaf, a crime of "honor" in which families kill their girls and women in countries throughout Asia and the Middle East
.....For Souad, a slap or kick was common if the water for her father's tea took too long to heat. More serious infractions picking a tomato before it was ripe or falling asleep while milking the cow drew his cane across her back or licks from his belt.Sometimes, he dragged her across the floor by the hair, a favorite method of discipline among men in her clan. Souad argues that such treatment was the norm for women of her village. She also maintains that the pathology that passed for filial ties in her household wasn't unique; she didn't have an especially sadistic father or a Medea for a mother.
Everyone, she writes, acted that way.Chastity and blind obedience were keys to survival. Even the appearance of sexual impropriety was enough to start the town gossips clucking. Inside Souad's insular, tribal community in the occupied territories, words were sharper than sticks, deadlier than stones."Did she go out alone? Or was she seen speaking to a man?" Souad wondered, years after watching her brother strangle to death one of her sisters with a black telephone cord. There was no funeral, no burial. She simply disappeared. "Was she denounced by a neighbor? It doesn't take much at all before a girl is seen by everyone as a charmuta [whore] who has brought shame to the family and who must now die to wash clean the honor not only of her parents and her brother but of the entire village!"
Souad never learned what sin her sister had committed because girls shared no confidences. "They're too afraid of speaking, even among sisters," she writes. Revolt was unthinkable."If your father points to a corner of the room and tells you to stay in that corner for the rest of your life, you won't move from there until you die. If your father places an olive on a plate and tells you that today that's all you'll have to eat, you eat only that olive. It is very difficult to get out of this skin of consenting slave.
You're born into it as a female."Although she knew that to lose her virginity before marriage carried a death sentence, Souad agreed to forbidden trysts with her beloved in the sun-bleached fields where she tended her father's sheep. But when she told her handsome boyfriend that she'd missed a period, he abandoned her.
In desperation, she bashed her belly with a rock, hoping to abort her deadly secret. Nothing worked. Soon, even her drab, loose-fitting dress couldn't hide the growing bulge.Her parents held a family meeting and coolly selected an assassin, then left the house so the murderer could be alone with his victim.
She was doing laundry in the courtyard when her bother-in-law Hussein arrived."Hi. How goes it?" he said, chewing on a blade of grass, smiling. "I'm going to take care of you." For a second, Souad thought he would spare her.
She lowered her head, ashamed to look at him, her forehead pressed against her knees. Then she felt a cold liquid running over her head. Suddenly, she was on fire."It is like a movie that has been speeded up, images racing past. I start to run in the garden, barefoot. I slap my hair, I scream. I feel my dress billow out behind me. Was my dress on fire too? . . . I smell the odor of grilled meat."Somehow, she clambered over the garden wall and landed in the street. Two women tried to put her out, beating the flames with their scarves. They dragged her to the village fountain, immersing her in its cool water.
The fire fused her chin to her chest. But despite horrific burns and doctors who neglected to give her proper care, Souad stubbornly refused to die, even giving birth to a son alone in a dark hospital room. Word of her miraculous survival reached Jacqueline, a Western aid worker with a Swiss foundation devoted to rescuing victims of honor crimes and other religious and cultural customs that target women.Jacqueline charmed hospital staff, convincing them to at least disinfect Souad's wounds. Later, she visited Souad's parents, who were in mourning because their daughter was still alive.
She persuaded them to allow her to take Souad, and the girl's tiny son, to Europe.
Gandalf, you are welcome to write whatever you want.
Thanks for that story.
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