"If you like quite going to forgive anything," said Queen Sheherezade, and made of Fatima. Violations, daily beatings, death threats, constant verbal abuse, murder of his daughter - she forgave her husband Abdul all. But Abdul forgive absolutely anything, no matter how short or insignificant. A speck of dust on the floor, a boat in the wrong place, slightly cooked kebab, a stain on the clothes, all this was found with downloads of fists. Every little thing that has never done would be recalled and used against her years later. Nothing was ever good enough as for Abdul, and everything was always guilt of Fatima, whatever the real source of the problem.
They had a daughter named Najida, who was nearing the age of marriage. Najida was beautiful, and Abdul hoped to give the child of the largest in the city businessman. Then one day she went to the market and came, every inch of her body in agony, his face and body marked unrecognizable. A man had thrown a bucket of sulphuric acid her face because she accidentally leaves the shelter of burqa for a moment and discover his head. Najida forgave, but now had family shame who not never marry any man. And that no could not be pardoned, ever, no matter what he did.
They had another daughter named Shaheena, who was gang raped by a young Kemal called dura and his friends. This was the worst possible family shame. So Abdul Shaheena beat to death and threw his body into the dogs. In this way, the family no longer had to live with this shame.
They had a son named Hassan, who disliked what he saw to her around. Abdul, neighbors, children, keeps calling him traitor, calling him crazy, calling it weak, calling it Infidel. Still didn't like what he saw. The magnet organized a public flogging of Hassan, but that still did not influence him. By what the Imam said Abdul, "send her son to a madrasa." "They teach the true Islamic ways."
The madrasa was a boarding school dedicated to the teaching of Islam. His students were guys from across Pakistan, just in small rooms. Education was to fully memorizing the Qur'an and applied his teachings rigorously days a and day. The boys were trained to record with the sacred fire of Islam, and he was often heard say them, "I grow up to kill infidels". Hassan remained there until students were summoned to the sacred cause.
The name of the sacred cause was Taliban. The mission: invade and conquer Afghanistan and submit to the true Islamic values. They crossed the border in Toyota trucks, buses, old tanks and armoured vehicles. They met with minimal resistance. "Nobody wants to shoot a Talib", Locals said, "it's like shooting a nun". Little they knew they had the Santo Talibs in store for them.
The country was placed under curfew, with barricades everywhere and the inspection of everyone passing by. Companies, houses, farms, were attacked constantly, with any material not Koranic confiscated and their owners publicly flogged. People were executed publicly - to play music, to practice Buddhism or Christianity, to travel without a male relative, to talk to a person of another gender. Rape victims were accused of adultery and stoned publicly. Priceless artifacts were destroyed, schools shuts down, reduced to a crawl of the economic activity. Women were forbidden to go outside the home and husbands had power of life or death over them. And most promising men were drafted in the Taliban, leaving their businesses and jobs unattended.
The only thing that grew up under the Holy Talibs were prisons. People were arrested for everything and nothing. Hassan was assigned as a guard of the women of Kandahar's prison. "Certainly" believed the commanders, "this will set this straight boy".
The prison was a foul place tracking with lice, where human feces ran on the floor and food bowls were placed on it. Guards were from cell to cell every day, beating the inmates black and blue. The guards demanded that Hassan take part in beatings; but it could not bring himself to do so. Stated it that it was weak and corrupt, that he was not a man, that he should be shot, which was a traitor to Islam, that women there were bad whores that had destroyed the fabric of Afghan society and were using, manipulating and controlling serve you Satan. Yet Hassan would not take part in the beatings.
One day, the guards had had enough. Two of them accompany Hassan a cell occupied by four young women. They thing pointed their AK rifles and told, "won them, or you kill".
There was no justification Quaranic Hassan as follows. I knew that this was against the Islamic principle, which could be executed by it and can go to hell. But at this time not already served. In women saw scars of Najida and the corpse of Shaheena and realized that, if it's become the form, then any daughters may himself never would be subjected to a world where the luck is tey would have to suffer. And that nothing could never forgive.
Reaching behind his AK, hit his butt to the heads of the two guards, call them unconscious. Then took off the key fob and passed through the prison, opening of each cell and carried the woman quietly outside.
Outside was the sound of shooting, bombs, people running from one place to another. NATO troops were taking the country. The contraction of the Taliban, and Alá was nothing in sight. There was no easy solution, but now had a chance in the future better. A future that do not belong to the barbarity and oppression; a future with the possibility of freedom, peace, justice and opportunities; a future in which was legitimate and reasonable to bring new life.
Ilya Shambat