My Personal Encounters with Muslims and their Treatment of Woman - Part II The Wedding

So husbands should love their wives as their own bodies. He who loves his wife loves himself. - Ephesians 5:28

*Continued on from "My Personal Encounters with Muslims and their Treatment of Women - Part I"

Do I believe that all Muslims are evil, NO. Do I believe that all Muslims wish to kill us, NO. Do I believe that the ‘religion of peace’ is detrimental to women, YES I do! What I know is that WE must stand firm in what WE believe, in our Judeo-Christian values, in our own culture, in our own American dream. By being tolerant we give the impression that we can be subdued. By being ignorant of their ‘religion of peace’ we can be manipulated. By being tolerant and ignorant, we can be conquered!

PART II - THE WEDDING

My earliest encounter with Muslim customs was a wedding in early 1988. Hotels keep an active list of photographers they recommend to their clients using their party rooms. The hotel agent called me and asked if I was available on this particular date. I said yes and the next day a man came to my studio and paid for the entire wedding including the rehearsal dinner. He gave me the dates, times and the address of the house as he wanted photographs of the bride and groom at home. It is customary to have photographs taken at the home of the bride so I assumed he was the father of the bride. It was unusual that the father came alone to my studio to discuss the photography for the wedding without a female, neither the bride nor the bride’s mother.

The rehearsal dinner was held at the hotel with approximately 80 guests plus children. I did not expect to see what was before me; the guests were divided into two rooms, one room for the men and one room for the women and children. The bride was sitting on an elevated platform while older women tattooed her hands and feet with henna which wears off in a few days. It seemed that the bride was never made readily available to me as women were always surrounding her. So I never did have time to speak to her directly other than to photograph the tattoos she was acquiring. During this time the men entered into the women’s side. The groom also received his share of tattoos on his hands from his male friends.

This is when I first heard the sounds women make with their tongue to celebrate a festive occasion, called ululation. The women seemed to be enjoying this ritual while I found the entire event fascinating and the sounds a bit unnerving.

When it was time for dinner, the women and the men sat in their respective rooms. I sat quietly next to my ‘male’ assistant that I had asked to accompany me. It was the most uncomfortable feeling dinning with about 40 men while the women, children and the bride enjoyed their meal in the adjacent room. A spokesman for the party let me know that I was allowed to sit with them because I was an American and a business woman. Thinking back maybe I should have feared for my life. I still did not equate this situation to their ‘religion of peace’. They all seemed content with the arrangements.

The next day I arrived at the bride’s house in order to photograph the ‘before photos’. I was shown to where the bride was dressing. She was young, attractive and quiet. Tears were flowing from her eyes as I glanced at her. These were not tears of joy. When her future sisters-in-law left her alone with me for a few moments, she told me ‘my future sisters-in-law are so mean to me, they are telling me what to do all the time’. I asked her where she was from and she told me she was from Portugal. She then told me that this was an arranged marriage and had not met the groom before her wedding. I was taken aback for a few moments but immediately regained my composure when her sisters-in-law returned to the room. An arranged marriage, I had never met anyone in an ‘arranged marriage’. This thought whirled inside my brain. She also told me that she had wanted an American wedding because she had long dreamed of an American wedding dress and an American wedding cake. It became clear to me that I was purposely being diverted from speaking to her. I took a few customary photographs and hurried to photograph the groom. He was nowhere to be found. Oh, oh I thought! It was not long before he was found working on his car, covered in oil and not dressed. He was told to prepare for his wedding. Imagine that! He finally emerged dressed in his wedding tuxedo and was whisked away with the bride to the car for the hotel. I ran to take some photographs of them leaving the house. Her ‘father’ requested these photographs. I continued to believe that the man that came to my studio was her father.

