Wednesday, August 23, 2006

In support of Hijab

Letter from Prison:
17 year old Muslimah facing death for Hijab

Sister Huda Kaya and her three daughters were arrested with fifty others protesting the ban on hijab (islamic headscarf) in Ynonu University, Turkey. The prosecutor is demanding the death penalty for them. The trial adjourned on 22 June 1999.


We have a new letter from Sister Nurcihan Saatcioglu, daughter of Huda Kaya, now aged 17 currently on trial facing the death penalty. It was sent from her prison in Malatya.
The english translation isn't brilliant but still understandable:


THE LETTER OF NURCIHAN SAATCIOGLU
08-07-1999

THURSDAY

TO ISLAMIC HUMAN RIGHTS COMISSION

In the name of Allah, the Beneficent, the Merciful

Elhamdulillah and salam to His Honourable Prophet Muhammed, our lovely leader, our lovely guide. Salam to Honourable Prophet Muhammed (s)'s followers, the momineen resisting against oppression and the mmomineen whose hearts are beating with us, sharing our pains.

My lovely sisters and brothers,

It doesn't matter how far away you are as we feel our hearts beating as one and as we feel you are our brothers and sisters. How happy we are, that we have a Holy Dava'ah. It is so holy that we can resist against all the forces of infidels and munafiqeen. Elhamdulillah. Elhamdulillah for thousands of times.

After the arrest of my mother, my sister Intisar, me and my sister Nurulhak on 21 May 1999, as I was going out of the classroom a final look to all my class mates was glanced by me. At that time all my classmates and the teacher in that class could do nothing for me. They were wondering what I had lived through, the first time I was arrested. And now I have one more experience to tell them. For the last time I was going to the classroom to take my bag. I saw that my friends from other classes were also very much surprised. Some of them were trying not to leave me. And the others and my teacher were trying to share my emotions while I was trying to calm them.

For the last term of our school life we are going to be away from our class and the teachers and our classmates. But we feel and know that it was worth it, and we are ready for it.

And we all know that one day we are going to face that four walls, the jails....

We are not going to graduate. All we want is to get Allah's pleasure. So we say Elhamdulillah that we are here, because we know that the only thing that worth is to get His pleasure. So it doesn't really matter whether we graduate from school, because for us it is important to take our graduation licences through Allah's pleasure. It is important for us to see the Allah's sign in our graduation licences . It is very important for us that our graduation licences be prepared for that Big Day on Allah's side. Allah is enough for us as a best friend...

Below is the "OATH of FREEDOM" that I read out in the headscarf demonstrations on 30 04 1999 Friday in front of the Governor's Building.

OATH OF FREEDOM

We were born freely

We will live freely and when death comes to us

We will die freely

Because we have written "Jihad" on our foreheads

We put the struggle in the beginning of our prayers,
in every morning.

"For a free country"

"For a free school"

"For our honour"

"For our identity"

Giving no concession

We'll resist,

RESIST !!!

We'll WIN !!!

We have SWORN !!!

Be our witness, Allah !!!

Be our witness, Allah !!!

Be our witness, Allah !!!

If one day I get the death penalty, I am going to repeat the same oath. I am going to read the "Oath of Freedom" again.

"And whoever takes Allah and His apostle and those who believe for a guardian, then surely the party of Allah are they that shall be triumphant."

(Maidah-56/ Holy Qur'an).

My Lord be our friend and assistance.

WITH SALAM AND PRAYERS

Nurcihan Saatcioglu

E-Type Prison

Malatya

Monday, August 21, 2006

from the arab news

Precious pearl
Monday, 21, August, 2006 (27, Rajab, 1427)

I read this article this morning and it made me so angry and upset . This is not justice pure tribalism


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Court Annuls Marriage for Violation of Social Custom
Arab News

DAMMAM, 21 August 2006 — A happy three-year-long marriage of a Saudi couple with two children has been annulled by a court on the grounds that it violates social custom and practice, Al-Watan reported.

The woman, Fatima, is a tribal Saudi and the man, Mansoor, is non-tribal. The court in Al-Jouf ruled that the marriage was illegal because the man’s social status was not equal to the woman’s. The court did not consider that the marriage had taken place according to Islamic law and also with the permission of another court.

The decision also failed to take into account such key facts as the marriage having taken place with the consent of the woman and her father, the existence of two small children and the marriage being a happy one.

In announcing his decision, the judge said: “I annul the marriage of this man and woman. Now she must observe iddat (a waiting period for women after divorce before she is allowed to marry again) effective from the date of the judgment. This order must be executed immediately so that the man and woman are separated immediately.”

Fatima stated to the court that she was living with a good man whom she loved and that they had a happy marriage. She also pointed out that she had married with the permission and knowledge of her parents and an Islamic court. Her declarations, however, had no effect on the judge’s decision.

“I sought Fatima’s hand in marriage from her father three years ago,” explained Mansoor. “After preliminary inquiries, he agreed and the contract was signed at the Alkhobar court.

A few months after the marriage, we were shocked when her half-brother filed a suit to annul our marriage on the grounds that she belonged to a noble tribe while I did not. Three months later, her father died and her half-brother continued with the case.”

