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________________________________ From: item abu <[email protected]> To: "[email protected]" <[email protected]> Sent: Thursday, March 8, 2012 6:37 PM Subject: Re: [proletar] Afghanistan’s Secret Prostitutes Tragedi? Itu kan buah dr ajaran Islam, ga mungkin tuh Islam menghasilkan kebejadan kayak gitu, bukan? From: safin _blanc <[email protected]> >To: [email protected] >Sent: Thursday, March 8, 2012 8:52 AM >Subject: Re: [proletar] Afghanistan’s Secret Prostitutes > >.. 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 <[email protected]> wrote: > >> ** >> >> >> Hasil Islam ngelindungi cewek, hehehe... >> >> >> >> Channel 4 News, February 28, 2012 >> Afghanistan’s 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. Anything’s considered. No, change that. >> Anything’s 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 woman’s house. We’ll call her Habiba. >> She’s playing with her daughter on the carpet, a toddler. There’s 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 >> Afghanistan’s 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 husband’s 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 don’t 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 – we’ve 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 won’t 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 >> Habiba’s 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 don’t say a thing. Say something – >> for God’s 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: [email protected] >Subscribe : [email protected] >Unsubscribe : [email protected] >List owner : [email protected] >Homepage : http://proletar.8m.com/Yahoo! Groups Links > > > > > > [Non-text portions of this message have been removed] [Non-text portions of this message have been removed] ------------------------------------ Post message: [email protected] Subscribe : [email protected] Unsubscribe : [email protected] List owner : [email protected] Homepage : http://proletar.8m.com/Yahoo! 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