Islam is the real positive change that you need to change for being a better person or a perfect human being, you can change yourself if you read QURAN, IF YOU DO THAT !! you will change this UMMAH, say I am not A Sunni or Shia, BUT I am just a MUSLIM. Be a walking QURAN among human-being AND GUIDE THEM TO THE RIGHT PATH.
Tuesday, February 28, 2017
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Hawiyow Suqa Bakaaraha Farmajaa Gubay maxa sugaysan oo kale? dahir Alasow
Ninkan dhakhtarka dadka waalan hala geeyo, ninkan waa qac, marada ayanu iska tuurin.
Complete skeleton of new marine reptile discovered in Mexico
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Frederick Douglass On How Slave Owners Used Food As A Weapon Of Control
npr
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President Trump recently described Frederick Douglass as "an
example of somebody who's done an amazing job and is being recognized
more and more, I notice." The president's muddled tense – it came out
sounding as if the 19th-century abolitionist were alive with a galloping
Twitter following – provoked some mirth on social media. But the
spotlight on one of America's great moral heroes is a welcome one.
Douglass was born on a plantation in Eastern Maryland in 1817 or 1818 – he did not know his birthday, much less have a long-form birth certificate – to a black mother (from whom he was separated as a boy) and a white father (whom he never knew and who was likely the "master" of the house). He was parceled out to serve different members of the family. His childhood was marked by hunger and cold, and his teen years passed in one long stretch of hard labor, coma-like fatigue, routine floggings, hunger, and other commonplace tortures from the slavery handbook.
At 20, he ran away to New York and started his new life as an anti-slavery orator and activist. Acutely conscious of being a literary witness to the inhumane institution he had escaped, he made sure to document his life in not one but three autobiographies. His memoirs bring alive the immoral mechanics of slavery and its weapons of control. Chief among them: food.
Hunger was the young Fred's faithful boyhood companion. "I have often been so pinched with hunger, that I have fought with the dog – 'Old Nep' – for the smallest crumbs that fell from the kitchen table, and have been glad when I won a single crumb in the combat," he wrote in My Bondage and My Freedom. "Many times have I followed, with eager step, the waiting-girl when she went out to shake the table cloth, to get the crumbs and small bones flung out for the cats."
"Never mind, honey—better day comin,' " the elders would say to
solace the orphaned boy. It was not just the family pets the child had
to compete with. One of the most debasing scenes in Douglass' first
memoir,
Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, describes the way he ate:
In truth, rations consisted of a monthly allowance of a bushel of third-rate corn, pickled pork (which was "often tainted") and "poorest quality herrings" – barely enough to sustain grown men and women through their backbreaking labors in the field. Not all the enslaved, however, were so ill-fed. Waiting at the "glittering table of the great house" – a table loaded with the choicest meats, the bounty of the Chesapeake Bay, platters of fruit, asparagus, celery and cauliflower, cheese, butter, cream and the finest wines and brandies from France – was a group of black servants chosen for their loyalty and comely looks. These glossy servants constituted "a sort of black aristocracy," wrote Douglass. By elevating them, the slave owner was playing the old divide-and-rule trick, and it worked. The difference, Douglass wrote, "between these favored few, and the sorrow and hunger-smitten multitudes of the quarter and the field, was immense."
The "hunger-smitten multitudes" did what they could to supplement their scanty diets. "They did this by hunting, fishing, growing their own vegetables – or stealing," says Frederick Douglass Opie, professor of history and foodways at Babson College, who, of course, is named after the activist. "In their moral universe, they felt, 'You stole me, you mistreated me, therefore to steal from you is quite normal.' " If caught, say, eating an orange from the owner's abundant fruit garden, the punishment was flogging. When even this proved futile, a tar fence was erected around the forbidden fruit. Anyone whose body bore the merest trace of tar was brutally whipped by the chief gardener.
But if deprivation was one form of control, a far more insidious and malicious one was the annual Christmas holidays, where gluttony and binge drinking was almost mandatory. During those six days, the enslaved could do what they chose, and while a few spent time with distant family or hunting or working on their homes, most were happy to engage in playing sports, "fiddling, dancing, and drinking whiskey; and this latter mode of spending the time was by far the most agreeable to the feelings of our masters. ... It was deemed a disgrace not to get drunk at Christmas." To encourage whiskey benders, the "masters" took bets to see who could drink the most whiskey, thus "getting whole multitudes to drink to excess."