The court in Al-Jouf issued its decision last August in the absence of Mansoor and Fatima who were in Onaiza where he was working. The court stipulated that a copy of the decision be supplied to Mansoor and that if the decision were not appealed within 30 days, it would be deemed final.

Upon learning of what had happened, Mansoor sent his wife to stay with an aunt in Al-Kharj but Fatima’s brother traced her there, reported the matter to the police and took her to his house in Alkhobar.

Fatima later told Mansoor that her brother was planning to marry her to another man so Mansoor came to Alkhobar and the two of them ran away to Jeddah. Once again, however, her brother traced them and forced her to return to his house.

Fatima has told the police she prefers living in jail to living with her half-brothers in Alkhobar. The police say she must either stay with her brother or go to jail. She has chosen jail, saying, “I prefer the protection of the government to living with brothers who have destroyed my happy family life.”

Thursday, August 17, 2006

an article by Babar Ahmed

Precious pearlTwo Years in Captivity

By Babar Ahmad




The first minute of captivity is the hardest. Then the first hour. Then the first day. Then the first week. Then the first year.




The first minute is when you freeze in shock and disbelief (I cant believe this is really happening). The first hour is spent in anxiety about what lies ahead. The first day is when it begins to sink in that you really are in prison. The first week is occupied in trying to reconcile a mind still thinking about the outside world (family, job, bills, car, etc.) with a body in captivity. By the end of the first month your mind starts to fall closer into line with your body as you begin to accept that you are in prison.




At the end of your first year in captivity, if you have lasted that long, your mind and body should have fully adapted to imprisonment. Such that you will feel as if you have always been in prison and can remain there for years ahead. Memories of life outside then begin to seem like dreams of another faraway existence.




My second year in captivity has flown by much quicker than the first. Years pass like minutes in prison. But sometimes minutes pass like years, especially when you are awaiting an uncertain outcome. Whilst my first year was full of adventure, naivety and novelty, the second one has brought with it enlightenment, understanding and maturity of rapture.




During the first year I analysed people and situations around me with the same clean, well-meaning heart whose bubble I used to reside in before prison. It is only now, at the end of two years imprisonment without trial in perhaps the world's oldest 'democracy', that I have realised how naïve I was and why I had to come to prison to burst my bubble and to taste the reality of the world. The modern world is not a nice place and there are many evil people in it.




It is said that the beauty of things is appreciated from their opposites. You do not value wealth unless you have tasted poverty. You do not savour health until you have experienced illness. You do not appreciate family and liberty until they are taken away from you. In the same way you cannot really comprehend or desire justice, security and equality until you have experienced injustice, persecution and discrimination.




Just like the word 'democratic' is an essential adjective in the name of every undemocratic regime (e.g. Democratic Republic of Congo), the word 'justice' is an essential noun in the instruments of every unjust system. Criminal Justice Act, Court of Justice, Department of Justice, Lord Justice This, Mr Justice That…When society abuses and degrades humans it champions for 'human rights.' When society represses women it calls for women's rights and international women's days. When society is replete with racism and discrimination it boasts about multiculturalism and diversity. And when society oppresses and crushes people it does so in the name of justice. "Peace is not the absence of tension but the presence of justice," observed Martin Luther King.




But I have also learnt this year why it is so dangerous to stereotype people according to preconceived suspicions. Not every tattooed skinhead is a racist brute. Not every black man is a violent criminal. Not every politician is a two-faced liar (thought most are). And not every police officer is a two-horned devil (though most are). People should be judged on their merits- if they have any.




As a believer in Allah, Qadr (divine destiny) is always on your side, not against you. Allah The Exalted is not a bully. He does not derive pleasure or cheap thrills by watching His obedient servants being imprisoned, tortured, humiliated or slaughtered. There is always a good reason, a wise reason, for whatever trials befall the believers.




If you want to obtain the top grade in an exam you have to answer both the easy and the difficult questions- you cannot pick and choose. Similarly, you must always be satisfied with Allah's Qadr and His choices for you, whether they conform to your liking or not. Allah's Choice is always better than the choice of His servant. That is iman (faith).

The Prophet (SAS) described the worldly life as a garbage dump. If any parent really cares for his child he will never allow his child to jump into it. When Allah imprisons His slave and deprives him of worldly comforts He is like the parent who protects his child from a garbage dump.




Tawakkul is one of those many Arabic terms that simply have no equivalent in the English language. Tawakkul is a combination of trust and reliance. You may trust that someone wishes for your best interests but you do not rely on them because you don't believe that they really have the power to benefit you. Or you may rely on someone because you have no choice but you don't really trust that they wish the best for you. Tawakkul in Allah is a state whereby you both trust that Allah only desires the best for you and you rely upon Him because you know that He really does have the power to benefit you.




Tawakkul is a state of the heart that can only be reached when you are immersed into a deep-end situation requiring tawakkul. No amount of reading, learning or preparing can instil tawakkul into your heart. You must live tawakkul to develop it. Likewise with sabr (patience and constancy), yaqeen (certainty) and rida (satisfaction with Allah's decree).




