Najat Fares Kessler Expressions

التربيه الدينيه وغسيل الدماغ

2011-11-28T07:56:00.000-08:00

مادا يحدث في مصر؟

2011-11-19T06:10:00.000-08:00

سؤال المذيع : اذا كان المعيار في كتابة الدستور هو التوافق ، فما الخوف اذن من ان تكون الاغلبية في البرلمان لفصيل سياسي ما ؟؟ فيقول اللواء حسام سويلم : الاغلبية في البرلمان هاتكون جزء من ههذ التيارات او من هذه الجماعات اللي حفظها الدستور ، ليست هذه المسيطرة على اللجنة ، هم عاوزين يسيطروا على اللجنة بحجة انهم يمثلوا الشعب بالاغلبية ، افهم القصة ، هم يقولوا احنا الاغلبية ، ا حنا اللي بنمثل الشعب يبقى احنا اللي نوضع الدستور، الكلام ده غلط، وده اللي وقفت الوثقية قدامه ، افرضوا انكم النهارده اغلبية، لكن بكرة انتم مش اغلببية، بكرن انتم هاتكونوا معارضة ، يبقى الدستور تاني نغيره تاني كل كام سنة ؟؟ لا يا سادة ، وبعدين هم واضعين شرط مهم جدا ولا بنازعه فيه احد !! اذا اختلف المجلس العسكري مع اللجنة اللي تضع الدستور وهو في البرلمان يكون الاحتكام للجنة الدستورية، ايه اللي يزعل في ده ؟؟ زعلانين ليه ؟؟ لانهم عاوزين يحتكروا الجمعية اللي هاتضع الدستور

5- النقطة التانية : قرارات السلم والحرب يجب ان تكون في يد المحلس العسكري، ليه ؟؟ عشان ما يجيش الاخوان المتحالفين مع ايران بدعم من ايران يقولك نلغي اتفاقية السلام مع اسرائيل ونزود القوات زي ما حنا عايزين ، ويعطوا الذريعة لاسرائيل لتحتل سينا وتحتل تاني ال3 مدن بتاعة القناة

ما دام أي مسلم يعدنا بدولة إسلامية سنهاجم هدا ألدين الفاسد حتى تكفو وسنكف انذاك

2011-11-18T08:26:00.000-08:00

لو طارت ماعزة أو حمار إلى السماء وقالو لنا أن محمد كان صادقا في هرطقاته راه مامفاكنش! يعني لن نسكت ولن نتراجع فقد تعبنا من السكوت، و سماع الخطابات الكدابة، و المديح والصلاة على محمد. سئمنا من التلفيقات والتبريرات والتعليلات الغبية، والنفاق، ومهزلة الإسلام برمتها! ونحن أبناء المسلمين. لن نسكت بعد اليوم. ولن تسكتنا محاولات التصغير و ألسب والشتم والتهجم والتهديدات. تسطيح الجرائم المحمدية لن ينفع أي مسلم بل أنه يحفزنا على تناول أفعال محمد و كتب المسلمين وأقوالهم تحت المجهر.

لماذا يا ترى؟

لأن المسلمين هم من بدأو هم من كسر مسامعنا بإسلامهم، هم من يتكلم على فرض دينهم علينا، هم من يسب، يشتم ويتهجم، يقتلون، يفرقعون، يتعدون على غيرهم. ولا يهدأون. فكل مسجد فيه ينعلون، وكل خطاباتهم نعث لغيرهم بالكفر، وعيد وتهديد، ترهيب لا ينتهي.

تفحصنا ديانات غيرهم وكتبهم، وبحثنا، ....وسنين ونحن لم ننطق ببنت شفة. ثم عاشرناهم ورأينا بأم أعيننا كيف تكون حياة المسلم "الملتزم" و "لا ملتزم" خصوصا في بلاد لا توجد فيها دكتاتوريات بل فيها حرية وإحترام للفرد ودينه. حيث وفرت لهم المساعدات والمال والأكل والشرب والملجأ. واكتشفنا حقائق لم نكن نتوقعها. وجدنا أن المسلم قد صنع دكتاتوريته في رحاب الحرية. فوجدنا تقريباً في أغلب الحالات رب البيت المسلم يلعب دور الدكتاتور في عائلته والأم والأطفال دور المقهورين والمعذبين. وجدنا المسلم يأكل خيرات من استضافه ثم يعلم أولاده كره داك المحسن إليه ناعثا إياه بالكافر. وجدنا مسلمين صلاتهم ونفاقهم متساويان، يكذبون يغشون ويعللون ذاك بنصوص الإسلام: فهدا يقول لك أن هده بلد الكفار ودار الحرب وذاك يقول التقية سنة الصالحين!!! ولما بحثنا في سبب هذه المأساة وجدنا وراءها ما يفتي ويحذث به شيوخ الرذيلة في المساجد والتلفزيونات وهم يتقاضون اجورا باهظة ولكن أكثر من دلك وجدنا نصوصا دينية إسلامية توصي بدلك.

فوجعنا، وتعجبنا، قلنا لا يمكن أن يكون هدا من عند الله. ضربونا بالقرآن وبكتب الأحاذيث وفتاوي من يسمونهم "علماء الإسلام"، هددونا ويهددوننا بالموت، كفرنا، نعلونا، إحتقرونا واستدلوا بسنة محمد وما جاء في القرآن.....

