.. apa kgak bejat lu yg menertawakan tragedi ini...? .. inikah yg dinamakan manusia mulia oleh bangsat lain yg namanya juspig?.. .. ..
On Thu, Mar 8, 2012 at 6:03 AM, item abu <item...@yahoo.com> wrote: > ** > > > Hasil Islam ngelindungi cewek, hehehe... > > > > Channel 4 News, February 28, 2012 > Afghanistans Secret Prostitutes > I hate this life, she says, tears rolling down her cheeks > > You never have to wander far from your front door in Kabul to be > confronted by the dire poverty in a city where billions have been spent in > foreign aid over the past decade of occupation by the west. Where an entire > sub-economy has grown up around the semi-permanent presence of foreign NGOs. > > You will see the beggars somehow surviving in the middle of traffic-choked > streets (this city has some of the worst air-pollution on the planet) > pleading with their missing body parts , appealing for alms, mouthing words > that can never be heard above the din of the traffic at a near standstill > in the freezing crisp air. > > Or the widows, invisible in their burkhas, who sit in the snow at the > roadsides, holding babies swaddled, but still coughing in the sub-zero air, > for hour after hour after hour. They too, hope for the odd Afghani from > generous passers-by. > > Or get up early and go to the known places where they gather. Men, often > hundreds of them, desperate for work of any kind for perhaps a dollar or > two per day maybe 100 Afghanis in their pockets after 10 or 12 hours hard > labour in sub-zero conditions. Anythings considered. No, change that. > Anythings grabbed with both hands unconsidered. > > But behind closed doors of houses, reasonably well-to-do houses, there is > also quiet despair. > > In a Kabul suburb we have come to a womans house. Well call her Habiba. > Shes playing with her daughter on the carpet, a toddler. Theres a small > but modern flatscreen TV in the corner. A house of several bedrooms. In her > headscarf and jeans she is very westernised by Afghan standards. On several > occasions Channel 4 News meets Habiba and films and talks to her, with her > husband not present. Even meeting an Afghan woman at all in her home would > be quite unthinkable in most parts of this country and most of this city > too let alone doing so with no husband in the room. > > But what we shall witness in this house goes so far beyond the norms of > Afghanistans conservative society so far beyond the norms of British > society come to that it is hard to find words to frame it. > > Habiba, in her late 20s, is a schoolteacher. Her husband, a civil-servant. > Or at least they were. > > Some months back her husbands epilepsy and other health problems forced > him to leave his job, he said. And then he took to drink. And he also took > to beating Habiba up if she declined to do his bidding. > > By any standards in any society that bidding is extraordinary. He has > forced her to leave the classroom and become a prostitute. He, the husband, > is now also the pimp. > > I hate this life, she says, tears rolling down her cheeks. Right now I > hate myself and my husband. I think I am the worst person in the world. It > is horrible. And what about my daughter? > > She cries uncontrollably. What kind of example what kind of role model > am I for her? But if I dont do this I will get beaten. > > And you do not have to tell Habiba that in Afghanistan, if you leave your > husband then you leave your children too and there will be no coming back > and no safety net at all, financially. And your life and safety will be in > real jeopardy. Habiba is trapped and Habiba knows it. > > The motive for this couple in allowing us to film them and their extreme > means of maintaining their income, is curious. They both think that if > there is publicity in the west about this kind of thing and the lack of any > kind of real support for people too ill to work, then things will somehow > improve. It seems a deeply far-fetched, not least in a world where that > same west is hell-bent on getting out of its Afghan mire as fast as it > possibly can. > > I want her to go back to teaching. I want to get treatment and go back to > work myself. Says her husband in one breath. But in the next, he turns to > Habiba and shouts: > > Get this place ready weve got guests arriving. > > And Habiba will must obey. She must prepare the food and the tea. Tidy > the front room to receive the guests. Make sure that everything is in order > in the room behind the curtain where, after a little cursory chat and the > exchange of a wad of Afghanis given to the husband (not to her) she will be > taken by the hand by one of two men come to visit. > > Behind that curtain in a room used for the business, she will make more > money in a little over eight minutes, than she will in two weeks in the > classroom. Except she wont of course. the cash never was never will be > given to her. > > When the client returns to sit down and take a little more tea, she will > follow meekly and sit too, in her own home, with the husband she now says > she hates. > > Then there will be laughter as the husband, the cliient and his friend > pass an enjoyable afternoon. Habiba will offer food. She will offer and > pour green tea. She will say nothing. And after twenty minutes or so, warm > handshakes from the two visiting men for the pimp. Then a cursory slap of > Habibas feebly proffered hand, from the punter a sort of horizontal > high-five, without the joy and happiness. And they are gone, out into the > snow and another item of this secret business has been transacted. > > She will now clear up the food and do the dishes. And only then will she > confront her husband, all of it captured on the camera we have left running > with their agreement in a corner of the room. > > Look at you you just sit there and dont say a thing. Say something > for Gods sake!! How can we go on living like this? You should be scared > God is watching you and you should be really scared. > > Her husband her pimp just sits there and says nothing it all. > > A little later in the day they will go out shopping. They will trudge > through the snow to the bazaar close by. He, carrying their daughter. She, > dutifully walking a couple of faces behind her man as tradition demands, > and clad in the full blue burkha one sees so much in Kabul. Just another > Afghan family. Outside they follow the customs, culture, traditions. > Indoors in secret, they are all obliterated for money, but at huge cost. > > Category: Women, HR Violations, Poverty - Views: 5510 > > Read more: > http://www.rawa.org/temp/runews/2012/02/28/afghanistan-s-secret-prostitutes.html#ixzz1oTVSb1s0 > > [Non-text portions of this message have been removed] > > > [Non-text portions of this message have been removed] ------------------------------------ Post message: prole...@egroups.com Subscribe : proletar-subscr...@egroups.com Unsubscribe : proletar-unsubscr...@egroups.com List owner : proletar-ow...@egroups.com Homepage : http://proletar.8m.com/Yahoo! Groups Links <*> To visit your group on the web, go to: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/proletar/ <*> Your email settings: Individual Email | Traditional <*> To change settings online go to: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/proletar/join (Yahoo! 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