Dawood Khan

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Under the thumb of Islam — Women in Afghanistan

In Afghanistan, culture on April 5, 2008 at 6:19 am

Afghanistan. Infamous for the Burqa or Chidori. It’s the land that the Taliban made famous by oppressing women. The famous scene of the woman being shot with an AK-47 by a cold and heartless talib. The women here are a mystery to me. I’ve met a couple. One who spoke almost no English. One who had lived in exile with her family in London and returned briefly to live with her Aunt and Uncle.

Walking around Kabul, you see Afghani women covered from head to toe in the burqa or chidari. You’ll see women covering themselves with the hijab. Occasionally, you see Afghan women who go uncovered in public. It’s rare. Usually she will be from a family who had spent time outside of Afghanistan during the past 30 years of war. Families who have adopted a Western and liberal attitude.

What I find ludicrous about the whole hijab, burqa, chidori tradition is that it is in no way a choice of the woman. If you ask an Afghani male, he will usually tell you that she is wearing it because of her family or her husband. “If you have a beautiful wife and you don’t want other men looking at her, you tell her to cover herself.” “Her family is traditional so they tell her to cover herself.” Men in Afghanistan think that it is a stain upon their honor if other men look at their wives. Somehow that blame is transferred to the women. It is their fault that men find them attractive. Therefore, the women must cover themselves.

The Arab Islamic attitude with which I have become acquainted is even more weak of mind and spirit. If a woman is raped, it is her fault because she put herself in that situation. She put herself in that situation because she allowed herself to be alone with a man not of her family. It’s her fault because she went uncovered. It’s her fault because she wore tight, form fitting clothing as opposed to the loose clothing prescribed by Allah and Muhammad. The man shares no blame even though he committed the heinous act. It’s not the man’s fault that he raped her. He couldn’t help himself because he was overcome with lust. His weakness is forgiven. Tolerated. Excused. In my opinion, that weakness of spirit is encouraged in the Arab Islamic tradition. We are to believe that Muslim men have no more control over their lust than toddlers have over their bowel movements? This attitude towards women spreads with Islam. In Islam, women are objects to be controlled, owned, traded, bartered for and sold away. Mere property at the whim and mercy of men. Yet, we are told that women have rights in Islam.

In accordance with Islamic sharee’ah, women who are raped must have four male witnesses. If these four witnesses are not forthcoming and the woman admits that she is raped, she is guilty of adultery. Punishable by death. If she is not put to death then she is exiled from family and community.

This is Islamic Justice!

An interesting story illustrates the attitudes of Islamic men towards women. I was driving around Kabul with an Afghani. As usual, I was taking pictures. Each time I took a picture of a woman, he would get upset and grunt or in some way express his disapproval to me indirectly. Finally, I asked him what the problem was. He told me that I should not be taking pictures of women. His real problem was that I was taking pictures of Afghani women. Islamic women. Yet this same man carries around a phone with a gigabyte of hardcore porn which he will show you in the manner of a bragging adolescent. I mean hardcore as in animals and women. I told him that he was a hypocrite. I offered a deal. I would stop taking pictures of Afghan women if he would erase all of his porn. Of course, he balked. I told him to shut up and drive. lol

Another ludicrous example of the traditions here and elsewhere in the world of Islam. I met a young woman who had lived most of her life in Switzerland. She had gone to all western schools from grade school through University. Her family moved back to Afghanistan a couple of years ago. They spent most of their family money in the process of returning. This girl is quite beautiful. So her father used her beauty to form a business partnership. She is to be married to a man in his 60s. She will be his second wife. Expected to give him the son that his first wife had yet to produce. She has a degree in mathematics that will be for naught as her husband to be is a traditionalist. She will be required to wear a chidari and will not be allowed to leave the house much less hold a job. Once she stepped back inside the world of Islam, she became property. She has no choice in this matter. No say.

This is the world of Islam. The justice that Islam affords women.

These are Islams victims. Future and present.

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NGO volunteers from London pose with their students in Kabul.

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As mysterious as she is beautiful.

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Hijab, Chidari, Burqa … the arrogance and folly of Islamic men. Why would you cause to be hidden such beauty.

