01-20-2009, 09:02 AM
faithfreedom.org
Karin in Saudi Arabia
Najat, a young Saudi woman who was almost twenty, had been born deaf and dumb. One day she went out to one of Riyadhâs largest shopping centers with one of her younger brothers, Taleb. He dropped her off and went to do an errand; he planned to return in an hour to fetch her.
Najat was able to make her purchases in less than an hour, so she went outside and stood in front of a large shop window so her brother could see her. To pass the time, she examined the beautifully decorated display.
A âmoralityâ police car cruised slowly past. The muttawas drive large, late-model, air-conditioned vehicles. They are equipped with a fridge for refreshments, radio equipment, binoculars, and handcuffs. A sheet of tinted glass divides the interior into two compartments; in the rear section, women are transported. The muttawas drive around high-traffic streets and open city squares, watching every move made by both men and women. In this case, they took notice of Najat. The binoculars were removed from the glove compartment, they parked, and she was closely observed.
âLook at that. Thereâs a whore waiting for her lover,â said one of them with a smile, beginning to smell prey, and handed the binoculars to another muttawa.
âSheâs acting innocent. How cute. Just wait, little whore, weâre going to snap you up.â
Then Taleb pulled up in his car. Because she was engrossed in examining a pretty dress in the window, and because she was deaf, he got out of the car and went to her side. A light tap on her shoulder signaled that he was there and ready to take her home.
The muttawas were sure that their suspicions had just been confirmed. She simply had to be a whore. Quickly they scrambled out of their car and ran at full speed up to Taleb and Najat. Without saying anything, without even a question, both of them were seized and dragged toward the detention vehicle. Najat couldnât scream, but she was holding her purse in her right hand, and managed to use it to hit a muttawa in the face. In revenge, he kicked her in the backside. Taleb defended himself as well, shouting, âWhat is this? Who are you? Leave me and my sister alone!â
Taleb was punched two times in the stomach. He passed out. The muttawas tossed him into the menâs detention compartment. Najat was pushed violently into the womenâs section, and the door was slammed shut. She beat her hands against the door and drummed her feet on the floor. The muttawas relaxed in the speeding car and laughed, saying that she sounded like a wild animal that had just been ensnared.
The muttawas drove their booty to a holding station. Taleb was a diabetic, and when he became angry or upset, he often lapsed into unconsciousness. Since he remained unconscious at the police station, they transferred him to a hospital.
Najat was interrogated⦠but how? She could neither hear nor speak. Furthermore, she had no understanding of the situation. It was completely puzzling to her. One of the muttawas ripped off her black veil and demanded her name. When she didnât reply, he punched her in the face. She simply punched him back. He simply concluded that any woman who was disrespectful enough to hit a man had to be a whore. She should be stoned to death. Another muttawa took her handbag. She lunged at him to get it back, and, seething with anger, managed to scratch his face with her nails. The muttawa overpowered her, pinned her hands behind her back, and hustled her off to a darkened cell. His colleague rummaged through her purse and found her Saudi identity card.
The Morality Police Chief quickly passed sentence on Najat. He wrote, among other things: âNajat was working as a prostitute and was caught in the very act of picking up a client. We advise that she be stoned to deathâ¦â Two muttawas delivered the document to Prince Salman, the Government Administrator of the Morality Police Agency. He jotted down a verdict to match the suggestion, then signed it. Najat was to be publicly stoned to death the following Friday.
The parents of Najat and Taleb had searched for their children for a week when they received the horrifying news: their daughter had already been stoned to death, and their son had been secretly hospitalized. They rushed to his bedside only to discover that he was also in police detention, as he was being guarded by two armed officers. The parents were despondent. The father drove quickly to Prince Salmanâs office, and demanded an immediate interview.
Overwhelmed with fury, Talebâs father demanded the reason why his daughter had been stoned to death and his son was in hospital. Prince Salman staunchly replied that he should look at his own children for the answer; his daughter had been working the streets as a prostitute, and her brother had been assisting her. His children had been caught due to the good detective skills of his muttawas. Talebâs father should be thanking them for catching his children early on in the game, before they infected other Saudi sons and daughters with the same debauched carryings on. In fact, Talebâs father should be proud and relieved that the honor of his family name had been saved.
Because Talebâs father knew that his country had neither laws nor a real justice system, he decided to deal with the matter personally. He bought a large spray canister of inflammable DDT and went to see the muttawa chief who had written the recommendation for the stoning of his deaf and dumb daughter. He sprayed the man with the substance, and quickly lit and tossed a match. Other muttawas were nearby. When they heard the agonized screams for help, they rushed into the office, put out the fire and arrested Talebâs father. The muttawa chief managed to survive his extensive injuries.
Talebâs father was publicly beheaded.
After his release from hospital, Taleb received two hundred lashes.
One of the muttawas who arrested Najat told me her tragic story. Taleb, who was a former student of mine, then confirmed it.
