Man lets daughter drown rather than let strange men touch her
The father of a 20-year-old woman who drowned in Dubai allegedly stopped lifeguards from helping her.
The unnamed man had said he preferred to let her die rather than be touched by strange men after she got into difficulty on a beach in the city, a top Dubai official told Emirates 24/7.
Lt. Col Ahmed Burqibah, Deputy Director of Dubai Police’s Search and Rescue Department, said the incident had stuck with him.
He said: “The kids were swimming in the beach when suddenly, the 20-year-old girl started drowning and screaming for help.
“Two rescue men were at the beach, and they rushed to help the girl.
“However, there was one obstacle which prevented them from reaching the girl and helping her.
“This obstacle was the belief of this Asian man who considered that if these men touched his daughter, then this would dishonour her. It cost him the life of his daughter.”
According to Lt. Col Burqibah, the man became aggressive, physically pulling the rescue men away from the water and said he “prefers his daughter being dead than being touched by a strange man”.
The girl died in the incident but Lt. Col Burqibah said she could have been saved as they were “so close to her to pull her out of the water” when her father intervened.
The man was later prosecuted for stopping the rescue team from doing its job.
When still a young man, I served a five-year apprenticeship. Once out of my ‘time’, I joined the Merchant Navy, and realised how much I still had to learn; about people, about my work, about the fact that, when you are an Electrical Engineering Officer, you are the guy to go to when things go wrong. You learn fast, or you don’t survive. All the other Engineering Officers, junior and senior, know very little about your line of work, because that’s what you have been trained for. So you cope; you answer the questions, and those answers had better be right, from Day One.
Transfer those thoughts, those ideals and ideas, to another line of work, a significantly different work, and a much more responsible position, and the answers must still be the correct ones, every time. Imagine you have been in the ranks of the Roman Catholic priesthood, and through a certain rigorous process, you become a Cardinal, a Prince of the Church of Rome. Then, one day, out of a cloudless blue sky, comes the thunderbolt: your close colleagues believe you have the qualities to be their leader, the religious prince of Princes, the Pope. You impress many with your humility, your willingness to learn, your acceptance of a simple life, even as Head of the Church of Rome. You continue to stay in a small religious hotel, you don’t want all the fuss, the attention. You commence your own crusades for tolerance, for acceptance, for peace; and it is commonly felt, even amongst your opponents, that you are doing a pretty good job.
And then you screw it all up, in the space of ten seconds, when you state that the Freedom to Speak, the very Freedom of Expression, has its limits. The Pope said “”One cannot provoke, one cannot insult other people’s faith, one cannot make fun of faith.”.
Well, Frankie, you are dead wrong. You may be considered ‘infallible’ by your billion-strong congregation, but only on matters of Dogma, of Faith: in everything else, you are just another fallible human being, and you got the Freedom bit totally, utterly wrong! What you have espoused, what you have told your followers; that is the excuse used by the murderous killers of the Charlie Hebdo staffers.
Amidst all the terror, death and murder, guess who gets all the free publicity?
Yup’; its Aldi!
A comment upon the previous thread led me to search for this small clip from ‘Contact’ the sci-fi film based on Carl Sagan’s novel of the same name.
These days, I have little time for the various talking heads which claim to represent the so-called Religions of this world, or even less for those Religions themselves; as I wrote in a small piece on my own blogsite a few years ago. Have a read, and then maybe you will understand why I maybe accept that there HAS to be a Supreme Guiding hand which founded this sprawling, infinite Universe, we simply don’t have a real clue either what His or Her, or even Its name might be, we have not read any words from the Hand of that Supreme Being; and we certainly do not have a close grasp on any message which may have been sent from those twinkling stars.
Some may remark that to extract a short clip from a sci-fi movie, and use it to illustrate a belief, or even a lack of belief, is either facile or absurd; but is it not equally absurd to state a belief that, through the ALLEGED words of a Man who lived over two thousand years ago, we should adopt a certain code of ethics; or, taken from a different Book, the written words of an illiterate goat-herder which were remarkably spoken to him by an angel, and from those words have spread the whole panoply of Islam; or should we ignore those religions, and place our faith in Buddhism, or Hinduism, or even, slightly closer to home, the strange and somewhat silly beliefs of the Wicca?
