Sunday, May 28, 2006

Woman Islamist fights for rights in Oman

















MUSCAT - For an Omani, Taiba Al Mawali is a very unusual woman. She is a militant human rights activist, unafraid to say what she thinks in a country where any criticism of the authorities is considered heresy.

"I always say what I think is good for the country -- and they don't like it, A fervent Islamist, Mawali dresses in black from head to toe with only her face showing. The 42-year-old has paid dearly for her beliefs -- she spent six months in prison for criticising the trial last year of 31 Islamists for having "plotted the overthrow of the government by force of arms... by forming an illegal underground organisation".

The Islamist affair has left its marks on Mawali, a mother of six who is married to a policeman, turning her life upside down. Mawali says she has been under surveillance by the security services since her membership of the Majlis Al Shura (consultative council) for six years between 1994 and 2000.

The council has no power, but she says she served on it as a way of improving the lot of Omanis, and she never hesitated to have a dig at government ministers. "Since then, they've had their eye on me," she said. When the authorities limited to two the number of mandates in the Majlis, she had to quit. Then she was told that her former employers at the information ministry no longer required her services.

She was eventually transferred to the ministry for municipalities, environment and hydraulics -- and given an empty office and no work. "I had nothing to do. And no computer. Maybe they were afraid I would surf the Internet," she said. "So I began to write."

It was at about this time that some Omanis launched an Internet discussion forum which quickly became known as "Sablah," a term meaning a place outside the home where people gather to talk. In a country where the media are strictly controlled by those in power, "Sablah" became an outlet for computer-owning Omanis to speak openly and from the heart. The authorities allowed the forum to go ahead, she said, because it enabled them to "know what people were thinking" and to finger those deemed anti-establishment. "I began by writing for Sablah on political and economic issues," Mawali said. Her pen-name was "bint Shams", or "daughter of the sun".

Then, at the beginning of 2005, things began to happen. Dozens of people suspected of being part of an Islamist plot were interrogated, and 31 were later charged. "I knew them personally. I had read their books and visited them in their homes. They love their country and his majesty," she said of Sultan Qaboos bin Said.

Their aim had merely been "to teach religion to people as it should be taught", she said, adding: "As you know, the whole world is afraid of Islam." Mawali claims the Omani authorities have changed "many things" in the teaching of Islam "in the cause of the Americans".

She saw the trial as a strong-arm message from the security services over the rise of Islam in a state that is very tolerant on a religious level. Attending the trial as an observer, Mawali continued to criticise both it and the country's leaders, in her writings on "Sablah" and in private phone conservations.

In June 2005 she was herself questioned for 3days, with the police wanting to know why she had spoken out in defence of the accused. She was even grilled by her interrogators for complaining in an SMS message about a rise in the price of diesel. When asked whether she wrote on "Sablah" and if so under what name, she told them immediately and without fear. Mawali said that she could have avoided a prison term if she had signed a document given to her by an interrogator.

Jail sentence

By doing so, she would have admitted belonging to a clandestine group and to having repented. It would also have meant she could no longer give interviews, and would have to stop her rights activities. "I threw it in his face," she said bitterly. Last July, Mawali was sentenced to 18 months for her Internet articles and for criticising the authorities. She appealed. But she was afraid of being thrown in jail before this was heard, and fled to a friend's house where she hid for 17 days. The day before the appeal hearing, she returned home "disguised as a man".

6 months in prison was the verdict, and she was immediately taken into custody. She was freed a few days before the full term of her sentence, and believes this was done to avoid any public demonstration of support upon her release. Paradoxically, Mawali was the main victim of the Islamists affair, even though she was not one of those originally accused. One diplomat believes she would certainly have been pardoned, as were the 31 convicted, had she asked. "Why would I have done that?" she bristled. "If you do something wrong, sure, you ask for a pardon."

According to Amnesty International, which called her a "prisoner of conscience", Mawali's name was put forward for the Nobel Peace Prize.

She continues to profess her devotion to Sultan Qaboos -- "his majesty is in my heart" -- and blames his advisers for hiding the truth from him. Mawali says prison made her "a stronger person". It also made her more determined to fight for human rights. "We want proper and free elections..." she said. "We have to have an independent judiciary." "Because I know my religion, I fight for the rights of man and for justice." Mawali is convinced she remains under constant surveillance.

Thursday, May 18, 2006

Attitude @ work

There are schmucks who work extremely HARD to promote a shamelessly bad mannerism at work. I can't even comprehend the hostile communication (the approach is: attack when you lack awareness) and strike harder when receiving constructive criticism. Not to mention the bitchy attitude and superiority complex and schizos who suffer from both inferiority and superiority complex. Quite a few nuts here that are hard to crack. Believe it or not, I have been subjected to some of it but I have also witnessed it between my staff members and I'm SICK to death of it.