فقرأنا ولم نصدق، من هول ما في كتب الإسلام، واعدنا القراءة ودرسنا وفكرنا...وخرجنا من الإسلام...وما دام أي مسلم يعدنا بدولة إسلامية سنهاجم

هدا ألدين الفاسد حتى تكفو وسنكف انذاك.

We are calling on all the world citizens! Help us become free of Islam!

2011-10-28T09:05:00.000-07:00

We come from these regions we know all too well Islam we grow up in it and we have grown out of it! Help us create a new Secular Middle east and North Africa, Equality and freedom of expression, liberty and life with dignity...Help us to become free of the religious dictatorship of Islam!

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I thought I was the one helping, the reality is: They were also helping me!

2011-10-15T13:03:00.000-07:00

During one of the darkest times of my life, I did not have a job, was so far away from family and friends, feeling alone, desperate and miserable…I somehow stumbled into volunteering to teach English to underprivileged immigrants.
I took good care of my students and in a short time I came to know almost everyone at the offices of the school district I volunteered at. Soon enough they asked me to sub-teach and I accepted. From then on, I continued to teach as a volunteer without pay and as a sub-teacher with pay.
The pay was not much but I surprisingly started to feel excited about life again and was eager to help someone else.
I will never forget the day I arrived to class, in order to fill in for a teacher in a near by city. The students were immigrant adults coming from all different continents around the world. The class had a feel of doom and gloom and most students looked tired and sad.
I was to replace their usual teacher for two days in a row. The class was about two hours and half-length with a break in the middle. I usually get the class materials from the regular teacher with instructions on what to teach their students.
That day, I decided to do more than just teach the class materials. I decided to talk to my students first, I had a strong intuition that they needed more than just English teaching and most importantly, I felt an urgent need to talk to them about what they are going through so they can see past it and become more open to learning English.
I went on to share the truth of how I felt as a new immigrant. The aching I felt for being home sick and missing my loved ones and the pain of losing all my friends because of moving so far away. I spoke of my fears and apprehensions, the struggles of learning how to communicate in a new culture, the challenges I faced, and how desperate I felt at times.
By then, the feel of the class has changed. The sad tired looks on their faces have changed into a new sparkle in their eyes and gentle smiles. They were more relaxed and nodded in agreement as I spoke.
I asked them if learning English was difficult, they responded, that it was. I then asked them, if they were to compare the difficulties of learning English with those of changing countries and managing to become a permanent resident/citizen of new country; which one would be more difficult.
They responded that learning English was much easier!
They were ready for me to teach them English so I proceeded with the class. It took us forty five minutes to go over all the class materials originally scheduled for two hours and fifteen minutes. The class was buzzing with excitement and everyone left with a smile on their faces at the end of the class.
The next day, as I was entering the class, I was pleasantly surprised to find that the male students were shaved, wearing clean shirts; and the female students wore make up and dresses. Someone was even wearing a nice perfume!
We had a great class session and at the end of the class a student originally from East Europe walked to me and said "Thank you so much for everything! It takes one person to make a difference"
I was so honored. I smiled as I drove home: I thought I was helping them the reality was: THEY WERE ALSO HELPING ME! This truly was the beginning of my coming out of my despair times: it started with volunteering to do something for someone who had it worse than I did. Only to discover that someone who had it worse than I, can still give me just what I needed in order to go on with my life in the right direction.

I write this love and gratitude to everyone of my students or anyone I have ever helped: you also helped me and I thank you!

كيف تسمون حق غيركم قلة إحترام

2011-07-29T08:53:00.000-07:00

أنا لم أقل لك لا تصم. أنا اساند من يقول: لن يصم ولن يدعي أنه يصوم لكي يحافظ للمسلمين على غرورهم وأكاذيبهم، واستبدادهم.

في العالم الإسلامي، هناك كثير ممن يدعون الإسلام ولم يصومو يوماً ولكنهم خوفاً من ألإستبداد والتعدي الجاري به العمل في الشريعة الإسلامية، يسايرون النفاق الإجتماعي الذي عليه تعود المسلم.

وهناك من يدعون أنهم مسلمون وهم لا يفقهون في الإسلام شيئاً ولا يعلمون عن ما تحتويه الشريعة الإسلامية ولا يعرفون ما هو مصيرهم لو طبق عليهم الإسلام الذي هم عنه مدافعون. فتجد احدهم، يشرب الخمرة طول ألسنة ثم يكف عنه في رمضان لأن الحانات مغلقة، و يتبجح بإسلامه. وأخر يجري وراء كل إمرأة يصادفها ابتغاءً في الجنس حتى في شهر رماضان يفعل دلك بعد الإفطار، وحتى هذا يتبجح بإسلامه. ثم تجد الأخرى وهي تتزوق وتلبس أخر ما جادت به أسواق الموضة في أروبا وأمريكا، حتى هده تتبجح بإسلامها وتسب وتتوقح على من لا يريد ممارسة النفاق لإسلامي الذي عليه هي تعيش.

كل هذه الحالات تجدها سارية المفعول في كل بلدان العالم الإسلامي، بدون استثناء. و ما أخفي أعظم.