As with all things Religious; You pays your money, and You takes your Choice!
When the true Russian revolution occurred, when the Communists, the Soviets, the KGB and all the repressive machinery of the Russian Empire fell apart, for a few months, a very few months, hope sprang to life in a hundred million minds, a hope which declared, ‘the State does not own us, we are individuals, we do not owe anything to the State!’ I do not need to explain the huge repressive machinery, the KGB, the NKVD, the very Russian Armed forces themselves, all part of the Soviet package which kept the Russian people in slavery-conditions for over fifty years; this all fell apart as the Satellite States, themselves governed as tightly as the Russians, began to flex their own muscles, the urge for freedom which was irreversible, the fall of the Berlin Wall, the collapse of East Germany and the inevitable collapse of a whole system which was built on a tissue of lies, backed with guns and tanks.
The freedom did not last long, the the KGB got itself a new name, the Russian Federation became repressive, now controlled after a short space of time by unreconstructed old-school Communists, but now with many more super-wealthy people at the very top, all supporting the nearly-dictator Putin who has so far invaded Georgia, Ossettia and now the Crimea, but at least the idea that the State is the ‘provider’, and therefore the ‘owner’ of people has disappeared.
Travel West a few thousand kilometres, and you end up in the Republic of Ireland, which for many, many decades was run under a similar system to Soviet Russia, but this Government was not of material things, but of the mind and indeed the very soul of all things Irish. I do not write of the Governments imposed by Great Britain, which ended when Partition was declared and the island was split in two; nor do I write of the Government of the Republic of Ireland, which has governed since Independence was declared. I write of the ‘Invisible Government’, which, to all intents and purposes, was the real ‘Government’, I write of the Bishops, of the Parish Priest, whose very word was akin to Law; and of the enormous bureaucracy and wealth of the Catholic Church, which told people what they should read, or write, or even to think and to behave, in and out of wedlock; all according to the traditions and rites of the Roman Catholic Church. Of a ‘Government’ which routinely connived at the issue of passports and travel documents so that small children, the illegitimate sons and daughters of usually illiterate and certainly ill-educated young women who had committed the grave ‘sin’ of having sex outside of marriage, and therefore had borne the very ‘Spawn of Satan’ could be routinely packaged, and sent off to America as they had literally been sold by the convents and homes where they had been born, in false and fake adoptions to ‘good Catholic Families’ in the United States. Read the rest of this entry »
We read of Hurricane Odile, bearing down on the coast of Mexico’s Baja California, no doubt bringing huge seas, super-strong winds, and all the mayhem which accompanies these, the worst that Nature can throw at the puny efforts of Man; in the space of a few hours bringing the possibility of death and destruction into places where there is usually peaceful sunshine. I write of huge storms, because there is also a programme, to be aired on Wednesday evening on BBC2 which will have, or at least should have, the same effect, that of a tearing and turbulent storm of criticism and debate; on the complacent Catholic Church in the Irish Republic in the decades when they were the Invisible Irish Government, along with the inheritors of an real Irish Government which had, for decades, abdicated its moral responsibility over some of its citizens, and handed them over to a dominant, and domineering, Catholic hierarchy. I refer to the forthcoming TV documentary named Ireland’s Lost Babies, by Martin Sixsmith.
I base my post upon the article in the Sunday Times, (paywalled, so I cannot directly link to it), but the writing, based upon the story behind the successful ‘Philomena’ film, tells us just enough to whet the appetites which, for a long time now, have said that the Paedophile scandals of the Irish Catholic Church, hushed up and ignored for years, was just the beginning of a long expose of the criminal behaviour of many within the very body and soul of the Catholic Church in Ireland. Sixsmith writes of the thousands of babies, torn from the very arms of their mothers, themselves working in virtual slavery conditions to repay their ‘debts’ to the Church and to a negligent ‘Society’: and literally sold, for a ‘donation to the work of the Church’ in America, to ‘good Catholic families’ as adopted children. Because of the Catholic Church’s policy towards the babies’ mothers, which was consistently that they were all ‘fallen women’ because they had committed the mortal sin of having sex outside of marriage, and therefore having no moral character at all, their children were simply the ‘Spawn of Satan’, and should therefore be regarded as just a commodity to be traded. As in the previous exposures of over two hundred thousand British children, literally stolen from their families because the mothers had placed them temporarily in a Care Home run by a reputable Charity, or even a Council home, and exported to Australia, Canada and Rhodesia, where many were treated as little more than the cheapest of cheap labour, and others were treated much worse, not much thought was given to the people who were supposed to be caring for these children.