Why is it so hard to be sincere and considerate? I'm so sick of the aggression, self deluded arrogance, cluelessness, self-gradiozed and demeaning behavior. I wish they could hear the disgust I have for them. Maybe then they will stop when they see me vomiting in their faces. I wonder how long or how far do they think their attitude will take them in their profession or in their pathetic life for that matter. I was shocked to hear my boss tell me today 'you're too nice'. Are they that bad round here?

I hope I won't be joining their club. Not sure I want to be the one who goes with the saying 'if you can't beat them, join them'. I need to roll my sleeves up now and bitch slap all 'em attitude and tell them to LEAVE if it's the only way they can live happily because right now, they behave like fuckwits know-it nothing.

Friday, May 12, 2006

Can't help but wonder...

May I think freely? I bite my tongue
May I practice patience? I close my eyes
Must I worry and bear in mind my issues? I wonder!
My days full of struggles, feeling weak with desires,
Living life that feels like a prison cell
Climbing walls of insanity, hanging on to the ceiling of madness
My emotions dance in terror as my time bomb ticks inside
Malignancy in my grief, denial and thoughts
Too many issues with unknown causes
Will I remain? Shall I abide? Must I stay?
Clichéd heart, lifeless soul, Empty spirit

Lies has become the form of truth
Slightest disagreements become a reason for hate
Blame, guilt, and false accusations has become the norm
Voices rise and misconceptions take over
Sins and cries are widespread like infection
Coinciding deceit and dangerous games stand tall
Being kind is like paying a penalty for a crime you didnt commit
Intelligence and Justice misused and manipulated
Mental images of undefined perplexity making the maze only larger

More ignorance, less knowledge
More theft, less charity
More resources, less peace
More demands, less volunteerism
More rejection, less acceptance
More wealth, more corruption
More gain, less sharing
More disappearances with less explanations
More destruction with less recovery
More damage with less construction
More troubles with less resolutions
More mental radiation, More men digging in the garbage,
and... more juveniles abusing drugs


The fools are welcome,
The geniuses are ignored,
...and we change lovers as often as we shower
Less treasure, more poverty
Less activity, more shame,
Mental normalcy is a problem, insanity is the norm

Chopping DNAs, wasting intelligence and wealth for the unfavorable
Empty minutes, cold hours, still days
Parents turn to alcohol and children pay the price

Youre happy when youre drunk
When youre sober, its over

Carrying a gun is fun, and paying respect is odd
Ignorance, intolerance, is part of us
Seduction of political power and devils masquerade as angels

What is health, knowledge, will, and morality?
Where is realization, appreciation, development, wisdom, and rationalism?
What exactly makes us live and die?
Is God really above space and time?
Is he the form of supreme intelligence?
Has the creator determined the destination of his creation?
Is our existence a premeditated proposal?
Perhaps an entrapment of an affliction?
WHAT IS THE ESSENCE OF OUR EXISTENCE?
I cant help but wonder why Im here?
My answers only leave me with more questions

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

We were not prepared to Say Goodbye...





















....it was sad, shocking and totally unexpected...at least to me...it was very painful to swallow the news of her passing away. The void I witnessed on my sis-in-law's face was unbearable too. I've never seen her this way, like a 5 yr old helpless baby girl who has gone missing in a shopping mall and crying that her mommy is gone. I can't imagine what it would be like to lose a mother, a guardian angel, a daily advisor, the lady who has raised children with an abundance of love, care, tenderness and priceless upbringing.

My heart still aches for her early departure. I can't face my sis-in-law because I know what I will see. The void, the pain, the loss and the very poison of grief. The lump in my throat gets bigger and dries my mouth as if I swallowed splinters of wood until I feel like Im choking. I don't know how much of that I can handle without breaking in front of her. I can't afford to be that now, certainly don't want to be the weak one when she's the one who is meant to be adversely affected by the loss.

I hope our Allah gives her strength through this wave of grief that may take some time to settle... Allah ma3aha inshaAllah. I pray in my heart always.

I miss you Aunti Moza. I wish I had spent more time with you. I wish I visited you one more time. The last words I heard from you was 'I'm feeling better, pray for me please'. Your presence always had a calming effect on me and my family. Every word you uttered was uttered with Grace and love. May Allah bless your soul with the very best of everything. Im sure he will. Allah Kareem.