An Iraqi teenage girl has been brutally murdered by her father in an "honour killing" after she fell in love with a British soldier in Basra. She had fallen for the soldier that she knew only as Paul, when she met him at a charity where she worked as a volunteer. Her father was arrested, but Iraqi police took no action. His wife has since left him and is in hiding.
The MOD have suggested that the case raises questions about the training given to British forces in understanding cultural values in a city where 47 women died in "honour killings" last year. Of course, we are appalled and disgusted - but does this also raise the question (again) of what are Britain and the USA achieving in Iraq?
Where is the honour in death and maiming due to war - be it soldiers, civilians, or in this case due to a family matter (possibly the western intervention a factor)
I woke up with this in my head this morning , so am sharing it here:
Seventeen Springtimes you have seen
when new shoots pushed through barren soil
and grew despite the heat and dust
where plans are made and women toil
to raise their young to grow in love
to find their own way in this life
and learn despite the pain and strife.
Seventeen Summers I watched the moon
rise in yours eyes then bless your sleep.
I stroked your raven, silken hair.
As if from harm this would you keep
from darkness in the world. And hate
would never cross your path to reap
the fear that’s strong and hidden deep.
Seventeen Autumns passed with you,
so beautiful at work or rest..
I thanked the God that brought you here
Each noon and night and day was blessed.
Till those who try to change our lives
Brought peace to us from their western world
and flags of freedom flew unfurled.
Now Winter you will not have here
And I will never touch your face.
What “honour” this, what father’s love
that takes you from your rightful place.
When Allah Akhbar is the call
does Allah feel a mother’s pain
and honour in this life remain?