The nefarious aim of these revels was to equate dissipation with liberty. At the end of the holidays, sickened by the excessive alcohol, the hungover men felt "that we had almost as well be slaves to man as to rum." And so, Douglass wrote, "we staggered up from the filth of our wallowing, took a long breath, and marched to the field – feeling, upon the whole, rather glad to go, from what our master had deceived us into a belief was freedom, back to the arms of slavery."
Douglass sounds even angrier at these obligatory orgies – he calls them "part and parcel of the gross fraud, wrong, and inhumanity of slavery" – than at other, more direct forms of cruelty.
"It was a form of bread and circus," says Opie. "Slaves were also given intoxicated drinks, so they would have little time to think of escaping. If you didn't take it, you were considered ungrateful. It was a form of social control."
When he was about 8 years old, Douglass was sent to Baltimore, which proved to be a turning point. The mistress of the house gave him the most precious gift in his life – she taught him the alphabet. But when her husband forbade her to continue – teaching slaves to read and write was a crime – she immediately stopped his lessons.
It was too late. The little boy had been given a peek into the transformative world of words and was desperate to learn. He did so by bartering pieces of bread – he had free access to it; in Baltimore, the urban codes of slavery were less harsh than in rural Maryland – for lessons in literacy. His teachers were white neighborhood kids, who could read and write but had no food. "This bread I used to bestow upon the hungry little urchins, who, in return, would give me that more valuable bread of knowledge," Douglass wrote in one of the most moving lines in Narrative.
"This also shows the ingenuity of enslaved people," says Opie, "and how they tricked and leveraged whatever little they had to get ahead."
Today, when one thinks of Frederick Douglass, the image that springs to mind is of a distinguished, gray-haired man in a double-breasted suit. It is difficult to imagine him as a half-starved boy garbed in nothing but a coarse, knee-length shirt, sleeping on the floor in a corn sack he had stolen. As he wrote in Narrative, "My feet have been so cracked with the frost, that the pen with which I am writing might be laid in the gashes."
It is a heartbreaking image – redeemed by one little word, "pen." A pen that he wielded with passion, clarity and irony to gash the life out of slavery.
Nina Martyris is a journalist based in Knoxville, Tenn.
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Food For Thought
Nina Martyris
Douglass was born on a plantation in Eastern Maryland in 1817 or 1818 – he did not know his birthday, much less have a long-form birth certificate – to a black mother (from whom he was separated as a boy) and a white father (whom he never knew and who was likely the "master" of the house). He was parceled out to serve different members of the family. His childhood was marked by hunger and cold, and his teen years passed in one long stretch of hard labor, coma-like fatigue, routine floggings, hunger, and other commonplace tortures from the slavery handbook.
At 20, he ran away to New York and started his new life as an anti-slavery orator and activist. Acutely conscious of being a literary witness to the inhumane institution he had escaped, he made sure to document his life in not one but three autobiographies. His memoirs bring alive the immoral mechanics of slavery and its weapons of control. Chief among them: food.
Hunger was the young Fred's faithful boyhood companion. "I have often been so pinched with hunger, that I have fought with the dog – 'Old Nep' – for the smallest crumbs that fell from the kitchen table, and have been glad when I won a single crumb in the combat," he wrote in My Bondage and My Freedom. "Many times have I followed, with eager step, the waiting-girl when she went out to shake the table cloth, to get the crumbs and small bones flung out for the cats."
Douglass makes it a point to nail the boastful lie put out by slaveholders – one that persists to this day – that "their slaves enjoy more of the physical comforts of life than the peasantry of any country in the world.""Our food was coarse corn meal boiled. This was called mush. It was put into a large wooden tray or trough, and set down upon the ground. The children were then called, like so many pigs, and like so many pigs they would come and devour the mush; some with oyster-shells, others with pieces of shingle, some with naked hands, and none with spoons. He that ate fastest got most; he that was strongest secured the best place; and few left the trough satisfied."
In truth, rations consisted of a monthly allowance of a bushel of third-rate corn, pickled pork (which was "often tainted") and "poorest quality herrings" – barely enough to sustain grown men and women through their backbreaking labors in the field. Not all the enslaved, however, were so ill-fed. Waiting at the "glittering table of the great house" – a table loaded with the choicest meats, the bounty of the Chesapeake Bay, platters of fruit, asparagus, celery and cauliflower, cheese, butter, cream and the finest wines and brandies from France – was a group of black servants chosen for their loyalty and comely looks. These glossy servants constituted "a sort of black aristocracy," wrote Douglass. By elevating them, the slave owner was playing the old divide-and-rule trick, and it worked. The difference, Douglass wrote, "between these favored few, and the sorrow and hunger-smitten multitudes of the quarter and the field, was immense."
