Hehehe.... kalo bilang orang2 Islam ini ternyata adalah binatang, itu merendahkan binatang, krn binatang itu kelakuannya ga sebejad orang2 Islam tsb.
On 1/12/13, Bukan Pedanda <[email protected]> wrote: > > http://natashajsmith.wordpress.com/2012/06/26/please-god-please-make-it-stop/ > > > natasha smith > Journalist > > > "Please God. Please make it stop." > Posted on June 26, 2012 > > I have been forced to leave Cairo prematurely following a horrific sexual > and physical attack in Tahrir Square. > > The atmosphere was one of jubilation, excitement, and happiness as I walked, > accompanied by two male companions for safety along Kasr El Nil bridge. I > had had an awful day, caused by problems in personal relationships, so I was > so happy to be in such a wonderful environment, getting such amazing > footage. Women, children and fathers smiled, waved, and cheered happily at > the camera, calling out the widely used phrase "welcome to Egypt! Welcome!". > Fireworks lit up the sky. It was a moving and captivating experience. > > Just as I realised I had reached the end of the bridge, I noticed the crowd > became thicker, and decided immediately to turn around to avoid Tahrir > Square. My friends and I tried to leave. I tried to put my camera back in my > rucksack. > > But in a split second, everything changed. Men had been groping me for a > while, but suddenly, something shifted. I found myself being dragged from my > male friend, groped all over, with increasing force and aggression. I > screamed. I could see what was happening and I saw that I was powerless to > stop it. I couldn't believe I had got into this situation. > > My friend did everything he could to hold onto me. But hundreds of men were > dragging me away, kicking and screaming. I was pushed onto a small platform > as the crowd surged, where I was hunched over, determined to protect my > camera. But it was no use. My camera was snatched from my grasp. My rucksack > was torn from my back – it was so crowded that I didn't even feel it. The > mob stumbled off the platform – I twisted my ankle. > > Men began to rip off my clothes. I was stripped naked. Their insatiable > appetite to hurt me heightened. These men, hundreds of them, had turned from > humans to animals. > > Hundreds of men pulled my limbs apart and threw me around. They were > scratching and clenching my breasts and forcing their fingers inside me in > every possible way. So many men. All I could see was leering faces, more and > more faces sneering and jeering as I was tossed around like fresh meat among > starving lions. > > I shouted "salam! Salam! Allah! Allah!". In my desperate state I also > shouted "ma'is salaama!" which actually means "goodbye" – just about the > worst possible thing to say to a horde of men trying to ruin me. I might as > well have yelled "goodbye cruel world! Down I go!" > > A small minority of men, just a couple at first, tried to protect me and > guide me to a tent. The tent was crushed, its contents scattered into shards > all over the ground. I was barefoot as they stole my nice new shoes. I was > tossed around once more, being violated every second. I was dragged naked > across the dirty ground. Men pulled my blonde hair. > > The men trying to protect me tried to guide me into another tent. I was able > to scramble onto the ground.I sat with my back against a chair and surveyed > the surging mob. Although a few men tried to form a human shield around me, > offering me rags to cover my bruised body, men were still able to touch me. > There were just too many. > > I felt surprisingly calm. I understood what was happening and just > transcended into a detached state of mind. I gazed around at the bared teeth > and raging eyes. The tent began to collapse and I was cloaked in a huge > sheet. I was struggling to breathe. One man lifted a tent pole and attempted > to strike me with it. > > At this point, I said aloud to myself, calmly, over and over, "please God. > Please make it stop. Please God. Please make it stop." > > I'm not religious. But at times of desperation, we all feel compelled to > appeal to some higher power to save us. It's human nature. The need to feel > safe and loved is what compels many to reach for religion in the first > place. > > An ambulance forced its way through the crowd. It opened its doors, and was > invaded by tens of men. It closed up and drove away. > > I began to think, "maybe this is just it. Maybe this is how I go, how I die. > I've had a good life. Whether I live or die, this will all be over soon. > Maybe this is my punishment for some of the emotional pain I've caused > others through some foolish mistakes and poor judgement recently. I hope > it's quick. I hope I die before they rape me." > > I looked up and saw a couple of women in burkas scattered around. They > looked at me blankly, then looked away. > > After 5-10 minutes, my friend managed to convince people inside a medical > tent to form a pathway through the crowd to guide me into the tent. During > transit I was mauled and invaded. > > I reached the tent and saw my friend Callum. Muslim women surrounded me and > frantically tried to cover my naked body. I fell to the ground and > apparently temporarily lost consciousness. > > The women told me the attack was motivated by rumours spread by > trouble-making thugs that I was a foreign spy, following a national > advertising campaign warning of the dangers of foreigners. But if that was > the cause, it was only really used as a pretext, an excuse. > > The men outside remained thirsty for blood; their prey had been cruelly > snatched from their grasp. They peered in, so I had to duck down and hide. > They attempted to attack the tent, and those inside began making a barricade > out of chairs. They wanted my blood. > > Women were crying and telling me "this is not Egypt! This is not Islam! > Please, please do not think this is what Egypt is!" I reassured her that I > knew that was the case, that I loved Egypt and its culture and people, and > the innate peacefulness of moderate Islam. She appeared stunned. But I'm not > really a vengeful person and I could see through the situation. This vicious > act was not representative of the place I had come to know and love. > > After much heated debate, it was decided that Callum and I would leave > separately to avoid attracting attention. I was disguised in a burka and > men's clothes and ordered to hold the hand of an Egyptian stranger who would > pretend to be my husband. I