Rudyard Kipling"
“When you're left wounded on Afganistan's plains and
the women come out to cut up what remains, Just roll to your rifle
and blow out your brains,
And go to your God like a soldier”
General Douglas MacArthur"
“We are not retreating. We are advancing in another direction.”
“It is fatal to enter any war without the will to win it.” “Old soldiers never die; they just fade away.
“The soldier, above all other people, prays for peace, for he must suffer and be the deepest wounds and scars of war.”
“May God have mercy upon my enemies, because I won't .” “The object of war is not to die for your country but to make the other bastard die for his.
“Nobody ever defended, there is only attack and attack and attack some more.
“It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God that such men lived.
The Soldier stood and faced God
Which must always come to pass
He hoped his shoes were shining
Just as bright as his brass
"Step forward you Soldier,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To My Church have you been true?"
"No, Lord, I guess I ain't
Because those of us who carry guns
Can't always be a saint."
I've had to work on Sundays
And at times my talk was tough,
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.
But, I never took a penny
That wasn't mine to keep.
Though I worked a lot of overtime
When the bills got just too steep,
The Soldier squared his shoulders and said
And I never passed a cry for help
Though at times I shook with fear,
And sometimes, God forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.
I know I don't deserve a place
Among the people here.
They never wanted me around
Except to calm their fears.
If you've a place for me here,
Lord, It needn't be so grand,
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't, I'll understand."
There was silence all around the throne
Where the saints had often trod
As the Soldier waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.
"Step forward now, you Soldier,
You've borne your burden well.
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in Hell."
A Burned Girl’s Ghost Brings Down Her Islamic Killers
Friday, November 08, 2019
Burned Girl,Nusrat
Jahan Rafi, a teenage girl in Bangladesh
Jihad Watch : Sex, lies and a brutal murder in a madrassa.
Over a grim concrete gateway in a small town near Dhaka, a blue sign
reads, “Sonagazi Islamia Fazil (Degree) Madrashah”. This is where Nusrat
Jahan Rafi, a teenage girl in Bangladesh, was burned alive.
The girls who attacked Nusrat wore burkas. So did she. This was,
after all, an Islamic school. And even when murdering, its female pupils
were expected to abide by Islamic principles of conduct.
The madrassa students who held Nusrat down and helped tie her hands
and legs, before she was set on fire, were acting under the authority of
leaders of the local Awami Muslim League and their own principal who
had been an emir with Jamaat-e-Islami whose mandate calls for an Islamic
state.
The girls weren’t trusted to do the actual killing. That allegedly fell to Javed Hossain, a man, if you can call him that, wearing a burka, who poured kerosene on Nusrat while she lay tied up on the roof.He struck a match and set her on fire. Then he went down to take an
exam. The same exam that the burning girl was supposed to take.
Outside the court, after his conviction and death sentence, his mother called on Allah. There were other men in burkas on the roof that day. Saifur Rahman
Mohammad Zobair tore away Nusrat’s burka and used it to tie her up.
Shahadat Hossain Shamim had bought the burkas that the men wore with
money from a leader in the Awami Muslim League and gagged her with his
hand while she was set on fire. More of the conspirators guarded the
area to keep anyone else from intruding.
In court, the girls, now women, one of them a mother, went on wearing
their burkas. When they were taken out of court, with a death sentence
pronounced on their heads, they went with their faces already covered.
While Nusrat covered her face much of the time, in the final photos, her
face is uncovered, while her body is swathed is white bandages. When
the pupils of the Islamic school set her on fire, 80% of her body was
left burned.
And she died that way in Dhaka Hospital for the crime of
telling the truth. The truth helped bring down the Madrassa and its principal, Siraj Ud
Doula, a small scowling goateed man, the tips of the goatee dyed a
noxious orange-red, who sent Nusrat to her death, and whose plot against
her, led to a death sentence for 16 men and women, including himself.
His crimes dragged in his students, the Awami Muslim League,
Jamaat-e-Islami, and shocked all of Bangladesh.
The first truth that Nusrat told was that Siraj had sexually harassed
her. She continued telling the truth while her brother taped her on his
phone in the ambulance on the way to the hospital. It was also the final truth she told in a hospital bed, declaring, “I will fight till my last breath.”
