Saya jadi teringat cerita orang tua jaman PKI dulu. Bagaimana rombongan siswa sgb bisa dicap gerwani. Bagaimana orang biasa tiba tiba dijemput banser (ini banser nu kah ? Apakah banser sama yg membantai etnis cina th 98) dan dibantai di tengah sawah. Bagaimana orang baik baik malah dianggap jahat. Bagaimana seorang penari (dicap) gerwani rela minum racun demi agar tidak disiksa dan dibantai. Many tears, blood and lost, HANYA KARENA FITNAH.
Stop membenci orang. Stop menyebarkan fitnah. Berita yang kita tidak saksikan langsung. Mata telanjang siapapun bisa melihat siapa masuk rumah siapa.
Salam is mendendangkan lagu Sindentosca..
Persahabatan bagai kepompong, mengubah ulat menjadi kupu kupu.
Persahabatan bagai kepompong, maklumi teman hadapi perbedaan..
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Perihal: [bali-bali] The Women of Swat and 'Mullah Radio' By a group of NWFP women (may Allah swt protect
The Women of Swat and 'Mullah Radio' By a group of NWFP women (may Allah swt protect them from the satanic mullahs)
"Islam started as soon as we fled from Malakand. People outside Swat think we had Islam and Shariat. There is no Islam in Swat. The Taliban have finished it."
-woman from Mingawera, Swat, in a Sawabai camp
Where does one begin to tell you what they have been saying? It is difficult to explain because it is difficult for some of us to believe, to understand, and at times, even to empathise with. Between their rage and their tears, between giving each other solace and laughing at lighter moments, they opened up to talk to us. They shall not be named but they shall be heard by all of us today.
We write here some of the stories the women of Swat told us. They come from Kabbal, Mingawera (Mingora), Qambar, Kanju and other parts of Swat. Some are from Buner and Maidan in Lower Dir. Their lives were affected in many more ways than the lives of their men. Although they belong to a perceived conservative and retrogressive culture, which the Pukhtun male has always guarded very carefully, these women have lived through many months of a terror which has kept them even more house bound. This style of social control has challenged every aspect of their Pukhtun way of life in ways that they could not imagine. And yet their ignorance has played a big part in the tragedy of Swat-- an ignorance and naivety which made many of them the captive audience of Fazlullah, or, as they call him, 'Mullah Radio'.
When we entered the large tent a few women looked up and smiled. Some got up and put out their hands to greet us. They seemed surprised that we could converse in the same language. 'Sit down. We can't even offer you tea' said one laughing 'look at us and what we have been reduced to.' We quite candidly said that they were OUR guests and would rather welcome them. Their children were lying on the floor, red because of the heat, tired and listless in the hot air of the fans. The women had been sitting in silence before we went in. We could hear no noise from the tent which was full of about forty women and children. What could they share with each other? Each story was the same as the other. It was a pall of misery and silences that hung over their heads. These women were lucky; they had a common place to come to, out of their tents. In most camps, the women sit in the heat of the tents, not being allowed to go out. They wait for their men to
come before they can use the toilets. Their children defecate outside the tents as they cannot take them to the toilets. In some schools, they feed their children first and, at times, do not eat.
One by one they spoke their ordeal, their flight from the bombing, the endless days of walking with children and the elderly and the dead they had left behind. Soon each one wanted to tell her story. They sat closer and closer to us, listening to the others and telling us about themselves. Most of them had fled from Mingawera and other places in Swat--walking for days, avoiding the curfew by moving off the roads and taking to the mountains to walk, walking day and night; hiding their sons in trucks for fear that the Talibs would take them away to fight. One woman had walked for nine days with three children under ten. We cannot recall the number of women who told us about how their homes were shelled and how they had buried their dead without bathing them, in hurriedly dug graves. One had lost her baby on the way down, had dug a ditch beside the road, torn off part of her chadar, wrapped her child in it and buried her in the ditch. She walked on, to save
what was left, her
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