February 8, 2010
"They all left...and they left nothing after them except their good memories and their clothes."
This post is not what you think, I am not going to make a romantic play out here, it is not about the love we all hear about between man and woman, not about a romantic relationship, this field does not interest me when it comes to writing, so open your eyes for another type of love that you have never ever heard of before.
Ever since I began hearing about the raping of Iraqi women in prison, I started to think about the aftermath these women will have for the rest of their lives, I dig too deep trying to figure out what sort of a life they will live and who will embrace them and take them in.
No matter what I think, how I thought, and no matter how creative my imagination is...I will not reach or feel not even a small portion of what these Innocent women felt during prison, feel after prison, live and suffer for the rest of their lives simply because what happened to them did not happen to me.
Even if I put myself in their shoes, this is not enough, not even close. In fact it is Zero, Zilch, Nada...
There is a story perhaps common among the rape cases that happened in American and Persian prisons in Iraq, but there is this very specific detail in this story that never left my mind ever since I read it. Believe it or not...this specific detail haunts my head every single day, in the car, in my room, with my son, in the garden, at the dinner table...etc
I will try to give you the story as short as possible...
There is this young married Iraqi lady, who was beaten and raped 17 times before the eyes of her husband while he was tied to the wall, after raping her for 17 times she fell unconscious for 27 hours (as I remember), they threw her in prison with a cell mate, also an Iraqi woman.
When she woke up, she did not wish to see her husband again because she couldn't look in his eyes again, she wanted to die and death is all she wanted, she begged her cell mate to assist her with suicide...and her cell mate did by cutting the veins on her wrist.
You can read the story here
The specific detail that I remember every single day is the bold red line above. The act of killing her cell mate, murdering her and/or helping her to commit suicide is the most pure, the highest, and most noble forms of love. It resembles the highest levels of love, the highest levels and forms of courage and bravery for both of them.
Although I consider myself a tough man for my age, never the less...I would not do such a thing, I would not help this young lady to commit suicide...I admit I don't have the balls to do so. Her cell mate is brave and courageous...this proves that both of them in prison and God only knows what else they saw more than rape, this proves that both of them have lost hope in life, have nothing else to lose, and nothing is of value to them not even their lives.
Smashing all laws of the earth against the wall, smashing all laws of all religions against the wall, and I do not care what religion says about this NOBLE, BRAVE and COURAGEOUS act. I smash them ALL against the wall, even whether I approve or disapprove of what they call honor killings...
These women are brave...BRAVE. What her cell mate did to her, helping her to commit suicide...I...Presonaly consider it a noble act, the highest and most pure forms of mercy, love and passion. Because she did not want her sister in Islam to suffer for the rest of her life which probably both have suffered in prison.
An act that not many human beings have the guts to do...
This is the love I am talking about.
Whether you agree or disagree of what her cell mate did upon her request, you possibly CANNOT deny that she did that in the pretext of LOVE and MERCY.
This is War...
War turns white to black and black to white, truths as lies and lies as truths, martyrs as terrorists and traitors as heroes, it flips all laws, concepts, values and principles up side down. It messes around with your mind and it manipulates people...deceives them too, making them believe absurdities and atrocities.
What happened in that prison cell proves that War and this act of infidelity (Rape) has transformed murder, suicide...and death to PURE love, The only love that can be found in it's highest and most noble forms, a love that cannot be found only in that prison cell.
It transformed DEATH to LOVE when a time of peace and reality death and love are two very different things, to very extreme things that never meet. It seems they only meet in a time of War, tyranny and suffering.
May God Almighty the most gracious the most merciful have mercy on every Iraqi woman's soul dead or alive, in or out of prison, in or outside Iraq, teen or elderly, mother or widow, single or married...
Amen
Your screams, crying and sufferings are heard by every Arab with a pure conscience, your screams, crying and sufferings travel beyond all oceans and spaces to be heard by us...
Your screams, crying and sufferings are more than enough to make the angels in heaven cry...