Your level of tawakkul during a lengthy trial is directly proportional to your emotions at the gain or loss of any material factors that might benefit you. If you feel content when your advocates, supporters, 'chances' and resources are plentiful and you feel anxious when your advocates, supporters 'chances' and resources decrease then this is a symptom of weak tawakkul in The All-Powerful Lord. When you feel largely indifferent to these material factors then that is a sign of sound tawakkul.




This is why it is is necessary to pass through a lengthy period of hardship, permeated with repeated setbacks and defeats, in order to truly acquire tawakkul. As the material odds in your favour crumble away one by one you stop worrying about them and instead put your tawakkul in The Omnipotent Lord. That is when His relief arrives.




Allah The All-Wise alternates the days of success. If His servants were always to have the upper hand there would be no way of distinguishing the true believers from the hypocrites. But if His servants were to always be defeated, disgraced and downtrodden then no one would enter or uphold His deen for fear of suffering a similar fate. That is why some days bring victory and others bring losses.




Moreover, Allah's Help always arrives when the odds are stacked against you. If you were to be successful whilst all the factors were in your favour then the people would say that you won because of those factors. But when you win in the absence of any favourable factors then the entire world bears witness to the Divine assistance from above the Seven Heavens and the Earth.




This is one of the ways in which Allah establishes His deen on the earth: by subjecting some of His servants to extreme hardships. When people see Allah's servants victorious despite having no visible means of success then it reaffirms and strengthens their faith in Allah. The sea split for Musa when there was no way out. The whale spat Yunus out into the land when there was no way out. And a spider spun a web for the Prophet (SAS) when there was no way out.




The Deen of Allah is perfect, permanent and eternally protected. The Deen of Allah does not die with the death of one, the torture of a second, the imprisonment of a third or the extradition of a fourth. The Deen of Allah does not and will never die. If it was to die then it would have died the day its scant followers were dragged through the streets of Makkah in chains and crushed beneath weighty rocks in the blazing sun. If it was to die then it would have died the day its Messenger was expelled from Makkah, fleeing for his life with nothing material but a companion and a spider's web to aid him. If it was to die then it would have died the day when its followers were surrounded "from above and below" on the Day of Ahzab until "the eyes grew wide and the hearts reached the throats."




But after every crush Allah gave it strength, resurgence and a new vigour of life. As Allama Iqbal the poet said, "Islam zinda hota hai har Karbala ke bad (Islam is brought to life after every Karbala, i.e. after every defeat)." Therefore, every crush brings with it the glad tidings of an imminent revival since victory always comes one step after defeat.




Two years on, the zero hour of decision is getting closer and closer. The lawyers have given their advice: expect the worst. The supporters have given up hope. The entire world's powers (US/UK) are united against me in their determination to obliterate me. Now only the verdict of The Almighty remains. The answer to "Where is your God now?" is coming. The answer to "Where is your God now?" is on the horizon. Because Moses always defeats Pharaoh. And David always beats Goliath.

Sunday, August 13, 2006

Little Girl

Precious pearlA GIRL CALLED TERRORISM

by Hajj Ahmad Thomson (Barrister and Writer)

Little girl covered in dust
pulled from the rubble,
as limp and lifeless
as the doll you played with yesterday,
now mangled and bleeding,
you do not know who killed you
or why you were killed.
And even though I know
that you died Shahid
and that your spirit
is in the Garden,
where one day you will be reunited
with the ones you loved,
with the ones who loved you,
dwelling there in peace for ever,
in the mean time I pray:
may Allah curse the ones
who helped to kill you
– the ones
who financed the bomb,
who made the bomb,
who transported the bomb,
who loaded the bomb,
who fired the bomb,
that killed you
and especially the cowards
who say that they were only
making war on terrorism.
And may Allah give victory to the Mu'minun.


Published with the permission of the author Ahmed Thomson author fo Dajjal and Jesus prophet of Islam and other books

The Nur of prophet muhammad (saW)

Precious pearl'When I saw his light shining forth,
In fear I covered my eyes with my palms,
Afraid for my sight because of the beauty of his form.
So I was scarcely able to look at him at all.
The lights from his light are drowned in his light and his face shines out like the sun and moon in one.
A spirit of light lodged in a body like the moon, a mantle made up of brilliant shining stars.
I bore it until I could bear it no longer.
I found the taste of patience to be like bitter aloes.
I could find no remedy to bring me relief other than delighting in the sight of the one I love.
Even if he had not brought any clear signs with him, the sight of him would dispense with the need for them..... '

by
Hassan B-Thabit
(written over 1400 hundred years ago)

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

What is a home

What is a home and what makes a home? It is not a house on its own . A home is made by the people who live in it and are connceted to you. A house is just a load of bricks. But a hoem is where the heart is with the family. I came home today but it did not feel like my homw as my family have gone away for two weeks. I have just realised how lonely i will be for the next two weeks. A home is waiting for your family to come home , to hear the key in the door and to be greeted with assalamu Alaikum. Ahouse is just an empty home awaiting its occupants.