Arriving at the hotel everything was ready and waiting for the couple. A large wedding canopy had been erected so that the bride and groom, members of the family and guests could all be introduced to the entire wedding audience. This took some time as I photographed all of those passing through the canopy. I can only equate the wedding ceremony to a civil ceremony. The bride looked beautiful in her American wedding dress. Some guests were wearing the customary festive garb from their country. The dancing began and the music was lively and entertaining. The men danced by themselves. The women also danced by themselves enjoying the liveliness of the wedding. Finally the bride came out and danced directly in front of her husband while all the guests sat, also enjoying the ‘wedding dance’, similar to a belly dance but in a wedding gown. She later told me that this was customary to please him on their wedding night. The peculiar things I remember are that she refused to kiss the groom in public and would not even hold hands for the photographs. Liquor was not served at the reception but when it came time for the family photographs the men had to be retrieved from the hotel bar. The shocker came when it finally occurred to me that the man I thought was her father was her uncle. The bride and groom were first cousins.

PRESENT DAY

Let’s fast forward to present day. It has been 22 years since I met the young Muslim girl coming to America to experience her American dream wedding. What has become of the bride or the wife of the officer I do not know. What we do know is that there are girls born of Muslims in America that have met a tragic end. We only have to remember that in January 2008 Yaser Said father of Amina and Sarah in Irvin, Texas shot his own daughters because they were dating non-Muslim American boys. Then the more recent story of Noor Almaleki in Phoenix, Arizona murdered in October, 2009 by her father. Both fathers believed that their girls had dishonored them, that they had become too Americanized.

We have proof that Islamists terrorists can do us harm because of 911 and the growing threat of homegrown terrorists now present on our soil. It is not far fetched that Islamists wish to bring Sharia law to America nor is it far fetched that the Islamists want to change America through their ‘peaceful invasion’. All we have to do is look to our own universities where multiculturalism is taught by indoctrinating our students that all cultures are equal. We must also know that these Islamist terrorists have long arms that reach our soil. The Seattle cartoonist Molly Norris has gone ‘ghost’ at the request of our FBI. Molly introduced ‘Everybody Draw Mohammad Day’ and the Imam Anwar al-Awlaki has issued a ‘fatwa’ on her. Interesting that Molly has lost her precious individual freedom expressing her views on Mohammad. These are real stories that have occurred to Americans. How long before we lose our precious individual freedoms?

We must demand that our elected officials understand how vulnerable we are if we continue to bow to the demands of the ‘religion of peace’. They must understand that there are limits to our tolerance. We must have the strength to stand firm in our conservative values because the Liberal media and the Liberal women will not!

Girl's dying words after daddy shot her (very sad)

Texas – Honor killing of AMINA and SARAH – chilling

On New Year’s Day 2008, two Texas teenagers Amina and Sarah Said were shot dead, their bloodied bodies left in a taxi cab. The alleged shooter: their father Yaser Said.

An American Honor Killing

By Abigail Pesta

In a quiet suburban parking lot outside of Phoenix, a father floors the gas on his Jeep Grand Cherokee and heads straight for his 20-year-old daughter. His goal: to protect his family’s "honor." Yes, honor crimes have washed up on our shores.

Anwar al-Awlaki CAPTURE OR KILL LIST

On the Advice of the FBI, Cartoonist Molly Norris Disappears From View

By Mark D Fefer Wednesday, September 15, 2010

You may have noticed that Molly Norris’ comic is not in the paper this week. That’s because there is no more Molly.

http://www.seattleweekly.com/2010-09-15/news/on-the-advice-of-the-fbi-ca...

http://blogs.seattleweekly.com/dailyweekly/2010/07/molly_norris_draw_moh...

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A Holy War on Women

By Nina Burleigh Posted: September 17, 2010 01:21 PM

Apparently, in these countries, men fear losing control of their women more than they fear death itself. Jihadists and their supporters are an entire movement afflicted with the syndrome psychologists have identified in garden variety domestic abusers everywhere: men who confuse love and power, and for whom losing their women is so painful that they would rather see them dead. For women affiliated with such men, the most dangerous moment comes when they try to leave. The possible awakening and emancipation of women worldwide has put women in these cultures at grave risk right now.

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