طبعا هذه التصرفات ليست فضيلة ولا تدل على إحترام أي أحد ولا أي شيء حتى العقيدة للتي يتبجح بها هؤلاء. هذه تصرفات تذل على أن أغلبية المسلمين طباخون ماهرين في طبق الإسلام. فكل واحد منهم يطبخ الإسلام ليساير هواه ويتبجح بأنه مسلم. الكل مسلم و إنشاء الله، و الحمد لله، في أفواههم على طول النهار و حتى باليل. و لكنك إذا فحصت عن قريب أفعالهم تجد عالما في النفاق و الغرور و lلا وعي، و الجهل التام بماهو الإسلام.

و لكنهم.... مبرمجون تماما على محور واحد في التعاليم الإسلاميه يقولون شيئا و يفعلون ضده، و يسمون أغلب الأشياء بنقيضها.

هل يخفي المسلم إيمانه، صيامه، صلاته، أو حتى تبجحه بنفآقه؟ لكي يطالب غيره بذلك؟

على حسب التعاليم الإسلامية و ماء جاء في القرآن و السنه وما يحدث به مشايخ المسلمين من المشرق إلى المغرب: إيمان المسلم هش، ولا يستحمل الكثير. فمثلا:

رؤية جسد المرأة دون لفه في خيمة منقولة تلبسها المرأة و تتنقل بيها طول عمرها
رؤية من لا يؤمن بالإسلام يأكل غداءأ في رمضان دون أن يختفي و كأنه يسرق

لذا تجد المسلمون حاليا لا طاقة لهم لإستيوعآب ما يحدث عندما يرتد ابناؤهم عن الإسلام ويطالبون بحقهم في الحياة لخالية من الرعب، و التعدي، والظلم، والكذب، والنفاق.

كل شيء نعتقده هو كل شيء لا نعرفه. ماذا وإلا كان اسمها المعرفة وليس العقيدة. الإسلام ليس معرفة و إنما هو عقيدة. والعقيدة، أي كانت، لا تستحق أي إحترام. لأن العقيدة ليست إلا الإيمان الأعمى بافكار أحد أخر عاش قبلك. والإيمان الأعمى لا يستحق الإحترام بتاتاً.

أنا أسأل:

لماذا تريدون أن تتعدو على حقي في قول وفعل ما أقوله وأفعله. أنا لا أصوم فلماذا ادعي، واختبئ لأكل؟ لماذا تحللون لأنفسكم ما تحرمونه على غيركم يا مسلمون؟ أنت تريد أن تصوم فصم: هدا شأنك فلماذا تطلبون من العالم أن يهتم بذلك؟ أن تصمو إبتتغاء جنات فيها حور العين وما إلى ذلك من متاع يشبه متاع الدنيا وتدعون انكم أفضل من غيركم؟؟؟؟ كيف يكون هدا؟

هل من الحق أن تطالبو غيركم بالكذب لكي تستمرو في العيش في نفاقكم وجهلكم؟

أنا لا أريد لا جنات النعيم ولا أي شيء أخر. أريد فقط ان أعيش كالشجرة. أفيد واستفيد. أكل في هناء وسلام دون كذب وإدعاء وبدوري اغدي الطيور والكائنات. فكيف يستفزكم هدا وكيف تسمون حقي قلة إحترام؟ حتى أنأ لي مشاعر ولي طريقي. فكيف يصير طريقكم أكتر أهمية من طريقي في حياتي؟

خاص بالمغاربة 2

2011-07-25T09:41:00.000-07:00

أنا كتبت موضوع كيخص المغاربة وسميت الأشياء بأسمائها. وهدا الرابط يوصل للنص الذي كتبته

http://najat-fares-kessler-expressions.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html

,Hasan Benamrou،و جاءتني رسالة خاصة على الفيسبوك، من صاحبها المسمى

:والذي يقول في صفحته أنه مسلم من خريجي جامعة الأخوين (افران، المغرب) سنة 2000, ما يلي

Hasan Benamrou

Wakila ila houake chi rajel maghribi oma khalssekech

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الرسالة بالحروف العربية:

وقلا حواك شي مغربي وما خلصكش.

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لما جاءتني هده الرسالة بما فيها من هجوم لا أخلاقي لتتهمني بممارسة الذعارة، لم أجب على المرسل وانما صورت الرسالة وقمت بنشرها في صفحتي على الفيسبوك. بعد دلك قام هو بتغيير صورته التي كانت على صفحته وراسلني من جديد يقول ما يلي:

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Hasan Benamrou

انا ماشي ضد داكشي لي كاتكولي علي الرجال ولكن ضد بعض الكلمات لي صدرات منك جنس لطيف وجميل بحالك ماخصوش يخرج من فمو بحال دوك الهدور ;الحوا; حشومة. انا ماشي ضد داكشي لي كاتكولي علي الرجال ولكن ضد بعض الكلمات لي صدرات منك جنس لطيف وجميل بحالك ماخصوش يخرج من فمو بحال دوك الهدور ;الحوا; حشومة

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تعليقي

أنا بغى نفهم كفاش واحد متخرج من جامعة الأخوين ما كيعرفش أشنهو النقد وكيواجهو بالتهجم؟

وش زعما حيت أنا أنثى جاتو صدمة؟

وكفاش منستعملوش كلمات ألحوا؟ علاش؟ ياك ألحوا سميتو ألحوا بدارجة المغربية؟

زعما إلى قلت النكاح راح بخير؟ علاش؟ حيت هدوك موالين اللحية كيقلوها ؟

ولا يمكن إلى قلت

"FAIREL'AMOUR"

غد نكون تفركست على الكلام بي الفرنسي وغادي دوز؟

زعما هدوك الرجال المغاربة اللي كيمارسو ألحوا بأي طريقة بخير

وعيب علي أنا وحشومة إلى استعملت كلمات ألحوا.