The "hunger-smitten multitudes" did what they could to supplement their scanty diets. "They did this by hunting, fishing, growing their own vegetables – or stealing," says Frederick Douglass Opie, professor of history and foodways at Babson College, who, of course, is named after the activist. "In their moral universe, they felt, 'You stole me, you mistreated me, therefore to steal from you is quite normal.' " If caught, say, eating an orange from the owner's abundant fruit garden, the punishment was flogging. When even this proved futile, a tar fence was erected around the forbidden fruit. Anyone whose body bore the merest trace of tar was brutally whipped by the chief gardener.
But if deprivation was one form of control, a far more insidious and malicious one was the annual Christmas holidays, where gluttony and binge drinking was almost mandatory. During those six days, the enslaved could do what they chose, and while a few spent time with distant family or hunting or working on their homes, most were happy to engage in playing sports, "fiddling, dancing, and drinking whiskey; and this latter mode of spending the time was by far the most agreeable to the feelings of our masters. ... It was deemed a disgrace not to get drunk at Christmas." To encourage whiskey benders, the "masters" took bets to see who could drink the most whiskey, thus "getting whole multitudes to drink to excess."
The nefarious aim of these revels was to equate dissipation with liberty. At the end of the holidays, sickened by the excessive alcohol, the hungover men felt "that we had almost as well be slaves to man as to rum." And so, Douglass wrote, "we staggered up from the filth of our wallowing, took a long breath, and marched to the field – feeling, upon the whole, rather glad to go, from what our master had deceived us into a belief was freedom, back to the arms of slavery."
Douglass sounds even angrier at these obligatory orgies – he calls them "part and parcel of the gross fraud, wrong, and inhumanity of slavery" – than at other, more direct forms of cruelty.
"It was a form of bread and circus," says Opie. "Slaves were also given intoxicated drinks, so they would have little time to think of escaping. If you didn't take it, you were considered ungrateful. It was a form of social control."
When he was about 8 years old, Douglass was sent to Baltimore, which proved to be a turning point. The mistress of the house gave him the most precious gift in his life – she taught him the alphabet. But when her husband forbade her to continue – teaching slaves to read and write was a crime – she immediately stopped his lessons.
It was too late. The little boy had been given a peek into the transformative world of words and was desperate to learn. He did so by bartering pieces of bread – he had free access to it; in Baltimore, the urban codes of slavery were less harsh than in rural Maryland – for lessons in literacy. His teachers were white neighborhood kids, who could read and write but had no food. "This bread I used to bestow upon the hungry little urchins, who, in return, would give me that more valuable bread of knowledge," Douglass wrote in one of the most moving lines in Narrative.
"This also shows the ingenuity of enslaved people," says Opie, "and how they tricked and leveraged whatever little they had to get ahead."
Today, when one thinks of Frederick Douglass, the image that springs to mind is of a distinguished, gray-haired man in a double-breasted suit. It is difficult to imagine him as a half-starved boy garbed in nothing but a coarse, knee-length shirt, sleeping on the floor in a corn sack he had stolen. As he wrote in Narrative, "My feet have been so cracked with the frost, that the pen with which I am writing might be laid in the gashes."
It is a heartbreaking image – redeemed by one little word, "pen." A pen that he wielded with passion, clarity and irony to gash the life out of slavery.
Nina Martyris is a journalist based in Knoxville, Tenn.
Tens of thousands of drought-stricken families in Somalia forced to flee their homes in search of food and water
02/10/2017
Local government authorities and Save the Children field offices are reporting that hundreds of trucks a day have been arriving in the coastal regions of Puntland over the last six weeks carrying families and their livestock from as far as Somaliland, simply because they have heard there had been some fleeting rain just before Christmas.
Further South, in South Central Somalia, the UN is reporting many Somalis are heading in the other direction, with more than 100 drought-stricken refugees a day crossing the Ethiopian border into Dollo Ado camp since the start of January – a rate not seen in four years.
Across Puntland, which is suffering the worst drought the region has seen since 1950, newly internally displaced people who have lost their livestock are gathering in small informal camps looking for water, food and aid. But families are struggling to cope due to soaring water and food prices.
