When I was growing up in Kuwait in the 80s, I had this religion teacher called Rawa'a Al-Turguman; a Syrian lady who struck me as a very strange woman to my world. Back home, we did not really deal with religion much. My father never fasted or prayed or showed any intention to do so (although he insisted that I took private lessons to learn the Quran because it would be good for my Arabic); and my mother was not veiled and dressed very fashionably; she was a sports coach after all- although she fasted and prayed without making too much fuss about it, until later in life (will be back on this later on!!)
Now back to the religion teacher, Miss Rawa'a was always wearing the same clothing design: a coat-like dress in all possible boring colors: light gray, dark gray, light blue, dark blue, beige, diarrhea brown, constipation brown, puke green, emerald green, etc.. About 30 dresses she had with the exact same design like a inspector Gadget's coat; topped with a scarf tied from the front with a knot that she devoted her life to check and retie every 30 seconds. As most Syrian ladies; she was white like a European, with no make up, flat shoes, and six kids at home. A typically perfectly Muslim woman who would go straight to heaven. Amen, amen.
Miss Rawa'a was madly in love with religion- the subject she gave. She would go into a trance and her eyes would practically roll up to the extent that you'd think she could actually see her brain, while telling us about the Prophet Mohamed; who was by far the greatest, most successful, most beloved, most virtuous, most honorable, most trustworthy, most this; most that man ever created on the face of the "baseeta" (Arabic for "the flat = the Earth"; as described in the Quran against all claims of my fellow Muslims in denial :)
That woman taught me for four long years. Believe it or not, this is the first time that I discuss this openly. I never even mentioned this to my parents back home. It felt like she was actually somehow abusing me and I was too shocked to talk about it. But now I shall speak up.
That woman told us among her repeated trances that Islam honored women. Big deal. Errrr, I mean: honored women a big deal - hey!
One of the stories that she kept repeating was that of the marriage of Mohamed to Ayisha. She actually managed to brainwash us into shutting up and not questioning the historical fact that the most honorable was fifty plus when he "married" a child under 10. Be it 6 or 9 years, she was actually married off to the most virtuous who obviously fell in love with her when she was a red hot white baby. We7na 2a3deen.
I was not allowed to say a word or ask any questions. And the hysteria went on.
As I was sitting there listing to Miss Rawa'a's one-way communication about Mohamed and Ayisha for four long years, I couldn't help but recall that memory of the old pig's hands invading my body when I was a child. He was also a good Muslim man with a paryer mark on his head. :)
During Miss Rawa'a's lessons, and while she thought I was listing to her with admiration, I was actually busy trying to stop myself from screaming in her face: "Shut up stupid bitch, you have no idea, religion whore!! Shut it, shut it. Die, Die". I was actually having visions of smothering her with that knot under her chin.
Rawa'a's lessons were like yet another dirty little secret that I had to keep for myself. I knew how Ayisha must have felt. And I knew that if God was really there, and if it were really his message, he would not allow such a thing to happen.
For some weird reason, time and circumstances managed to make me shut my head off this whole subject of religion for a long time. But that is not completely true, now that I think of it. Deep down I wanted to run away from a culture around a religion that said so many things that I was not allowed to object on.
As the years passed, my mom became more and more religious, wore the veil, and transformed to look exactly like one of the people under the stairs . She became an insanely annoying person. Really, like religion is actually your ticket to the competition for the grand prize of becoming the most obnoxious bitter asshole.
I gradually started to lose all hope in finding answers to the questions I had in mind. How could a prophet from God have "married" a child? Doesn't God know anatomy and physiology? How could a prophet from God cancel adoption for the sake of marrying the wife of his adopted son (and made it look vice versa)? How could we listen and accept the fact that it's OK that he attacked his Jewish neighbors in Medina, killed Safiya's husband in front of her and then had sex with her in the same day? How could he have had sex with his servant Maria?
I heard that as the good stories about Mohamed from the wonderful Miss Rawa'a. :)
My religion lessons were my dirty little secret. :)
My dad passed away too early for me to be able to ask his help. I knew he would have told me some sane stuff had I gotten the guts to ask him out loud.
And then FaceBook came my way. Boy oh boy how a bunch of kids at the dorm changed my life and the course of modern history!! Via FaceBook I managed to find original resources for Sunna teachings that supposedly told the truth and nothing but the truth about Mohamed's life. Miss Rawa'a was right. He did really do all she said he did- but this time around I'm learning those facts quarter a century later, and as a free woman in a free Western country, where the freedom of expression is the first law of its constitution. :)
And then one day, came a man called Sayed Elqemany along. He wrote about my dirty little secret- but this time around, from my point of view for a change. I was crying in relief as a feeling of peace fell upon me. I am not alone. What that pig did to me and what that "prophet of God" did to Ayisha CAN be criticized. I am not insane and I'm not dirty and I'm not worthy of eternal hell for suspecting there's something not kosher about God's most perfect man. There is a slim chance in hell that he was not exactly who he claimed to be! Yaay! I knew it all the way!
But I'm a nobody. And via FaceBook I met hundreds, even thousands, of nobodies who had the same ideas and kept their dirty secrets for themselves- until FaceBook came along.
The snow-ball effect is going beyond all expectations. Logic is winning the battle and that is scaring the bile out of the bang gang!!
They want him dead. Elqemany is being sought after and his life is in danger. Why?
Because he is bad influence on the ideology of the Muslim youth. :)
Really?
Fucking pedophile assholes, may you burn in hell with all your fucking pedophile ideas. Elqemany is scaring the shit out of you because you will not be able to hide behind God anymore to satisfy your sick needs.
Go to hell, and take Miss Rawa'a with you. Oh and whoever has sex with a child as well. :)
The fucking end.
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P.s. A note to my dear beloved who will read this and get very hurt: I am so sorry for having hurt your feelings. I love you no matter what you believe in. That is how much I love you. Always and forever my precious. xx