باش نعبر على سلوك إجتماعي مشوه ومنافق ؟

حيت أنا جنس لطيف وخصني نبقا زوينة وضريفة بحال شي خريفة؟

كضحك هاد الفهامة ديال جوج فرانك

إو، سمعو ألي معجبو حال

كنقولكم: ماعندي سوق نابان ليكم زوينة!

أنا إنسان جدير بالإحترام وعندي رأي وغادي نعبر عليه وبطريقة مغربية محضة ،

لأنني مغربية وداوية مع المغاربة.

وعلى أي أن مثل هدا التصرف الغبي انما يثبث الكلام الذي كتبته في النص الأصلي ولا ينفيه.

حان الأوان للرجل المغربي أن

أن يستيقظ

من سباته العميق ويرمي في الزبالة مفهوم الفحولة المتخلف لكي يستطيع أن يصبح

.إنسانا محترماً لا أحمق الفحولة الذي يكذب على نفسه

خاص بالمغاربة

2011-07-24T08:13:00.000-07:00

المغربي عزيز عليه يدعي أن أمه، أخته، ومراتو، معمرهم تحواو قبل الزواج ولكن هو بحال العتروس ميفلت غار إلي مشفهاش، يحوي أخت صاحبو، بنت الخال، بنت العم، بنت جيران، الخدامة، الزميلة....كل واحدة فيهم مغربيه، والدة، أخت، زوجة مغربي آخرإلي حتى هو كيدعي وكيعتقد نفس الكلام: أن أمه، أخته، ومراتو، معمرهم تحواو قبل الزواج!

المغربي يشرب البيرة و يحلف، ويصوم ويحياح، قاليك مرمضن.

يمشي العمرة يبزنس و قاليك مشى يزور المقام الشريف

يخرج للزنقة باش يحنزز، يجلس في القهوة في بلصا إستراتيجية باش ميفلت ليه حتى واحد دايز من الطريق، ويبرقق، ينمم، يتباهى، يوش، يعصر بالسوايع على قهوة نص نص ويعلق على حجم مؤخرات المارات في الشارع.

يتحكم فأختو أو مراتو، اش تلبس، فين تمشي، مع من تدوي، ويلزم عليها تصبن ليه حوايجو، طيب ليه، تنظف وتجمع ليه فراشو، هو راه عندو حجة قاليك راه هو راجل.

عزري ولا مجوج، يحوي 1000 واحدة إلى لقى ليهم الطريق ويقولك هدوك إلى حواهم ممزيناتش وقحاب. وخى هو حواهم راه دارها بلا هواه، راهما إلي خايبين و هو راجل .

Spiritualite est ce plutot l'Immaturite Spirituelle a la Musulmane!

2010-08-26T07:51:00.000-07:00

Si un adult choisit de pratiquer un exercise de spiritualite quinconque, c'est a ce meme adulte qu’incombra la resposabilite de faire face au defis qu'un tel exercise de sprituralite presentera.

Par example si un pratiquant du jeun sent les bonnes odeurs provenant du repas d'une autre personne qui est entrain de se nourrir: cela fait partie de l'exercise de jeuner.

De la meme facon qu’un athlete qui choisit de courrir un marathon ne demande pas a la terre sous ses pieds de se rétrécir pour qu'il puisse gangner ou finir son marathon. Il ne demande pas non plus aux autres qui sont assis tranquillement au bord de son chemin de courir avec lui ou de se cacher. En fait, l'athlete sage sait que plus il se concentre sur son parcour et son corps plus sa chance de reussir. Il tente sa chance: gagne ou perdu cette personne a fait un effort et par consequent il a ameliore son endurance physique et morale.

C'est simple et c’est exactement la meme chose pour les exercises de la spiritualite. Tu prend le defis pour ameliorer ton endurance spirituelle et non pas pour mettre ton nez dans les affaires spirituelles et morales des autres our pour leur dicter ce qu'ils doivent faire ou ne pas faire. Encore moins, exiger d'eux quoique ce soit!

Les exigences de certain Musulman "Si vous ne jeunez pas comme moi, cachez vous pour manger vos repas. Pour que je puisse jeuner tranquillement et reussir dans la pratique de mon Ramadan." cela s'appele TRICHER.

De telle exigences sont tres loin de la spriritualite et de la sagesse mais denote plutot que ce Musulman pleurnicheur n’a pas le courage de ses pretentions.

Tant que certain Musulmans se comporteront avec ce manque de maturite flagrant, tant qu'ils ne receveront aucun respect parce tant d'immaturite sprirituelle ne merite que de s'en moquer.

I CATEGORICALLY REJECT the Arabs/Muslims smearing of Moroccan women!

2010-08-22T10:43:00.000-07:00

I don't have a problem with writers and producers who bring up social issues. But I have a huge issue with one-side stories and take ever more of an issue with the Arabs/Muslims societies nasty habits of tramping over womens rights in general and in particular trying to use Morocco/Moroccan women as a scapegoat.