“The movement of people across Somalia and Somaliland, and over the border into Ethiopia, is a sign that Somalia’s proud rural families are on the brink,” said Save the Children Somalia Country Director, Hassan Noor Saadi.
“Conditions are the driest they’ve been in decades and the landscape is peppered with goat carcasses. In some places, we’re now seeing dead camels – normally a grim precursor to a loss in human life. More than 360,000 children under five are already acutely malnourished across, including 71,000 severe cases that are at risk of death.”
“We saw similar signs in 2011, but the world did not act quickly enough – and over a quarter a million Somalis died from famine. We cannot let that happen again.”
Deeqa*, 37, who is living in a small camp with four of her seven children near Bohol-Olodley in Puntland, said she had travelled to the region to find green pastures for their livestock. But now, 90 per cent of their camels, goats and cows have died. There is no school for her children to go to. And she says many of the children in the informal camp where they are living are now sick.
“If you have lost your livestock and you are not staying in big town, how will you survive? As long as you are alive, you are running for your life,” she said. “If it doesn’t rain, who is going to be alive? Life will be gone.”
Amina*, 38, travelled with her children from near Garowe to the same area, also seeking more fertile ground. She said just 50 of the family’s 400 livestock remain – those that do are too weak to produce to milk.
“I have never seen or heard of a drought of the size. I could never have imagined something like this in my mind,” she said.
More than six million people, half of them children, are now in need of urgent life-saving assistance across Somaliland, Puntland and South Central Somalia.
With poor seasonal rains forecast for the coming months, Somalia stands on the brink of famine unless critical funds are made available to provide aid, water and medicines to reach the most vulnerable, especially children.
ENDS
Notes to editors:
- Save the Children is responding to the forced migration of families, deploying mobile health units and scaling-up its response in health clinics it supports across Puntland, screening for and treating malnutrition among children, waterborne diseases and other serious health concerns. The aid organization is also trucking water into parched communities across Somalia and Somaliland, and providing food vouchers and cash transfers so that families can get enough to eat.
For additional information, please contact:
Daniel Kim, Communications Officer
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Pizzeria job offers Somali refugee a lifeline to self-reliance
UNCHR
MARIBOR, 17 December (UNHCR) – Abubakar skillfully stretches
the rounded dough while glancing at the Pepperoni pizza in the beehive oven behind
him to check whether the cheese is melting yet. Then, he carefully spreads the fresh
tomato sauce on the top and adds the other ingredients. Half side prosciutto
and mushroom; half side vegetarian.
The 31-year-old Somali refugee has been working as pizza baker for 18 months at Trattoria Padrino, an Italian restaurant in Maribor in north-eastern Slovenia. He is happy and relieved to have just received a new contract for a year, remembering “how impossible it seemed in the beginning to find a job.”
Abubakar Hassan Maow learnt his pizza baking trade in Malta where he lived for four-and-a-half years after crossing the Mediterranean in June 2006 on a makeshift boat from Libya. He had fled his home in Somalia to save his life, after witnessing his father and four siblings killed.
The young Somali moved to Slovenia two years ago as one of the eight refugees relocated from Malta within the European Union relocation project EUREMA, designed to ease the burden on Malta in the wake of its rapidly expanding refugee population.
Though he earned good money in Malta (about 1300 euros a month), Abubakar could not imagine life there in the long run and did not feel welcomed by the locals. “You cannot hope for citizenship,” Abubakar said citing the case of another Somali who lived 14 years in the country without being naturalized. “You have to renew your documents every year.”
“I thought if a country took a few people only, unlike big countries taking many people, it must be because it wanted to give them a good care,” recalled Abubakar of his decision to accept the relocation opportunity to Slovenia two years ago. He also loved the beautiful photos of the mountains and the sea he found on the internet.
But arriving in Slovenia, Abubakar had to face the cold reality: he did not know the language, it was freezing, his heater often did not work and he needed a job urgently because the then 190-euro monthly social support lasted only half the month.
Without knowing Slovene, Abubakar found it tough to find a job despite help from the coordinator of his orientation programme, Martina Majerle, who had sent around his resume to pizzerias. A few months later, Majerle noticed an ad at her local pizza restaurant and immediately asked if they would consider testing out the Somali refugee.
“First he came two-three days a week for a couple of hours, and after we saw that he was doing everything properly, baked good pizza, worked clean and already had relevant experience, we were happy to take him,” said Melita Dovnik, one of the three managers of the popular Italian eatery.
