CRIME D'HONNEUR AUX USA
Must read: Killing an Americanized daughter
by creeping
A comprehensive compilation of events before and after the tragic death of Noor Almaleki at the hands of her Iraqi Muslim father in Phoenix, Arizona. Because she had become too “Americanized.”
Honor Thy Father: A Muslim man in Phoenix “honor killed” his Americanized daughter
Noor Almaleki typed a text message to a friend.
“Dude,” she wrote at 1:06 p.m. last October 20, “my dad is here at the welfare office.”
Noor, age twenty, hadn’t seen her father, Faleh, since she moved out of the family home in Glendale, Arizona, a city about nine miles outside of Phoenix, months earlier.
But his presence both startled and alarmed her. She knew he wouldn’t rest until he’d regained complete control of her life.
Noor was the first-born of Faleh and Seham Almaleki’s seven children. Her first name means “light of God.” The Almalekis had moved to the United States from Iraq when Noor was four.
Noor was thoroughly assimilated into American culture but kept in touch with her Iraqi roots (she was fluent in Arabic) and considered herself a Muslim, the same religion as her parents. But she had moved away from her parents in early 2009 (not for the first time) after another blowup over how she was living her life — tight jeans, makeup, boyfriends, modeling photos and an attitude that screamed independence and self-determination.
The clashes escalated in 2008 after Noor, who was eighteen at the time, left her marriage to an older cousin in Iraq — her father had “arranged” it — and returned to the Phoenix area.
Noor sent her text message from inside an Arizona Department of Economic Security office. Seated next to her was Amal Edan Khalaf, her boyfriend’s 43-year-old mother.
Amal was there to complete a change-of-address form for welfare benefits. She too is Iraqi by birth, but moved to the States only about a decade ago, and her proficiency in English was such that Noor came along to help translate.
Noor had lived at Amal’s residence since leaving her parents’ home after the latest fracas.
It was bad enough that she was living with Amal, whom Faleh and his wife, Seham, had known for years and considered unfit as a mother and wife (she was separated from her husband at the time).
Noor’s boyfriend and Amal’s son, nineteen-year-old Marwan Alebadi, also lived there, and the Almalekis — particularly Noor’s father — were enraged and shamed by the situation.
From their perspective, a man’s daughters are his property, and they are supposed to live with him until he decides otherwise.
Females who stray from the fold — or are perceived to have strayed — are considered guilty of dishonoring their clans. To an Iraqi there’s nothing worse.
The alleged wrongdoing often revolves around sexual “immorality,” but not always.
Riffat Hassan, a retired University of Louisville professor and expert on the Koran, says, “Muslim culture has reduced many, if not most, women to the position of puppets on a string, to slavelike creatures whose only purpose in life is to cater to the needs and pleasures of men.”
The Almalekis were proud members of that “Muslim culture.”
By moving in with Marwan and Amal, Noor Almaleki had made it clear that she would not be her father’s puppet, his “slavelike” creature.
She was determined to live how — and with whom — she wished.
Some cultures, including the Almalekis’, endorse ancient methods of “cleansing” a family’s supposedly tarnished name — with the blood of its daughters, sisters and wives.
In India, Hindu and Sikh brides are sometimes slain because their dowries are considered inadequate, the United Nations Children’s Fund reports.
In Islamic Middle Eastern countries, there’s a name for the homicides of women by male family members: “honor killings.”
These murders of loved ones are as personal as it gets, usually committed with knives, machetes or bare hands.
Victims have been tied up and buried alive. The father and grandfather of a sixteen-year-old Islamic girl in Turkey did just that a few months ago, after someone reported seeing the girl talking with boys.
No one can say exactly how many “honor killings” occur, but anecdotal evidence (from news accounts and government data) suggests that hundreds of Muslim women and girls die this way every year.
According to a 2006 statement by a U.N. news agency, 47 women died in “honor killings” in 2006 in Basra, Iraq, seaport city of about 4 million people, and Faleh Almaleki’s hometown.
Such killings by Muslim immigrant men are reported in Western nations as well: Five were accused of murdering female kin in the United States between the start of 2008 and October 20, 2009.
That was the day Faleh Almaleki, an unemployed 48-year-old trucker with no criminal record, took a terrible step toward adding himself to that list of accused “honor” murderers.
Noor sent a second text message after her father stepped into the DES office, this one to her best friend, Ushna.
“Dude, I’m so scared. Shit,” she wrote. “At the welfare place, and guess who walks in? My dad!!! I’m so shaky!”
“Holy shit, did he see you?” Ushna quickly responded.
“I don’t think so,” Noor typed. “His fat ass is right by the door so I can’t even leave. I’m laughing like a crazy person. I hate when this happens to me. I knew I shouldn’t have [woken] up.”
“Oh, dear, that’s awkward,” Ushna said. “What’s up with your parents, anyway?”
“My dad is a manipulative asshole,” Noor replied. “I’ve honestly never met anyone…so evil.”
Amal Khalaf watched as Faleh took a number at the counter and then sat near her and Noor.
Faleh was on his own cell phone around the time that his daughter was texting. He spent five minutes speaking with his oldest son, Ali, eighteen months younger than Noor.
Faleh also spoke with a male relative in Detroit, Michigan, and several times with his wife, Seham, who was working as a translator at a U.S. military base in California.
Minutes after he arrived, Faleh left the DES office without comment.
At 1:32 p.m. Noor sent a final text to Ushna in which she seemed more relaxed.
“What time do you get out of work?” Noor asked her friend. “Are you going to have time [to meet]?”
Amal’s number finally got called, and she and Noor stepped up to a counter to take care of business. That took several minutes.
Amal had parked her van near the front door, in a crowded lot the DES shares with a popular Mexican restaurant about 100 yards west.
But Amal remained wary of Faleh. She knew how angry he was with her for allowing his daughter to move into her home.
Their families once had been friendly, in Iraq and then in the States. Amal Khalaf had baby-sat the Almalekis’ young children when Seham was working.
But any good feelings evaporated after Noor moved in with Marwan and Amal.
Amal wanted to scope out the parking lot for Faleh and his 2000 silver-gray Jeep Cherokee before leaving the DES office with Noor.
Noor didn’t seem as worried.
She said her dad might spit on her if he had the chance — nothing more.
The coast looked clear, so they headed for Amal’s van. But Amal soon discovered that she had locked her keys inside the vehicle.
She and Noor retreated to the DES office to regroup. Amal called her son and asked him to bring by a spare key from home, about twenty minutes away.
It was a sunny, 85-degree day, and Amal wanted to wait just outside the front door of the DES office.
But Noor was thirsty. She suggested they go to the nearby Mexican restaurant for a cold drink. The pair walked west along the sidewalk next to the office and started across the lot.
Seemingly out of nowhere, Amal saw a vehicle coming right at them. She lifted her hands in defense, as if to stop the inevitable.
In that moment, she could see Faleh Almaleki behind the wheel.
The Jeep smashed into the women.
It dragged Noor across a curbed median and left her splayed on the pavement, unconscious and bleeding.
The impact hurled Amal Khalaf about 27 feet. She suffered a broken pelvis, broken femur and myriad cuts and bruises, but she remained conscious.
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