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--- In [email protected], itemabu2  wrote:
>
> 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  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.
> >
> >
> >
>




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