For the managers, it wasn’t a problem that Abubakar did not yet know Slovene very well, as long as he could read orders and recipes. “We have also worked abroad in a restaurant in Switzerland for nine years and know how difficult it can be to find a job as a foreigner, without knowing the language,” Dovnik remembered. Her staff accepted their new colleague quickly, and today they speak to him more in Slovene than English to help him progress.
Until now, Abubakar is the only refugee out of the eight relocated from Malta to have found work in Slovenia and had almost given up before Trattoria Padrino gave him a chance. “I said to myself: Slovenia is my new home. Be it good or bad, I have to find here my own feet,” recalls Abubakar but adds without the job he probably would have left eventually.
With a job now in his hand, Abubakar has two more dreams. One is to bring his family to Slovenia whom he has not seen for seven years. His wife, two sons (aged nine and 11) and daughter (just six years old) live in Mogadishu. The littlest one he has yet to meet, as his wife was just pregnant when he fled.
His other dream is to open a wholesale food and clothes store in Slovenia just like his father had in Somalia.
Until then he is happily gathering more experience in the pizzeria. His boss is also satisfied. “He has proven his skills so by us, he can stay as long as he wants,” Dovnik told UNHCR.
By Éva Hegedűs in Maribor, Slovenia
Read more: http://www.unhcr-centraleurope.org/en/news/2012/pizzeria-job-offers-somali-refugee-a-lifeline-to-self-reliance.html
Monday 17, December 2012
© UNHCR/L. Hervai
For Abubakar, it took six months to find a
job. He is among the lucky ones, many other refugees in Slovenia
struggle for years to find employment.
The 31-year-old Somali refugee has been working as pizza baker for 18 months at Trattoria Padrino, an Italian restaurant in Maribor in north-eastern Slovenia. He is happy and relieved to have just received a new contract for a year, remembering “how impossible it seemed in the beginning to find a job.”
Abubakar Hassan Maow learnt his pizza baking trade in Malta where he lived for four-and-a-half years after crossing the Mediterranean in June 2006 on a makeshift boat from Libya. He had fled his home in Somalia to save his life, after witnessing his father and four siblings killed.
The young Somali moved to Slovenia two years ago as one of the eight refugees relocated from Malta within the European Union relocation project EUREMA, designed to ease the burden on Malta in the wake of its rapidly expanding refugee population.
Though he earned good money in Malta (about 1300 euros a month), Abubakar could not imagine life there in the long run and did not feel welcomed by the locals. “You cannot hope for citizenship,” Abubakar said citing the case of another Somali who lived 14 years in the country without being naturalized. “You have to renew your documents every year.”
“I thought if a country took a few people only, unlike big countries taking many people, it must be because it wanted to give them a good care,” recalled Abubakar of his decision to accept the relocation opportunity to Slovenia two years ago. He also loved the beautiful photos of the mountains and the sea he found on the internet.
But arriving in Slovenia, Abubakar had to face the cold reality: he did not know the language, it was freezing, his heater often did not work and he needed a job urgently because the then 190-euro monthly social support lasted only half the month.
Without knowing Slovene, Abubakar found it tough to find a job despite help from the coordinator of his orientation programme, Martina Majerle, who had sent around his resume to pizzerias. A few months later, Majerle noticed an ad at her local pizza restaurant and immediately asked if they would consider testing out the Somali refugee.
“First he came two-three days a week for a couple of hours, and after we saw that he was doing everything properly, baked good pizza, worked clean and already had relevant experience, we were happy to take him,” said Melita Dovnik, one of the three managers of the popular Italian eatery.
For the managers, it wasn’t a problem that Abubakar did not yet know Slovene very well, as long as he could read orders and recipes. “We have also worked abroad in a restaurant in Switzerland for nine years and know how difficult it can be to find a job as a foreigner, without knowing the language,” Dovnik remembered. Her staff accepted their new colleague quickly, and today they speak to him more in Slovene than English to help him progress.
Until now, Abubakar is the only refugee out of the eight relocated from Malta to have found work in Slovenia and had almost given up before Trattoria Padrino gave him a chance. “I said to myself: Slovenia is my new home. Be it good or bad, I have to find here my own feet,” recalls Abubakar but adds without the job he probably would have left eventually.
With a job now in his hand, Abubakar has two more dreams. One is to bring his family to Slovenia whom he has not seen for seven years. His wife, two sons (aged nine and 11) and daughter (just six years old) live in Mogadishu. The littlest one he has yet to meet, as his wife was just pregnant when he fled.