I have, in the past, written of other abominations committed under the veil of this ‘most Christian Church’, and I also wonder, in having the upbringing I did, with a strong Catholic tradition evident in my own life until I saw the tawdry truth and left the whole belief system behind; whether I was just lucky enough to be living in England, where the power of the Catholic Church had waned some hundreds of years in the past, and we only had the home-grown paedophiles and other criminals to worry about!
was he a Muslim fruit-and-nutcase; or was he just a Muslim being a Muslim, acting to Muslim traditional behaviour.?
Freda Odame, 30, a supermarket worker who lives a few doors from the house where the woman was found beheaded, said she looked out of her window and saw the man wielding a machete with a “crazed look” in his eyes.
She said: “He was waving a huge machete around like a madman. He was shouting stuff. It didn’t make sense, it was like he was speaking in tongues.
“His eyes had a fury in them, lots of anger and hate. He was shouting and screaming, thrashing around.
“It was terrifying. I shut the curtains and sat there in fear. Then police banged on my doors shouting for people to come out.”
We, the Sisters of Nazareth, aim to share the love of God through our ministries of care and education and our openness to respond to the needs of the times. Sisters of Nazareth have been supporting and caring for those in need at all stages of life. We do this by living our core values of love, compassion, patience, respect, justice and hospitality.
Young people at Sisters of Nazareth properties in Derry were known by numbers rather than their names, and many were allegedly subjected to humiliation, threats and physical abuse, said Christine Smith QC, senior counsel for the inquiry.
Outlining the nature of the allegations, Smith told the inquiry that as well as making children eat vomit when they were ill, nuns used sticks, straps and kettle flexes to beat their young charges. The nuns removed Christmas presents from some children as punishments, Smith said.
She said those who had given testimony also accused the nuns of locking them in cupboards and threatening to transfer them to an adult mental hospital at Muckamore Abbey. in Co Antrim, if they did not conform.
Rather than sending the children to school, the Sisters of Nazareth sent them out to work on farms or in the home’s laundry, Smith said. She said allegations also included sexual abuse by older children, visiting priests, employees and in one instance a nun.
It could be just an anomaly, it could be all just rumour, and it could be all down to the Sisters not reading their own Mission Statement; but somehow, I tend to believe the poor bastards who were placed in those ‘sanctuaries of love, compassion, patience, respect, justice and hospitality’
So, you are a practicing member of the Jedi faith, and as everyone knows, the very thought of being near high-strength adhesives, impact glue and other sticky materials is anathema to your very existence. This is because the ‘Force’ rules everything, and if something refuses to stay put on a wall, or a bookshelf fails, the ruling is that because the ‘Force’ did not allow the shelf to exist, or the mirror to be hung from a bracket stuck to the wall in the first place, they should not continue, or something like that.
Your work, strangely enough, is at Home Depot, Corner Hardware, B&Q, or even Homebase; so in pursuit of your religious rights and freedoms, you state that you will not sell any adhesives whatsoever to any customer.
So should the management be suprised when reading headlines like this?
I propose to write seven words in illustration of stories which may well run into the thousands, just seven words; but I am sure you will recognise the outline, and then think upon the people in charge; these people who simply knew, and truly believed, that they knew best. Alongside, of course, the foolish ones who believed that those in charge were just like them, Catholic and Christians.
Catholic. Unmarried mother. Betrayal. Irish. Silence. Secrecy
The film Philomena is not one which I have seen, but I reckon I would like to have said “I saw it!”