Apparently, the recently aired Kuwaiti TV cartoon depicts Moroccan women as low life immoral beings who take Kuweiti men from their wives/families. The producers choose to overlooks the reel issues:

1-The lack of characters and decency of the rich Arab Muslim men from the Middle East who use their money and power to enslave, use and abuse poor populations around the globe including Morocco.

2- The Islamic teachings of male supremacy, Arabs supremacy, and Muslim supremacy. Not to mention the objectifying of women as sex slaves and proprieties of men in the doctrine of Islam.

Consequently, Arab/Muslim rich men from Kuwait and surrounding areas take their trips to wherever they can have access to vulnerable young women, young girls and children to use as sex toys, do their businessand fly back home holding rosaries in one hand (in prayers) and a whisky cup inthe other.... they throw in a gift for the 4 wives waiting back home and ALLAH! The good Muslims of the Middle East! Back to prayers on Fridays and wives beatings!

I am not one to make a social issue into the sole blame of one nation or another.

However, as a Moroccan woman, I am saying to every Arab/Muslim men or women ENOUGH! Please STOP accusing Moroccan women of all kind of ills because women in Morocco dare to be sensual and free. Or maybe because they are so very poor and you only visit Morocco to take advantage of them by using and abusing the most vulnerable ones who work as prostitutes. These women whose bodies you purchase and in the same breath, whom you so despise work as prostitutes so they can feed themselves and their families. In which case YOU the purchaser of human flesh and everyone else involved in making it possible for you are DISGUSTING!

I CATEGORICALLY REJECT the Arabs/Muslims smearing of Moroccan women:

1-It is the Arab/Muslim men who take the planes to come look for women in Morocco because in their countries women and men are not even free to wear what they want nor are they free to roam about in coffee shops and restaurants or have relationships outside marriage. Of course, the men are allowed multiple wives and also sex slaves which would be any of their Philipino, Moroccan, Indian, Egyptian, etc. employees (maids, baby, cooks, etc).

2-There is no more prostitution in Morocco than there is in Kuwait. There areplenty of Kuwaiti prostitutes men and women, straights and homosexuals. There is plenty of drug abuse and addiction, plenty of drunkenness and alcohol,plenty of abuse of the weak and certainly a lot of racism: women are second-classcitizens and so are the foreigners who live and work there! Kuwait has OUTRAGEOUS laws classifying its citizens to first, second, and third categories!

Yes, Morocco has the problem of corruption, and so DOES KUWAIT and every other Arab/Muslim country. THEY ARE ALL CORRUPTED but Morocco is far from being the worst. Despite all of its problems, Morocco remains the top as to the quality of life and individual freedoms compared to ANY OTHER ARAB/MUSLIM COUNTRY ON THE PLANET EARTH TODAY!

I am not condoning the bad or the ugly in Morocco nor am I against speaking out about social issues on the ground nor am I embarrassed if by any Moroccans practicing prostitution but let us tell the WHOLE STORY.

In the case of the Kuwaiti cartoon:"The pot is calling the kettle black"

Some Moroccans claim that it is the fault of the Moroccan women! I am appalled by this kind of nonsense and false accusations of Moroccan women! I am OUTRAGED that any Moroccan man or woman write/speaks such NONESENSE.

I am a Moroccan woman and I have no idea how I caused anything like this? Why am I being smeared? I don't have anything to do with Kuwait or prostitution. So why am I being labeled on Kuwait national TV as a low life being without morals?

Some claim that the Moroccan women who work as prostitutes are the cause of such disgrace! How? How can the weakest of the Moroccan society be the cause of their misery?

I challenge Moroccans who claim such nonsense to show me. How many of the currently active Moroccan prostitutes (who feed whole families and whole neighborhoods) do you know off who would remain prostitutes if they were given a chance to become let us say the respectable DIRECTOR OF A BANK?

[The Moroccan + Muslim + Arab] habit of despising women and make them the cause of all social ills is nothing but a display of poor judgment and outdated backward thinking. IT IS NOT ACCEPTABLE NOR IS IT AN OPTION.

The Muslim/Arabs in general and Kuwaitisin in particular need to start learning about something called TAKE RESPONSIBILITYOF YOUR OWN SHORTCOMINS and STOP trying to justify your ills by accusing Moroccan women:it is not working!

Kuwaitis have huge social problems to deal with including their horrendous misconstrude sense of honor and values.

The Kuwaitis "honor" is held between the legs of their girls/women! If their "honor" falls off from between the legs of their women/girls, the poor creatures are shot in the head for not knowing how to wrap their legs tied enough to hold their men's honor!

So, if Kuwaiti producers or anyone else want to pointfingers at Moroccan women... Please have the integrity to fess up and tell the ugly sorry stories of the Kuwaitis women/girls/children and the (allowed by Kuwaiti law) criminal murderous behavior of the Kuwaiti men.

Yeah! Please have the decency to speak up about the outrageous crimes of murder committed on daily basis against girls and women in Kuwait and which are non-punishable by the Kuwaiti laws!