was terrified but I could see it was the only > way out, and had to decide to trust him. > > He pulled me through the crowds out of the back of the tent. He told me: > "don't cry. Do not cry. Look normal." > > I was barefoot, dodging broken glass and debris, trawling through mud and > dirt. My inner reserves of strength kicked in, and I stopped crying and just > thought "keep calm and carry on." > > My trousers had clearly belonged to someone much fatter, and were falling > down. > > I thought I was being led to an ambulance, or to hospital. The man sat me > down by the side of the road, still ordering me not to cry. Eventually, his > friends turned up, with Callum. They explained that they couldn't take us to > hospital since they might be arrested if they were seen with us. > > One man helpfully suggested: "you want to go to McDonalds? Get some food?" I > declined this generous offer of culinary compensation for the evening's > events. Surprisingly, I wasn't really in the mood for a Big Mac. > > Callum and I went on our way. We eventually hailed a taxi. Upon reaching a > government hospital downtown, we tried to explain the situation. People > stared at us blankly, sloping around the corridors. We were turned away and > told to go to a nearby hospital instead. Nobody would take us; we just had > to walk there. > > Upon arrival, I was eventually ushered into a small cubicle. Two men asked > "are you pregnant? Married? A virgin?" They seemed displeased by my response > of "no". > > They led me back outside to sit with Callum. I was refused examination and > treatment. Eventually I decided I'd just have to check for damage myself. I > went to the bathroom and couldn't believe the reflection. I was dirty, > wounded, with hair like a tramp and eyes wide with shock. > > For 2-3 hours, people strolled past us, a couple of them making vague > attempts at phonecalls to the embassy. At every stage, Callum did everything > in his power to speed up the process and talk sense into everyone. It was > thanks to him that the people in the medical tent saved me. He effectively > saved my life. > > Somehow, we ended up with the embassy thinking we were at the police > station, the hospital staff not realising we were still at the hospital, and > the police thinking we were…god knows where. > > I was sat in a room full of men. One of them seemed to be taking a photo of > me. I'm not sure why, as I wasn't exactly looking glamorous. It all made my > heart race. > > It was Callum's phonecalls (he had to use other people's phones as both of > ours had been stolen) that bore fruit. Finally our friends turned up with a > lady from the embassy. I was taken to a private hospital where a doctor's > first question was "are you married?", which is of course the most important > question to be asking a victim of mass sexual abuse. > > He and a female nurse (who only reluctantly kept me covered up) looked > briefly at the damage and just wandered off, saying that because I didn't > have internal bleeding, they couldn't do anything. A useful trip, that was. > > Finally, I was taken home by my friends, and put to bed. I didn't want to > tell my family right away, as I knew it would destroy them. > > Yesterday, I had a proper examination and darted around sorting things out, > spending an eternity giving a police report. People with me were reduced to > tears, but I didn't real feel like crying. People kept telling me "you're > being so brave", but I just felt like getting on with it. Maybe it'll catch > up with me in a few days, I don't know. > > A few things yesterday made me realise the impact this has had on me. During > the examination, which was carried out by a woman, I was crying and shaking. > To have someone touch me so soon after the event was terrifying. > > Later, I couldn't bear to be around groups of Egyptian men. And when it got > dark, I panicked, and couldn't bear to look any man in the eye. I clung to > Callum all day. As we drove around Cairo, I couldn't help but think "of all > the people we've driven past today, one of them must have been in that crowd > of hundreds last night. Just one." > > I am determined to continue with my documentary at some point. I have no > equipment, (not even any of my photos) am nervous about the possibility of > not getting my insurance to cover all the equipment and everything taken > from me, and no money to resume the process. But I'll get there. I have to > find a silver lining to this experience. I have to spread awareness; it is > my duty to do so. I have to do this; I will not be driven into submission. I > will overcome this and come back stronger and wiser. My documentary will be > fuelled by my passion to help make people aware of just how serious this > issue is, and that it's not just a passing news story that briefly gets > people's attention then is forgotten. This is a consistent trend and it has > to stop. Arab women, western women – there are so many sufferers. > > I am determined to return to this wonderful country and city that I love, > and meet its people once again. I am determined to challenge the stereotypes > and preconceptions that people have of Arab women back in the UK and the US. > I have so much to say, and I will say it, in time. > > So, to anyone taking risks, whether in the UK or worldwide, please, take > care, and don't make the same mistakes. Don't be swept up in a wave of > euphoria. Don't let anything cloud your judgement. I was not focused enough > because I was distracted by the wonderful atmosphere which was cheering me > up after a difficult day. > > But don't let yourself become a victim. Don't let bad experiences ruin your > life and determine your future. One of the worst things two nights ago was > that I had never felt so powerless. I had no control and I was violated. But > now I can take control and rebuild my confidence, and learn from my > experience. > > Nothing, and nobody, will hold me back. When I'm ready, I'll finish this. > The show must go on. > > Thank you very much for reading. > > > ------------------------------------ Post message: [email protected] Subscribe : [email protected] Unsubscribe : [email protected] List owner : [email protected] 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! ID required) <*> To change settings via email: [email protected] [email protected] <*> To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to: [email protected] <*> Your use of Yahoo! Groups is subject to: http://docs.yahoo.com/info/terms/
