A 21-year-old accidentally shot his 18-year-old brother in the face in Houston, Tex., early Tuesday. The men were in separate rooms of the home when the older brother was fiddling with an AR-15 rifle. He reportedly didn’t realize it was loaded, and a round struck his brother in the face. He is expected to survive. There’s no word if any charges will be filed.
JERUSALEM (Ma’an) — Israel forces on Wednesday released the grand mufti of Jerusalem but police said they intended to pursue an investigation into the Palestinian religious leader.
“The investigations about mufti Mohammed Hussein will continue,” an Israeli police statement said.
Hours earlier Israeli intelligence officers had broke into the mufti’s home in the Jabal al-Mukabbir neighborhood of East Jerusalem and took him to the Russian Compound detention center.
“At 8:10 a.m. two vehicles from Israeli intelligence arrived at our house and detained my father, taking him to the Russian Compound detention center for interrogation,” one of Hussein’s sons told Ma’an.
An Israeli police spokesman told AFP that the mufti was being questioned on suspicion of involvement in a “disturbance” at the al-Aqsa compound on Tuesday.
“Some chairs were thrown at a group of Jews on the Temple Mount,” which Muslims refer to as al-Haram al-Sharif, Mickey Rosenfeld told AFP of the previous day’s incident.
This piece was published yesterday in The Globe And Mail, here is another copy in case you missed it.
On late Saturday, Pope Tawadros II led his first Easter Mass as head of the ancient Coptic Christian Church in Egypt by praying for security and prosperity in the country. It was the most important event of the year for Egypt’s Christian minority. Many Muslims attended the service, including various figures from the opposition parties. However, President Mohamed Morsi and Prime Minister Hesham Qandil were conspicuously absent; their Muslim Brotherhood government effectively snubbed the mass by sending a low-level token representative – the country’s housing minister.
Many voices in Egypt had pressured the President to attend the mass as a gesture of support to the Copts, particularly after the recent violent…
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Saudi Arabia’s health ministry recently reported five deaths due to novel coronavirus infection, with two more infected persons in intensive care in the hospital.
Of 24 novel coronavirus cases reported globally, 17 occurred in Saudi Arabia, and 16 of the 24 cases resulted in death. The virus is thought to be spread from animal-to-human, although it is unknown from which animal the virus is sourced; not much is known about the virus’s ability to spread from person-to-person.
Editor’s note: This was written for the more than fifty people killed and ninety injured on April 3 in the suicide bombing in Farah province where Taliban bombers disguised themselves as members of the Afghan army.
The innocent children – whose only hope was to wake up the next morning and play and who dreamed of the future just like any other children – took their wishes to the grave again.
The mother looking for her children from the doorway – who didn’t know they would never be home again.
The son, who was his family’s sole source of support, is dead.
The husband, the hope and eyes of his family, is lost.
In a minute my nation lost more than fifty people.
What is the value of such blood in Afghanistan? What is the value of our brothers, sisters, mothers, and fathers?
How careless we are; we move about and forget.
I read a news account of twenty children and six women shot to death at a school in the U.S. Across the country, people came together to support the families, and to demand change.
When the fifteen-year-old Pakistani girl was shot by the Taliban for going to school, every school in Pakistan sent its prayers, the nation gathered behind her, and the United Nations arranged for her medical treatment at the best hospitals.
Where was the world when Anisa from Afghanistan was shot? Even in her own country, there was no outcry. We lose girls every day. And the world is quiet.
The people of Afghanistan stay silent. The people in power keep their own children safe in the best houses or send them to other countries. This is the value of our blood.
It is up to us. The government or the U.N. will not do it. But I am afraid. I am afraid of the men who keep me from standing up. If a girl cannot even walk the streets freely in the afternoon, how can she find the courage to speak out?
Today my nation lost more than fifty people.
By Hila G.
Afghans bury their dead loved ones on the outskirts of Farah, western Afghanistan, Thursday, April 4, 2013. Suicide bombers disguised as Afghan soldiers stormed a courthouse Wednesday in a failed bid to free more than a dozen Taliban prisoners in western Afghanistan, officials said. Scores of people, including the attackers were reported killed in the fighting. The assault in Farah province was the latest example of the Taliban’s ability to strike official institutions despite tight security measures. (AP Photo/Hoshang Hashimi)
Alone Girl Alone
May 7, 2013 Leave a Comment
When I am walking in the street
it’s like walking in a dark jungle and knowing wolves are at the ready.
I can feel them looking at me with red eyes
and searching for a moment.
When I am sleeping, I am waiting for someone to come and shoot me
and with the start of each day I am more alone than before.
I am an alone girl
standing among all these wild people
trying to be strong and help them.
They are not wild because they want to be but because they learned to be.
They learned to be cruel
and see an alone girl as a bad girl.
They learned to know her as a danger to their families and daughters,
they learned to see her as someone who sells herself,
they learned to throw her away,
they learned to annoy her, to break her, to leave her and to hate her.
They never thought she is human.
Only and only because she is a girl and her fault is to be alone.
She did not want to be alone;
she did not choose this life and she does not like it
and if she is alone that does not mean she is a bad girl,
it does not mean she doesn’t have the right to leave,
or that she can’t be a part of this society.
Sometimes I am tired of being an alone girl,
I am tired of people looking at me as a bad girl.
I am tired of hearing the bad words
they enjoy when they can’t touch me.
I am tired of them making fun of me so that I don’t go out again—
I am tired of them looking at my body
and separating me from other people with their eyes
I wish when they see me they would give me a small smile—
but I will never accept their hate
and I will never quietly listen to them
and I will never let them to break me
and I will never be silent.