2010-08-01T13:50:00.001-07:00

Moroccan pop music with singer Nabila and her band.

http://ping.fm/LRJiS

My first encounters with Islam

2010-05-12T10:35:00.001-07:00

She explained to us in many details how we would burn in hell fire if we were disobedient children. If we misbehaved, how god would punish us. We listened to her…she gave more details about how the punishment would happen. She said that the bodies of bad people would be thrown in fire. The fire is attended by hell’s angels. They ae responsible of watching the burning bodies, once their skins were burned just enough; the hell’s angels would pull them out of the fire and would strip off their burned skins using their iron claws. She described the angels' iron claws…She said that they were like human finger nails but so big that they arched but they were made of iron and sharp...they were meant to hurt and torture the burning bodies while they stripped them of their skins. The blood would be dripping and the sinners would be screaming...Once the skin stripping task finishes the angels would throw back the still alive agonizing sinners into the hell fire and they would start all over again and again and again…forever…for eternity…
She explained that those whose bodies were burning in hell never die and shall continue to suffer and burn indefinitely…
We sat there in silence, we looked at her face, we were horrified and sometimes our little bodies shivered! Her face was beautiful and her voice was lovely. I loved her so much! I love when she was relaxed and when she smiled...
Some other times she spoke of the torture in the grave, the angel of death, the vengeful all powerful almighty god who does not forgive those who die sinners!
She spoke in details about the inquisition in the grave. The angel 3azerael doing all the questioning and how the sinners would give all the wrong answers and how 3azerael would powerfully struck them on the head between the eyes every time they gave a wrong answer. All the sinners gave wrong answers and all the sinners were struck on the head. Prior to the arrival of 3azerael, she said that once a sinner is dead and buried he/she comes back to life after all his family and loved ones leave the cemetery. The sinner finds himself/herself squeezed tight in his grave because the ground does not like sinners and all kind of poisonous insects crawl over his/her body and bite mercilessly it because the poisonous insects also knew that he/she was a sinner!
She explained that there was no way out except through obedience to one’s parents and total submission to god and his will. We must be good, behave well and pray five times per day.
We listened in silence…I was about two years old and so scared to die a sinner...so scared of god!

Aimer....

2010-05-12T06:49:00.000-07:00

L'amour c'est un miracle
Les miracles existent partout et nul part
Seul le coeur a la capacite de deceler leur presence
Un coeur ouvert avec l'habilite d'emettre
et la capacite de recevoir est un miracle de la vie
La vie elle meme est un miracle de l'existence
Aimer c'est se connecter a soi meme
Aimer c'est aussi se donner la permission de vivre
Aimer c'est couper a traver les blessures de la paine heritee
Aimer c'est avoir le courage de voyager dans son coeur
Sentir l'agonie des souffrances enfouies, les devisager.
Aimer c'est pousser la temerite aux delas
des sentiments, des etres et des dieu
Aimer c'est la joie de l'existence infusee de l'ivress de la vie
Aimer...
Est ce que vous etes pret a aimer?

2010-05-05T19:21:00.001-07:00

hegabs, nekabs & other trash http://ping.fm/kwVXK

2010-04-29T17:56:00.001-07:00

Moroccan Fulbright Study Grant http://ping.fm/BSfRT

My letter to Facebook!

2010-04-18T09:35:00.000-07:00

Dear facebook team,

You are disabling my profiles and groups like this one are free to be on facebook?

This group has been created with the sole purpose to target Atheists fan pages and Atheist profiles (precisely targeting ex-Muslims, critics of Islam, anyone who satirises about Islam).

Please check for yourselves and read what the basic info and the goals of this group are stating.

Here is a link to it:

http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=363734422063&ref=mf

All of this and more is happening on facebook and of course there are no shortage of fake profiles and anonymous ones. Groups created to spread hatred, racism and bigotery and Facebook is disabling my profile which has my real name, photos, writings, it is tied up to my 2 blogs and more than once I have exchanged correspondance with Facebook team in regard of the same issue happening to many of my friend. One example is Ahmad Badawy.

Dominique from your team wrote and asked for a photo government issued ID and I have sent one. I scanned my Driver License and sent a week ago and I don't even get the courtesey of a reply confirming that you have received it. I have followed up with two more emails and still nothing.

But Facebook is eager and swift to disable my temporary profile which I have created with my work email address and my real name.

Facebook was also eager to reserve the same treatment to my friend Kacem Al Ghazzali who was trying to help me get my profile back. You landed him the same heavy hand as you did with me.

You disable his profile (Kacem Al Ghazzali) which is under his real name and went on to disable his temporary profile (Kacem IsHere) which he created the same time as I created mine.

We both happen to be atheists activists who both criticize Islam. Did Facebook turn into an Islamic Institution? If yes we won't be on it. I can assure you of that.

I never imagined in million years that as US Citizen, I will be treated so poorly by a US company! That my right to express my atheistic views will be tramped over by other US Citizens who don't give a damn about what the US constitution stands for!

I also know that many of my friends who know me personally have wrote to your services to atteste that I am Najat Kessler but to not avail.

At this point I am fed up with being mistreated and disrespected by your services and I am asking that you please:

- Respond

- Let me if I am banned on Facebook and it it is the case give a reason to why? What am I guilty of?

- I want back all the my creative writings, photos, comments, contacts list that I have built through the last two years. It is my intellectual proprety and facebook does not own it and does not have the right to trash it.

Thank you,

PS: as I am finishing writing this a friend of mine jut popped in chat window letting me know that Facebook disabled another account of one of our friends:

Sokrat Mohammed, atheist activist from Morocco who also happens to criticize Islam!