His other dream is to open a wholesale food and clothes store in Slovenia just like his father had in Somalia.
Until then he is happily gathering more experience in the pizzeria. His boss is also satisfied. “He has proven his skills so by us, he can stay as long as he wants,” Dovnik told UNHCR.
By Éva Hegedűs in Maribor, Slovenia
Read more: http://www.unhcr-centraleurope.org/en/news/2012/pizzeria-job-offers-somali-refugee-a-lifeline-to-self-reliance.html
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The Quraan and its Sciences.
118139: Commentary on the verse in which Allaah says: “Verily, Allaah will not change the (good) condition of a people as long as they do not change their state (of goodness) themselves (by committing sins and by being ungrateful and disobedient to Allaah)” [al-Ra’d 13:11]
What is the meaning of
the words of Allaah, may He be blessed and exalted, in Soorat al-Ra’d
(interpretation of the meaning): “Verily, Allaah will not change the
(good) condition of a people as long as they do not change their state
(of goodness) themselves (by committing sins and by being ungrateful and
disobedient to Allaah)” [al-Ra’d 13:11]?.
Published Date: 2009-04-20
Praise be to Allaah.
This is an important verse which indicates that Allaah, may
He be blessed and exalted, in His perfect justice and wisdom does not change
the condition of the people from good to bad or from bad to good, from ease
to hardship or from hardship to ease, unless they change their condition
themselves. So if they are in a state of righteousness and goodness and they
change, Allaah will change things for them with punishment, calamities,
hardship, drought, famine, disunity and other kinds of punishments as
appropriate requital. Allaah says (interpretation of the meaning): “And
your Lord is not at all unjust to (His) slaves” [Fussilat 41:46].
Or He may give them respite and give them time so that they might truen to the right path, but if they do not then they will be seized unexpectedly, as He says (interpretation of the meaning): “So, when they forgot (the warning) with which they had been reminded, We opened for them the gates of every (pleasant) thing, until in the midst of their enjoyment in that which they were given, all of a sudden, We took them (in punishment), and lo! They were plunged into destruction with deep regrets and sorrows” [al-An’aam 6:44]., meaning despairing of all goodness -- we seek refuge in Allaah from the punishment and wrath of Allaah. Or they may be given respite until the Day of Resurrection, when their punishment will be more severe, as Allaah says (interpretation of the meaning):
“Consider not that Allaah is unaware of that which the Zâlimûn (polytheists, wrongdoers) do, but He gives them respite up to a Day when the eyes will stare in horror”[Ibraaheem 14:42], meaning that they are given respite until after death, and that will be a greater and more severe punishment.
Or they may be in a state of evil and sin, then they repent to Allaah and turn back to Him, and they regret their sins and adhere to obedience, so Allaah changes their state of wretchedness, hardship and poverty to ease, unity and righteousness because of their good deeds and their repentance to Allaah, may He be glorified and exalted. It says in another verse (interpretation of the meaning): “That is so because Allaah will never change a grace which He has bestowed on a people until they change what is in their ownselves” [al-Anfaal 8:53]. This verse tells us that if they are in a state of ease, comfort and goodness, then they change and turn to sin, their situation will be changed -- there is no power and no strength except with Allaah -- or they may be given respite, as stated above. The opposite is also true: if they were in a state of evil and sin, or disbelief and misguidance, then they repent, regret their sin and adhere to obedience to Allaah, Allaah will change their situation from bad to good; He will change their disunity into unity and harmony; He will change their hardship to ease, well being and plenty; He will change their situation from draught, famine, , lack of water and so on to rainfall, fertile land and other kinds of goodness. End quote.
Majmoo’ Fataawa Ibn Baaz (24/249-251
Or He may give them respite and give them time so that they might truen to the right path, but if they do not then they will be seized unexpectedly, as He says (interpretation of the meaning): “So, when they forgot (the warning) with which they had been reminded, We opened for them the gates of every (pleasant) thing, until in the midst of their enjoyment in that which they were given, all of a sudden, We took them (in punishment), and lo! They were plunged into destruction with deep regrets and sorrows” [al-An’aam 6:44]., meaning despairing of all goodness -- we seek refuge in Allaah from the punishment and wrath of Allaah. Or they may be given respite until the Day of Resurrection, when their punishment will be more severe, as Allaah says (interpretation of the meaning):
“Consider not that Allaah is unaware of that which the Zâlimûn (polytheists, wrongdoers) do, but He gives them respite up to a Day when the eyes will stare in horror”[Ibraaheem 14:42], meaning that they are given respite until after death, and that will be a greater and more severe punishment.
