I remember that night, as if it was yesterday. If it was on any other continent, we might have died the both of us. You were breach, and so big, and you came so fast, with your hand over your head, as if you were Superman. If it was on any other continent, I could have lost you. Or you could have lost me. If it was on any other night, we might have lost each other. But not that night. Allah Almighty saved us that night. It was not any night. It was Lailat ul-Qadr. The night of Destiny. You got your Destiny that night. Your Qadr. And I got mine.

It was never easy. But I saved each smile in my heart. Each time you smiled, in between crying, I saved those moments in my heart. Because Allah almighty saved us that night. You could cry for 18 hours straight. You seemed to have so much anger inside you. And you had pain. I went to doctors time after time. They all said the same. Colic. I knew it was not, but what could I do? Until one doctor finally listened to me. He said I could have lost you, have we not get help at all. He could not understand why doctors never checked your stomach. I could have lost you, but Allah Almighty saved you.

Now, you are a beautifull boy. But a boy with a troubled heart. I wish there was anything I could do, to make you know that I love you. I wish there was anything I could do, to make you know I made the choice I thought was best for us. You are my Qadr, my Destiny, and I am yours. We are bound to each other, as Allah Almighty saved us that night.

When you said those words to me, and cried… My boy, you broke my heart. Allah Almighty knows how much I love you. And He knows what I sacrificed for you, and your sister. And He knows why I did what I had to do. One day you will understand.

In the night of Qadr you were born. In that night, Allah Almighty saved you. My beautiful boy, with the troubled heart. You are my life, my only son. If I could mend your heart, I would. If I could fulfil your wish, I would. But I can’t, and one day you will see why, and I think you know, deep inside, why. Because it is your Qadr.

Altså, skal man snakke om “burka” i media, slik som her:  http://www.vg.no/nyheter/innenriks/norsk-politikk/artikkel.php?artid=577759 må man først av alt vite hva det er man egentlig skal forby. Skal man forby det lokale afghanske plagget, som stort sett brukes kun av afghanere i Afghanistan og diaspora-afghanere i Pakistan, og enkelte områder i India også? I så fall er jo ikke det noe problem her i Norge i dag, fordi det er jo ikke i bruk i det hele tatt her, meg bekjent.Det noen få søstre imidlertid bruker i dag i Norge, er niqab. Man må lære seg å skille disse tingene. Det er faktisk irriterende at de brukes om hverandre i hytt og dynevær!

En annen ting, som faktisk er viktigere egentlig enn benevnelser, er HVA tror folk konsekvensen av ett slikt “burka-forbud” egentlig vil bli? At kvinner vil kaste sine “burkaer” og løpe frigjorte nedover gatene 8.mars i beste “Sarah Mats Rasmussen”-stil og brenne sine “undertrykkende” plagg, eller kan man kanskje få en smule realisme på banen her, og se hva det kan medføre? Konsekvensene kan bli enda mindre integrering. Enda mere hat mot majoriteten. Enda mere problemer med misnøye og misnøye kan føre til opprør, som kan føre til mer ekstremisme… Ser dere ballen rulle nå?

Denne posten blir sikkert lengre etterhvert, så sjekk innom igjen senere gjerne. Jeg har litt dårlig tid akkurat nå!

Denne sammenligningen av totalitære regimer og demokratier, er jo bare fantastisk: http://www.vl.no/samfunn/article4735022.ece