Karin in Saudi Arabia
Najat, a young Saudi woman who was almost twenty, had been born deaf and dumb. One day she went out to one of Riyadhâs largest shopping centers with one of her younger brothers, Taleb. He dropped her off and went to do an errand; he planned to return in an hour to fetch her.
Najat was able to make her purchases in less than an hour, so she went outside and stood in front of a large shop window so her brother could see her. To pass the time, she examined the beautifully decorated display.
A âmoralityâ police car cruised slowly past. The muttawas drive large, late-model, air-conditioned vehicles. They are equipped with a fridge for refreshments, radio equipment, binoculars, and handcuffs. A sheet of tinted glass divides the interior into two compartments; in the rear section, women are transported. The muttawas drive around high-traffic streets and open city squares, watching every move made by both men and women. In this case, they took notice of Najat. The binoculars were removed from the glove compartment, they parked, and she was closely observed.
âLook at that. Thereâs a whore waiting for her lover,â said one of them with a smile, beginning to smell prey, and handed the binoculars to another muttawa.
âSheâs acting innocent. How cute. Just wait, little whore, weâre going to snap you up.â
Then Taleb pulled up in his car. Because she was engrossed in examining a pretty dress in the window, and because she was deaf, he got out of the car and went to her side. A light tap on her shoulder signaled that he was there and ready to take her home.
The muttawas were sure that their suspicions had just been confirmed. She simply had to be a whore. Quickly they scrambled out of their car and ran at full speed up to Taleb and Najat. Without saying anything, without even a question, both of them were seized and dragged toward the detention vehicle. Najat couldnât scream, but she was holding her purse in her right hand, and managed to use it to hit a muttawa in the face. In revenge, he kicked her in the backside. Taleb defended himself as well, shouting, âWhat is this? Who are you? Leave me and my sister alone!â
Taleb was punched two times in the stomach. He passed out. The muttawas tossed him into the menâs detention compartment. Najat was pushed violently into the womenâs section, and the door was slammed shut. She beat her hands against the door and drummed her feet on the floor. The muttawas relaxed in the speeding car and laughed, saying that she sounded like a wild animal that had just been ensnared.
The muttawas drove their booty to a holding station. Taleb was a diabetic, and when he became angry or upset, he often lapsed into unconsciousness. Since he remained unconscious at the police station, they transferred him to a hospital.
Najat was interrogated⦠but how? She could neither hear nor speak. Furthermore, she had no understanding of the situation. It was completely puzzling to her. One of the muttawas ripped off her black veil and demanded her name. When she didnât reply, he punched her in the face. She simply punched him back. He simply concluded that any woman who was disrespectful enough to hit a man had to be a whore. She should be stoned to death. Another muttawa took her handbag. She lunged at him to get it back, and, seething with anger, managed to scratch his face with her nails. The muttawa overpowered her, pinned her hands behind her back, and hustled her off to a darkened cell. His colleague rummaged through her purse and found her Saudi identity card.
The Morality Police Chief quickly passed sentence on Najat. He wrote, among other things: âNajat was working as a prostitute and was caught in the very act of picking up a client. We advise that she be stoned to deathâ¦â Two muttawas delivered the document to Prince Salman, the Government Administrator of the Morality Police Agency. He jotted down a verdict to match the suggestion, then signed it. Najat was to be publicly stoned to death the following Friday.
The parents of Najat and Taleb had searched for their children for a week when they received the horrifying news: their daughter had already been stoned to death, and their son had been secretly hospitalized. They rushed to his bedside only to discover that he was also in police detention, as he was being guarded by two armed officers. The parents were despondent. The father drove quickly to Prince Salmanâs office, and demanded an immediate interview.
Overwhelmed with fury, Talebâs father demanded the reason why his daughter had been stoned to death and his son was in hospital. Prince Salman staunchly replied that he should look at his own children for the answer; his daughter had been working the streets as a prostitute, and her brother had been assisting her. His children had been caught due to the good detective skills of his muttawas. Talebâs father should be thanking them for catching his children early on in the game, before they infected other Saudi sons and daughters with the same debauched carryings on. In fact, Talebâs father should be proud and relieved that the honor of his family name had been saved.
Because Talebâs father knew that his country had neither laws nor a real justice system, he decided to deal with the matter personally. He bought a large spray canister of inflammable DDT and went to see the muttawa chief who had written the recommendation for the stoning of his deaf and dumb daughter. He sprayed the man with the substance, and quickly lit and tossed a match. Other muttawas were nearby. When they heard the agonized screams for help, they rushed into the office, put out the fire and arrested Talebâs father. The muttawa chief managed to survive his extensive injuries.
Talebâs father was publicly beheaded.
After his release from hospital, Taleb received two hundred lashes.
One of the muttawas who arrested Najat told me her tragic story. Taleb, who was a former student of mine, then confirmed it.