Or they may be in a state of evil and sin, then they repent to Allaah and turn back to Him, and they regret their sins and adhere to obedience, so Allaah changes their state of wretchedness, hardship and poverty to ease, unity and righteousness because of their good deeds and their repentance to Allaah, may He be glorified and exalted. It says in another verse (interpretation of the meaning): “That is so because Allaah will never change a grace which He has bestowed on a people until they change what is in their ownselves” [al-Anfaal 8:53]. This verse tells us that if they are in a state of ease, comfort and goodness, then they change and turn to sin, their situation will be changed -- there is no power and no strength except with Allaah -- or they may be given respite, as stated above. The opposite is also true: if they were in a state of evil and sin, or disbelief and misguidance, then they repent, regret their sin and adhere to obedience to Allaah, Allaah will change their situation from bad to good; He will change their disunity into unity and harmony; He will change their hardship to ease, well being and plenty; He will change their situation from draught, famine, , lack of water and so on to rainfall, fertile land and other kinds of goodness. End quote.
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Fatima’s Fate: An Escape Bid That Ended In Tragedy
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01/31/2017 12:27 pm ET
Daniel Howden
Refugees Deeply
Desperate decisions on
the road to refuge left a young Afghan mother disabled, bereaved and
stranded. Her story illustrates the appalling risks Afghan refugees are
taking in the face of rising European asylum rejections and
deportations.
When Fatima Bakhshi awoke, her first
thought was for her children. She did not know where she was, where her
two boys were, or what had happened to her mother. Then she realized she
could not feel her legs.
It would be days before she
could emerge from the haze of painkillers to recall the final frantic
moments before the crash, which occurred in Serbia. The 29-year-old from
Kabul had been crammed with another 14 people into a Volkswagen Passat
with its back seat ripped out. Fatima had been crouching with her mother
Nadia behind her, and her boys were on their grandmother’s lap.
In broken English, Fatima
had pleaded with the driver to slow down as the vehicle began to veer
between lanes at high speed. She remembered panicked shouting inside the
car, and then nothing.
When she regained
consciousness, Fatima found herself in a hospital bed in the Serbian
city of Niš. An English-speaking doctor told her that after
complications and an infection following an initial surgery, her legs
had to be amputated above the knee.
For now, Fatima’s desperate
attempt to get herself and her family away from Afghanistan has come to a
brutal halt in Niš, the city closest to the fatal crash that occurred
when the smuggler, fearing interception by the police, veered off the
road into a barrier.
The collision occurred on
December 28, and Fatima spent days without news of her children and
mother, as the authorities initially had no way of establishing the
identity of the survivors. Two adults and one child had died, but the
driver from the smuggling gang was nowhere to be found.
After an agonizing wait, she
discovered that her two sons, Ahmed, 4, and Shohaib, 9, had survived
the wreck with broken bones, cuts and bruises, and were being treated in
a different facility. Her 59-year-old mother, Nadia, had not survived.
Known to friends as Naji,
Fatima did not take the decision to leave Kabul and travel to Europe
lightly. It was done with the support of her mother, who had watched
Fatima suffer at the hands of both her father and an abusive husband.
Fatima’s father, Nadia’s husband, was an “oppressive and violent man,”
she would later confide to friends in Greece. Of Fatima’s two sisters,
one migrated to Germany while the other committed suicide in Afghanistan
some years ago by pouring gasoline over herself and setting herself
alight.
Fatima’s husband proved to
be violent, and the pair eventually divorced in 2015 after he began to
use heroin. Even after the separation, the man’s family continued to
harass and threaten her, prompting their decision to flee the Afghan
capital.
After an ordeal experienced
by hundreds of thousands of refugees and migrants, the four members of
the Bakhshi family reached Europe via a rubber dinghy, landing on the
Greek island of Lesbos in March 2016.
Their arrival came after the
closure of Greece’s northern borders. Fatima and her family found
themselves in limbo in the Athens refugee camp of Elaionas.
It was in Athens that the
Bakhshis became involved with the Melissa Network, which supports
refugee and migrant women. “Fatima taught herself English during her
journey, over the period of the past nine months, something she takes
great pride in,” said Nadina Christopoulou, the head of Melissa, who is
marshaling efforts to help Fatima in Serbia. “This was appreciated by
all our members, who saw the resilience and determination of these women
to create a better life for themselves and the little children.”
