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The prayers follow a specific procedure, a series of movements. First, you stand with your hands on your chest (right hand over your left hand), and you recite a specific surah in this position. Then you put your hands on your knees and repeat another specific surah three times, then straighten up again, then go facedown on the floor, mumble the prescribed words three times, then rock back on your knees saying the words explicit for this position, then facedown on the floor again, and back up on your knees again. One of these cycles is called a rak’a. The length of the prayers differed from
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My mom probably never even heard the word haram growing up. She had lived a charmed life. Her father’s uncle was the first president of Egypt, so they were filthy rich and powerful.
When Nasser came into power, and my grandfather’s uncle became persona non grata and was put under house arrest, it all became too much for my grandfather. He was already feeling overwhelmed with a total of ten children and two wives, so he moved to Saudi Arabia.
Some people just keep having children and dropping them off here or there, as if they were things and not human beings. My mom dropped my brother and sister off in Saudi Arabia, my dad walked away from the three of us, my “uncle” walked away from his kids, and now his ex was walking away from their three children. I don’t know how people can do that.
You are taught to be ashamed of everything you do, everything you are. “Don’t laugh like that. You’re a girl!” “Don’t sit like that. You’re a girl!” “Lower your voice. You’re a girl!” “Lower your eyes. You’re a girl!” Girls are not ever allowed to look a man in the eyes. We have to keep our heads lowered like a dog to be reminded of our place as lesser than. It was endless.
Girls are all hearing this because the family’s honour lies with the girls in the family—specifically between the legs of the girls in the family.
The most important aspect of honour is a girl’s virginity. It must be guarded at all costs. Girls must not ride bikes, horses, or engage in sports lest the hymen break.
According to the Islamabad-based nongovernmental organization Sahil, an average of eleven cases of child sexual abuse are reported daily across Pakistan—daily. Zainab was among the dozen children who were murdered in Kasur District in Punjab Province in 2018.
Girls could even be forced to marry their rapists in some countries.
Many Muslim-majority countries have enacted the marry-your-rapist law, which stipulates that if a girl is raped, she must marry her rapist because no one else will want her.
People that have devoted their lives to protecting children are being forced to actively leave children to continue to be abused because their government is hell-bent on cultural and moral relativism. The need to seem woke supersedes the need to save actual children from abuse.
It’s the most heinous racism of low expectations if you do not hold all human beings to the same standards.
My mother, along with the help of the BC judicial system, had succeeded in breaking me, and she was smug about it. She would almost flaunt it as she commanded that I perform one demeaning task after another. I never resisted. I did as I was told. It took her ten years, but she finally got me to submit. In the morning, she would have me bow at her feet and kiss them. Then I would make her Twinning’s loose leaf Earl Grey tea exactly as she specified. Anything less got me a mug to the head. One time the mug cracked on impact, and my eyes filled with blood as the wound gushed like a fountain.
That is the mind-set of Muslims in a nutshell: I don’t need to learn the truth—I already know it. I don’t need to read the ingredients. I don’t need to read science books. I don’t need to learn anything more—I already know. And once you think you know, there’s no desire to learn anything further.
It seemed like all the men fulfilled the stereotype: they took harassment of women as their civic duty. Research shows that whopping 99.3% of women in Egypt have reported being sexually harassed.
How can one simultaneously be the victim and yet exude an aura of superiority and bravado that surely undermines the claim to victimhood?
Basically, Mohammed invented realistic sex dolls way before the Japanese did.
“She’s not stupid!” I yelled. “People can like different things. That doesn’t make them stupid. She doesn’t want it. Stop forcing her to like what you like!”
As well, the fact that my daughter was being considered stupid for not liking the same things my mom liked induced Hades-level rage in me.
“Which god you pray to is no indication of your ability to be a decent mechanic.” “If he is Muslim, he will be honest.” “That’s not necessarily true.” “Yes it is! A real Muslim would never cheat another Muslim. He will cheat the kuffar, maybe, but he will never cheat another Muslim.”
She raised us to value death and the afterlife and to not to give any credence to this world.
“You know, your mom is just a woman,” she said. “She’s just a woman like you and me and all other women. We put our moms up on this ridiculous pedestal. We see them as different from the rest of humanity. But they’re not. They’re just women.”
“Don’t be stupid. Muslims are always at war with kuffar. That’s your problem, you never understood that. And that’s why you’ll probably be killed with them. When you live among them, then you will be indistinguishable, and for that you will deserve what you get.”
Heaven didn’t even sound enticing; it sounded stupid. Heaven was conjured up to entice a male brain. For women, it sounded boring.