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The Bar Girls 10 Commandments

In culture, Thailand, Travel on April 4, 2008 at 11:11 am

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1. At the end of the week, specifically Friday and Saturday, many locally employed walking ATM machines will come to your bar, choose carefully! Some have money, but others do not! If he is wearing a suit and tie, check that the tie is not a Pratunam special and check that he isn’t wearing trainers.
If he is, forget him because he is most likely an English teacher, and they will only give you peanuts, if they give you anything at all.

2. No matter how fat and ugly he is, no matter how bad he may smell, no matter how drunk he is, make sure you always tell him he is handsome. Sit close to him and run your hands over his body, arousing him.
As soon as he has paid the bar fine, you can stand clear of him. Even if he knows that you despise him, he’ll still pay you. The hard part is getting him to pay the bar fine, and as soon as he has done that, the rest is easy.

3. Start collecting email addresses from all of your customers, once you have a good collection of addresses, a visit to your local Internet cafe is in order. Send everyone an email. Simply change the name on each email and send it off to all the guys. If you can remember something specific about them, mention that in the email too.
These walking ATMs all have a soft heart, so you need to tell them a story to get them to send you some of their riches. Start with a sick buffalo and if he doesn’t reply, next tell him that your mother is ill. As a last resort, if he still doesn’t send any money, tell him you are pregnant and the baby is his!

4. Practice crying on cue. It is essential that you can produce tears immediately. This will have the effect of helping the walking ATM machine to see things your way!

5. When you get a customer for an extended period of time, make sure he takes you shopping, with Rarn Tong (gold shop) being the best place to visit. Make sure he buys you gold and if he doesn’t, see rule 4!
As soon as he has left Thailand, take the gold back to the shop and sell it straight back to them, thus increasing your pay out.

6. When locally based farangs are inside the bars, do not speak in Thai with your friends in the bar but rather use Lao, Khmer or any other dialects that you may know.
It’s bad enough that some of them can speak and even read Thai, but Lao and Khmer should be kept as sacrosanct. Under no circumstances should the farang be taught our regional dialects.

7. Always see him off at the airport. Thai currency cannot be used in his country, so it is highly likely that he will give you all of his leftover Baht as he leaves and says goodbye.
While accompanying him to the airport, prevent him buying going-away gifts for his family and friends in his homeland, this will leave more money for you.

8. See Asian customers. They understand that we like to gamble, and they understand that we have lots of unemployed brothers and sisters who need to eat. Therefore, they pay a lot better than the farangs.

9. Remember, when you go with a farang, you must always ask for taxi money and give him the excuse that taxi drivers cannot give change on big notes. Don’t let him see the small change in your wallet. If taxi money isn’t forthcoming, see rule 4.

10. If you are no longer making money in Bangkok, move down to Phuket where you will be able to start making money again. Give Phuket a few years, then move on to Pattaya. Even if you are approaching 50, it is no problem as the walking ATM machines in Pattaya seem to be so blind, they will not notice.

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I found this on the net. It’s pretty funny. And before anyone gets offended. It’s a quasi joke. There is truth to it but it’s not all there is to Thailand and not all there is to the Bar girls. Like anything else, people are people. Trying to make a living. This is just one way that women make a living in Thailand. They come from the poor areas in the North. Usually Isaan. Some just want to make enough to get ahead. Some save to start a business. Some, I’m certain, are cheap little cheats who want to use suckers to support a lazy lifestyle.

Not all girls in Thailand are prostitutes. Not all are looking for a buck. Not all are looking for love either. Lots of women in Asia who are just like the girls in your hometown. I’ve met nice girls in Thailand from all levels of the socio-economic ladder. I’ve had great experiences there. Of course, I’ve been given the “I love you” line several times by little ‘tweeners looking to get a line on a dumb farang. Just don’t be a sucker and fall for it. I’ve met educated women who have great jobs who refuse to let you pay for anything. Working women (business) who just want a drink and a casual relationship. I’ve met girls who are looking for a nice farang to fall in love with because they are sick of Thai men. I’ve met girls who just want sex and a man to hold them for the night.

There are clubs in Thailand that are just like any club in the States or Europe. You can meet women who are just out with friends. Some out looking for the love of their life. Hell, I’ve even met “off duty” bar girls who are looking to hang with a normal guy. Be normal and she’s your girl. One thing you gotta watch out for are the lady boys. Some of them will fool you. They’ve got all the right surgeries to look the part. And they DO look the part. Half lit in the dark, you can’t always tell. lol

The club scene in Thailand is great. The music is much better than in the States. Well, it’s better than Kentucky. They’ve got world class DJs. Locals and Internationals spinning the tables and lots of gimmicks to get people into the clubs. Not that you need and excuse to go to a club in Thailand. All those beautiful Thai women should be reason enough.