Their late arrival in
Greece, after more than 1 million refugees and migrants transited the
country in 2015, left the Bakhshi family facing an asylum lottery in
which Afghans are increasingly the losers. Throughout Europe the rate of
recognition for asylum claims for Afghans has been plunging faster than for any other nationality.
Where Germany recognized 72 percent of asylum claims from Afghans in
2015, a year later that rate dropped to 56 percent. In Norway, the rate
plummeted over the same time period from 82 percent to 30 percent. In
Greece, where Fatima applied, recognition dropped from 61 percent to 49
percent last year. The family had strong reasons to fear rejection and
deportation.
It was with this in mind
that Fatima and Nadia took the fateful decision to skip Elaionas after
their neighbors at the camp told them they had decided to use smugglers
to continue their journey. The mother and daughter quickly packed the
essential items, giving the rest to friends in the camp. For the cost of
a little over $3,000, they were told they would be smuggled out of
Greece and driven across FYROM and Serbia into Hungary. Their eventual destination was in Ireland with Nadia’s two brothers, Farooq and Zakhrie Bakhshi.
Farooq heard reports of Afghans being killed in a crash in Serbia,
but had no idea his relatives had left Greece. When he got a call from a
doctor in Serbia, he began to look for his loved ones and some answers
there.
Farooq, an engineer, arrived
in Niš at midnight on January 3, after boarding a bus from Belgrade.
With no idea where Fatima was and finding no English speakers, Farooq
was forced to speak the little Russian he still knew from the Soviet
occupation of Afghanistan to try and communicate.
By the time he found Fatima’s doctor, Zoran Radovanovic, at the Niš Clinical Center, another half day had passed.
“I asked her what had
happened but it took two or three days for her to be able to explain,”
said Farooq. “I told her not to worry about anything, now with
technology we can make anything. We can make legs.”
Farooq, who has since
returned to Ireland, also tracked down Ahmed and Shohaib. They had only
been able to speak to their mother by phone and were in deep shock.
Ahmed had a broken arm and leg and was still in considerable pain.
“They told me that everything went dark and they didn’t know what happened. They thought they had gone to another world.”
The two uncles are now determined to reunite the family in Ireland. It is unlikely to be simple.
Afghan refugees from
Germany, Sweden and elsewhere in Europe are facing deportation in
increasing numbers, while those in Pakistan and Iran are being coerced by the hundreds of thousands
to return to a country still at war. Last year was the deadliest in
Afghanistan since 2001. Some 620,000 people were forced to flee their
homes inside its borders.
The Bakhshi brothers are only too familiar with war. Zekhrie was threatened by the Taliban following his work as a fixer with the BBCjournalist John Simpson. Dr. Zak, as he is known, worked as a translator on a number of high-profile stories including the Afghan girl photo by Steve McCurry.
After being given refuge in Ireland, he completed his medical studies
at Trinity College Dublin. He now practices medicine and is ready and
willing to sponsor his niece and grandnephews if Irish authorities will
let him.
“My heart is
crying now that we didn’t do enough to prevent this,” said Zekhrie. “We
knew what was happening, they were running away from brutality and war.
We wanted them to get here and be with us, and had faith that they were
safe under U.N. protection in Greece, and that through them we would eventually reunite.”
This article originally appeared on Refugees Deeply. For weekly updates and analysis about refugee issues, you can sign up to the Refugees Deeply email list.
In ‘A United Kingdom,’ A Royal Interracial Marriage Ignites A Global Scandal
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See exclusive photos from the new movie starring David Oyelowo and Rosamund Pike.
02/07/2017 12:09 pm ET
Matthew Jacobs
Entertainment Reporter, The Huffington Post
n 1948, a black law student named Seretse Khama, who was also heir to the throne in Botswana, married a white English clerk named Ruth Williams. Their courtship sparked an international scandal right as apartheid was taking hold of neighboring South Africa.
This month, Khama and Williams’ story is the subject of “A United Kingdom,” which premiered at last year’s Toronto Film Festival.
David Oyelowo plays Khama, and a charming Rosamund Pike plays Williams,
a woman who had to adjust to life at the center of a fraught spotlight.
Below, The Huffington Post
has a gallery of exclusive photos showcasing the handsomely shot movie
directed by Amma Asante (”Belle”).
“A United Kingdom” opens Feb. 10.
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