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2010-04-17T09:08:00.001-07:00

Kiva - Kiva Lending Team: Atheists, Agnostics, Skeptics, Freethinkers, Secular Humanists and the Non-Religious http://ping.fm/XGcQK

2010-04-17T09:07:00.001-07:00

Atheist Monkey http://ping.fm/QXgFj

رحلة الإنسانية المجيدة: آسيا 1من6

2010-04-16T17:15:00.000-07:00

2010-04-10T12:48:00.001-07:00

My new profile NajatKessler IsHere has been disabled as well!

2010-04-10T10:03:00.001-07:00

Najat Fares Kessler Expressions: Please land us a hand! http://ping.fm/1OGET

Please land us a hand!

2010-04-10T09:50:00.001-07:00

My original profile (Najat Kessler) has been disabled by Facebook without a warning. I had my profile for
the last two years. Kacem, a friend of mine and an atheist activist from Morocco, created a group to help me recover my profile. In their infinite wisdom, Facebook disabled Kacem's account as well! We are fed up with religion, we are fed up with Islam, we grow up in it and we know it all too well!

We speak out about Islam's abuse and violent teachings. We are insulted, threatened by Islamists and Muslims on a regular basis. Despite all of it we chose to be transparent and create profiles with our real names and pictures. Yet, Facebook is still punishing us for being massively reported by those who dislike our atheistic views.

Should we have to endure abuse from Facebook as well? It is simply OUTRAGEOUS!

Facebook shouldn't disable accounts of those who criticize religion. We demand to be heard, we will not back off or be muzzled to silence!

Please land us a hand, we want our original profiles back. We did not break any of Facebook's rules but we were massively reported by those who don't like our atheistic views and Facebook chooses the easy road of giving in.

Please take action and join our Group on Facebook to help us be heard.

Thank you!

2010-03-23T08:38:00.001-07:00

Spring is here...time for change...time re-birth...time for blooming...time for shinning!!!

2010-03-19T13:41:00.001-07:00

I am so happy that the sun is shinning!!!!!!

قلب المحب

2010-03-13T08:50:00.001-08:00

داب قلب المحب من شذة رقته

قلب الولهان قيتارة

تحركها أخفت النسمات

فيغني بأعذب الألحان

يبكي حزنا و يرقص فرحا

هنيئا لك أيها الحبيب...هنيئا

عشت و عشا الحب و الهيام

من لم يعرف جنون الحب

و ذوبان الوجدان

لم يعش يوما و لم يحيا

هنيئا لكل عاشق...

ارتوى...

فروى الأرض...

و الكون...

و كل كائن...

من سلاسل أنهارالهوى

...و هل الاستقامه إن يطمع الإنسان في جنات

2010-03-13T07:25:00.000-08:00

...و هل الاستقامه إن يطمع الإنسان في جنات ملأت بملذات الدنيا ...
حوريات و غلمان ...نبيذ...حليب ...عسل ...؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟
جنات للرجال مفضلة.
الرجل يا سيدي في جنتي الإسلام يزيد فساده عن فاسده في الدنيا...
في دنيا الإسلام له ٤زوجات زائد على دلك... ما ملكت يده من العبيد...
و في جنتي الإسلام له ٧٢ حورية و غلمان وشراب كحول...؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟
ماذا لو قلت لك أنه فيه ناس استقامت و بفعل الخير قامت
و هي لا تطمع في هذه الجنة
ولا تخاف من إله
ولا تريد مقابلا على استقامتها
لأنها ناس حامده شاكرة
تحياتي لك يا سيدي
إذهب أنت إلى جناتك تلك
أما أنا يا سيدي فلا أريدها
اء شكرك على المرور و على التعقيب

My Tree

2010-03-04T11:25:00.000-08:00

Since the age of five, I have known with a crystal clear certitude that I wanted to be alive and free. I knew then that I wanted to go places and see people. It was on 1970, in the village of Tourikht, Issafen in the South of Morocco. It was the day of the baptism of my sister Mina who was a new born baby. She was seven days old and our house was buzzing with people coming and going. My mom was wearing a beautiful blue sky Amazigh traditional outfit and was busy running the show. A cousin of mine named Iddar, who was a teenage boy back then, stopped by our mud house to check on my mother and find out if she needed any groceries from the Souk (the village market). The Souk, was only visited by men, boys, some older poor women or maids. No respectable women or girls from good families would ever go to the Souk. I was supposed to watch my baby sister it was my job on that busy day.

I stood on the top of the stairs half way in and out of the room where Mina (the baby girl) was peacefully sleeping in her crib. I was told that I was not to leave the baby alone under no circumstances. The whole village including my mom believed that if a baby who has not grown teeth was ever left alone it would be changed by the devil who would take the baby and leave one of its own. The love of my baby sister Mina was already big in my heart but it conflicted with my lunging to be outdoors free to play.

As I was I looking down on the courtyard which was the center our two floors mud house, I remember observing the other kids running around. I was mostly interested in the young boys and how they were free to go everywhere and anywhere they pleased in the village or the Souk. I watched my visiting cousin and he appeared to be so much bigger than I was and full of knowledge, able to go wherever he wanted and I also understood that he was able to travel to further places all by himself.