You can meet and experience almost anything you want in Thailand. Bar Girls, Good Girls, ‘tweeners, Society gals, business women out on the prowl. It’s all in how you approach it. Don’t be a sucker. Don’t be a heartless ass either. Enjoy yourself, but realize that they are just as human as are you with all the emotions, challenges and complications AND good that goes along with being human. Keep your perspective. Be human. Live and let live. Love freely. Love well.

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This movie was taken by a patron of the Safari A GO GO. These clubs don’t allow people to video. Hence the quality of the vid and the angle. But it gives you an idea of the more sedate places in Patpong on Silom Road.

 

Bangkok Beauty

In Thailand, Travel on April 3, 2008 at 7:04 am

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One of the many reasons that I love Thailand. I was walking to Thanon Khaosarn in Bangkok when I snapped this picture. I couldn’t resist. lol She was probably on her way to do some shopping. Lots to do in the area around Khaosarn Road which is the backpacker hangout. Shops, hotels, bars, restaurants and tons of folks walking around, hanging out, drinking, people watching, shopping, getting tattooed, hair weaves, planning tours to Vietnam, Laos or any of a hundred other destinations in Asia.

I was with a friend so I couldn’t pursue.

The first condition of understanding a foreign country is to smell it.
Rudyard Kipling

Faces of Afghanistan

In Afghanistan, culture on April 2, 2008 at 9:41 pm

I have been traveling Afghanistan since late 2003. In that time, I have had occasion to get out and meet some of the Afghani people. Most are like any other people anywhere else in the world. They are living. Working. Loving and Dying. Raising families. Building homes. Surviving. Some thriving. Others eeking out an existence begging on the street. I’ve met government officials. Quasi-government officials. Mullahs. Extremely religious folk. People who could care less about religion. And folks in between who have a love for Allah but are neither dogmatic nor careless about their Islamic faith. I’ve met people who are strangers in their own homeland. Those who have returned to Afghanistan after self imposed exile. Those who fled the Russians, the Warlords and the Taliban. Many of these folks have sought to understand the strange, always laughing American in their midst.

I have had some interesting experiences in this country. Most often in Kabul. Kabul is a more liberal part of Afghanistan. Occasionally, an American can actually speak with an Afghani woman in the open. The first time I spoke with an Afghani woman, I kept looking over my shoulder for the religious police to come take her away. An odd thing about Kabul is that the Kabulis stare at me. Everywhere I went in Kabul, it seemed as if all eyes were on me. Also, if a foreigner stops anywhere in Kabul, he is mobbed. People will come up and ask to shake your hand. They’ll give you the double cheek kiss. They’ll attempt to speak English with you. God help you if you have a camera. Everyone in the crowd will want a picture with you. As if they actually expect you to come back and hand them all out. That was fairly comical.

The picture phenomenon is not unique to Kabul. Everywhere I go in Afghanistan, people want me to take their pictures. They will usually ask you to give them a copy. Random strangers who you will never see again will ask to take a picture with you AND request a copy. It’s comical. They all want a momento of the time that they spoke with the American.

I have done my best to give a good impression of Americans. Tried to leave a lasting and positive impression of our people with the Afghanis I have met. I am confident that for the most part I have succeeded. I’m sure on a few occasions, I have failed in this endeavor. Along the way, I have taken photographs of the people with whom I have interacted. In my experience, the peoples of the world are both unique and similar. We have commonalities. Common experiences. Common beliefs. Yet, we also have traits and beliefs that are so dis-similar as to seem almost to have originated in another world. Such is the case with Afghanistan. Many folks over here could pass for Americans if you dressed them in some Tommy Hilfiger and Ralph Lauren. Others could only be Afghan–Tajik, Hazara or Pushtoon. The people in these photos live all across this country. In Qandahar, Konduz, Herat, Kabul, Bamian, Mazr-e Sherif, Gardez, Jalalabad.

The pictures below were taken by myself and others. Since I have been coming to Afghanistan, one thing that has been unique to my experience here is the exchange of photographs. I have given CDs full of photos to friends and acquaintances and I have received the same many, many times. I can not claim credit for only a few of the photos below. This is a collection from many travelers over the space of the past 5 or 6 years. We, who have shared a common experience in Afghanistan, have also shared our photos and memories of the experience.