I still vividly remember my burning desire…back then...I so wanted to be free. Go anywhere I pleased, not be restricted. I did not want to be like my mom or any young girl or be with women because they were not allowed to go places. I wanted to be with the boys. Thirty nine years later, I know that I did just that and even more. I know, for sure now, that I have been to more places than my cousin or any of most of the village boys.

Today, it is my time to go even further. Today, I know that the further trips are not without. It is within that are the further distances one can ever travel. I can say for sure that all the miles I have traveled helped (somehow) to bring me closer to myself. But traveling geographically alone did not make me achieve self intimacy. Fear still kept me frozen despite all the distances I have traveled.

Today, I can say that I am at least able to stare back at my fears and face them. That alone brought me a lot of peace and resolution. Though, I still have ways to go, I am traveling within and not trying to run away from myself. I have crossed many bridges but I feel that this time around I am about to set up roots on a solid ground to manifest a giant tree which will be rooted deeper in the earth ground and expand to the skies of life. My tree will be fruitful, strong, a home to many, will bring about healing, balance, cleansing, nourishing, teaching and will be the ultimate crowning of my life. When my tree will have full autonomy, I will move on to other dimensions with a smile.

© Copyrights 2010 Najat Fares Kessler, all Rights Reserved.

I believe YOU!

2010-01-18T08:08:00.001-08:00

Mon rire est une expression de joie!
Tres profondément je vous reçois
Soyez en certain, je vous crois
Nous sommes tous des miracles de la vie
Si seulement on s'en aperçois

© Copyrights 2010 Najat Fares Kessler, all Rights Reserved.

Let it be...

2010-01-10T14:59:00.001-08:00

Cry dearest one, cry!

Let those tears flow down your checks...let it be
Don't you worry, don't apologize for it, don't anything....Let it be
Let those tear waves take you wherever they may...Let it be

Who needs explaining? Who needs comprehending? Who cares about who is watching?

Let it be...

There was a time you suffered in silence
There was a time you refused to know
There was a time you preferred to pretend
There was a time you chose to be numb
There was a time you were barely breathing

Now...

You are crying, sobbing, feeling....
You are standing at the core of the pain you once so feared...

Let it be...

© Copyrights 2010 Najat Fares Kessler, all Rights Reserved.

Ya Habiby!!!!!

2010-01-09T16:42:00.000-08:00

Ya HABIBYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

Call me anytime YOU want,

Wake me up,
or
interrupt my sleep!

Your comings and goings
are a breath of fresh air

I love you!

I rejoice in knowing you

Feeling you alive...is a gift

Knowing your sensitive heart...is a gift

and...I am deeply grateful!

Come! My beloved,
So, I can hug you again

Share with YOU
The sweetness of our delights

Your wounds are real
Within the shell you wear

Your pain is felt
From miles away!

Despite the shell, the pain,
the struggle, the suffering

Your light shines through

You tears my beloved
Are like the rain preceding

The MOST beautiful spring
Leading to a magical summer
When no clothing are needed

Naked we shall dive into the sea waters

Naked we shall swim play...bath in the sun

Naked we shall feel the caress warm breeze

Naked and free we shall be, full of joy and laughters...

While being held in the embrace of the water, air and the sun

We shall run, play and jump on the golden sands

Open...

2010-01-02T09:16:00.000-08:00

Her name is Barbara,

She is a world of sweetness behind a screen of shyness

I use to tell her about her looks… resembling those of a literary heroine of a love story from another time…

I use to have these visual snap shots of her riding a white horse in a lush green land laughing, eyes sparkling with love, flirting, as she elegantly conversed with her charming prince…wearing a white elegant dress or an off white suit and brown knee high leather boots.

This morning she wrote pondering "open"

Open????????????????????

Open like flowing……

Open like a graceful dance

Open as in being guided by the invisible unknown

Open to breath so deeply

At once touching the bottoms of vast oceans and the shining stars in the skies

Open to life…Open to accept…

Open to see from within past the illusions captured by the eyes

Open…………

Open to shed the limited known…

Open to recognize that what I know might be just outdated and obsolete

Open to be…Open to allow those around me to be…

Open to let go of the illusion of human superiority…

Open to the fact that that this form of life

This body over which I so obsess at times…

Will also be recycled someday…at the joy and benefit of some other form of life

Open is also a “YES!”

Open is like flowing fresh waters

Open to take whatever path lends itself to the strengths of the given moment

Open like the flames of a joyful fire

Dancing and warming its surrounding

While burning and eating what comes its way

Open to life………Open to be alive

Open…..

Open acceptance………Open self intimacy

Open….getting close…Open to others…Open to one self

Open to opportunities…Open to hear the call…

Open to receive…Open to give…Open to let go…Open to stand still…

Open to smell the scent of the core energy of whom and what comes through

Open to recognize that which I no longer need

Open to grace in whatever shape grace may show up

Open to be dazzled…Open to be surprised…

Open to the new…Open to the ancient…

“Open!” He said

“Open… Open… Open…” He whispered

3ich'ke

2009-11-25T16:04:00.000-08:00

Longing,
burning,
Taste,
Bathe,
Melt,
Evaporate,
Be disseminated
Alive!
Shine,
Breathe,
Burn to the ground all your defenses,
Strip naked from it all!
Throb with a sincere heart,
Deeply...Intimately...
Sink into this fiery gaze,
Let this wave carry you,
Fly!

© Copyrights 2009 Najat Fares Kessler, all Rights Reserved