The Faces of Afghanistan:

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Ahmad Shah Massoud — THE face of Afghanistan. He’s the national hero. He’s the closest thing to a universal Afghani as there will likely ever exist.

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An NGO Teacher sits with her student.

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Schoolgirls in Kabul. Outside the Landmark Hotel.

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Of course, this last fellow is a man after my own heart.

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If you can’t figure out why, look at his hat.

Voices from Afghanistan

In Afghanistan on April 1, 2008 at 9:48 pm

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I had gone to the bazaar to buy a movie to watch. They were banned but you could still get them. While I was walking home, a talib stopped me. I had the movie in my hand which was tucked inside my jacket. He asked me what I had in my hand. I told him it was a movie. The talib told me to give him the movie and to come with him. I asked him where we were going. He told me he was taking me to his base. I refused. I told him; “I’m not going to just go with you.” He was carrying a big stick and he started beating me with it. He hit me on the back, across my face, on my head. A few other talibs joined in and beat me until I was bleeding about my head. My nose was busted. They took my movie. They told me that I was lucky and to get home and not to let them see me again.

I was 17 years old at this time. When I got home, I was filthy from the beating. My clothes were rippled. My nose was bleeding and I was bleeding from several cuts and lumps on my back, chest and arms as well. My father asked me what had happened. I told him that the talibs had stopped me and took my movie from me. My father would not let us watch TV or movies after that. He took our DVD player and TV and locked them up.

I was harassed often and beat a few times because my hair was too long. Men were expected to have what you would call a buzz cut. Like your military men wear.

I hated the Taliban.

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During the taliban, it was mandatory to go to mosque and pray five times a day. All shops had to close and everyone was expected to attend the mosque prayers. On this day, the muezzin had made the call to salaat (prayer). In those days, the talibs had religious police who walked around and made sure men had short hair, their beards were a fist length, women were escorted by a male family member among other things AND that everyone was in Mosque for salaat and adhan (Friday prayer). My father was old and sickly. So he could not move very fast. As he was finishing locking up his shop, a group of talis approached him. They asked him why he was not at Mosque for prayers. Before he could answer, they started to beat him. I heard his cries and ran out. I attacked them and yelled at them to leave my father alone. They stopped beating my father and started to attack me.

They beat me and then took me away to their headquarters. They kept me there for 3 days and each day they came in and hit me with sticks and their fists. The talibs would beat you if your hair was too long. They would beat you if your beard was not long enough. If a woman was caught out alone, they would beat her. If you were caught with any banned item, they would beat you. Sometimes, they would beat people for a simple glance in their direction. Sometimes, people would be taken away. Some returned. Some didn’t.

I was held 3 times for run ins with the talibs. Finally, my father sent me out of the country. First I was smuggled across the border to Iran. They caught me and sent me back to Afghanistan. My Father then sent me to Turkmenistan. I was caught there and expelled. Eventually I made my way to Russia where I stayed for a couple of years until the American Army came and kicked the taliban out.

My younger brothers were all illiterate because of the talibs. They would only let us read Qu’ran.

I hate those bastards.

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Those are but two of the stories out of millions of lives in Afghanistan. They were both a little foolish and lucky and brave to challenge the talibs in such a manner. Thankfully they weren’t taken out and murdered by those savages. I can’t give their names here. There are still parts of Afghanistan are still threatened by the taliban, al Qaeda and banditry.

While the taliban was terrorizing Afghanistan, they burned whole villages in the Hazara districts. The Hazara are members of the Shi’a sect of Islam. They are said to be descendents of Genghis Khan. I have read that geneticists have confirmed this. The talibs consider all Shi’a apostates. From what I can gather, the Iranians supplied the Hazara with arms and training during the talib reign. Even so, the taliban destroyed several villages in the Hazara districts murdering or displacing thousands. The Bamian Buddha were in the Hazara lands. The idiot talibs destroyed those national treasures with dynamite. The buddhas had stood mute witness to history for thousands of years. They had seen Genghis Khan, Babur, Tamerlane. They had seen Massoud and Rabbani fight the Soviets and so much more. Now, they are no more. Niches in the cliffs are all that remain.

This victim of the taliban was not so lucky.

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