Afshan Azad, 22, is a talented and beautiful actress who played Padma Patil, a classmate of Harry Potter in the Harry Potter series. She is now achieving equal notoriety in court after she sought protection from her father and brother who allegedly threatened her life over a association with a male Hindu. Her family is Muslim and allegedly wanted her to accept an arranged marriage. Her father — Abul Azad, 53– allegedly threatened her life and called her a “slag” and a “prostitute.” She also accused her brother — Ashraf, 28 — of making threats against her life. However, she then refused to give testimony in court as if the entire incident were wiped away with a memory charm.
The Court noted that Azad had refused to give evidence despite “expensive and time-consuming” attempts by court staff and prosecutors. She indicated that the arrest of her father and brother placed her in “genuine danger.”
The failure to testify is particularly worrisome given her earlier statement that described her private dementors: “[m]y father began saying he would do it, a reference to kill her, as he did not want his sons to have her blood on their hands and he would do time for it. Then she began to feel very scared . . . she having apparently been so scared of her family she left her home address via her bedroom window . . . Part of her version of events was that he was going to force the complainant into a forced marriage of some sort.”
As part of her retraction, Azad claimed that her father’s heavy Bengali accent and could not be sure what he had said and denied that earlier threats. I must confess that I find that explanation a bit implausible since she grew up with a father with that accent.
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Holy blast from the past, Brian.
I haven’t thought of Peachtext in many years.
RE: Blouise 1, December 22, 2010 at 12:29 am…
Me sorry. Me very sorry. Me summa sorry. Me ultima sorry.
Straight person to straight person humour sometimes happens by happenstance. Then there is the subconscious?
An airplane crashed exactly on the border between Lake Michigan and Lake Huron (Lake Michigan and Lake Huron really are one “two-basin” lake with a detroit, aka the Mackinac Strait.
A detroit? I graduated from high school in Detroit Lakes, Minnesota, my family often sailed our Grumman Gunter-rig canoe on Detroit Lake, easily sailing over the sand bar which separated the Big Detroit basin from the Little Detroit basin, because we would untie the lines controlling the leeboards so no damage would occur if they bumped the bottom.
In which lake were the survivors buried?
Lake Titicaca. No one died when the plane crashed into Lake Michuron. Half the people in the airplane lived in Cococabana, Bolivia, and the other half lived in Yunguyo, Peru.
Make-believe stories can tell any tale whether true or false, whether useful or not, whether decent or cruel, whether of sanity or insanity. Your choice, here.
(Quiet! A dangerous word strayed into my awareness, one of the most dangerous words I ever heard. “parable” Hush, hush!)
As none of the people in question died when their airplane crashed at the detroit of Lake Hurgan, all went back to their homes in Cococobana and Yunguyo, and lived for many more years, eventually completing their earthly lives as all animals tend to do, and, in my herewith-confabulated fable, the universal tradition in both Cococobana and Yunguyo is cremation with ashes scattered on Lake Titicaca.
The southeastern end of the peninsula on which are Copacabana and Yuntuyo forms the western side of a strait between Lake Titicaca and Lake Huiñamarca; only, like Derroit Lake and Lake Hurgan, Lake Titicaca has more than one basin; unlike those two lakes in the U.S., Titicaca has three apparent basins, one of which is Lake Huiñamarca, the largest is the main basin of Lake Titicaca, and the western shore of the third basin is where to find Puno, Peru. Copacabana is on the shore of the largest basin, Yunguyo is on the Lake Huiñamarca basin.
The border between Peru and Bolivia wanders through Lake Huiñamarca, across the aforementioned peninsula, and wanders across the largest Lake Titicaca basin, coming ashore between Conima, Peru, and Puerto Acosta, Bolivia.
A word to the wary. A word strayed into my awareness, a very, very dangerous word, a word so dangerous I wonder whether one more dangerous is possible. Quiet, be very quiet. “parable” Hush, hush!
The notion that Lake Michigan and Lake Huron are different lakes may be an artifact of culture. Since the Mackinac Bridge was built, there is a physically obvious divider between the lake Huron and Lake Michigan basins, much as there is a sand bar physically obvious (especially for those whose boats’ draft guarantees running aground when crossing the bar other than via the dredged channel; such did sometimes happen while I lived in Detroit Lakes.
On a typical map of northeastern Wisconsin, one which includes Marinette and all of Door County, there is a line that wanders through the waters of Green Bay. It is much like the line that wanders across the two larger basins of Lake Titicaca. I have been boating on the waters of Green Bay, and I never observed any physically obvious divider between that of the waters of Green Bay which are assigned to the State of Michigan and to the State of Wisconsin. Never having been on Lake Titicaca, I can only guess that there is not a facsimile of the Berlin Wall dividing the Peruvian parts of Lake Titicaca (and Lake Huiñamarca for those who believe they are really different lakes).
Methinks there was a time when Lake Titicaca, as also with the peninsula on which are Copacabana and Yunguyo, were not divided by an imaginary divide, a time before the people of the areas now labeled Bolivia and Peru had not been rent asunder by the divisiveness of some typically-European cultural delusions.
Back to Sobibor. Richard RAshke, “Escape From Sobibor” (Houghton Mifflin Company, Boston, 1982). Yes, there was a British movie, methinks now, one “made for TV.” Me is done did gotten the book.
The text ends on page 366, with (per fair use scholarship):
I remembered the conversation I had with a Jew on my flight to the Soviet Union to visit Sasha.
“What do you do?” the man had asked me.
“Write,” I said.
“Books.” I explained the Sobibor project.
“Why do you want to write about [italics on] that? [italics off] Who’s going to read it? Who cares about three hundred Jews, anyway?”
His questions had rumbled in my mind for days. I remembered how Tom had argued in Brazil that there would be another Holocaust. I didn’t believe him then. But as I stood in Sobobor — like a researcher, high above the reality — I was no longer so sure.
There are those who divide religion and science. I do not.
I find the (imaginary?) division between religion and science to be vastly less tangible than the line on a map I just viewed of notheastern Wisconsin, the line one would cross if boating along a great circle from Fish Creek, Wisconsin, to Menominee, Michigan. When my dad died, I inherited that Grumman sailing canoe; I have it even now, and also have a small outboard motor, should the wind die, which my dad had not.
Except as a trauma response, the divide between infant and child is less real than the Berlin-wall-like reinforced concrete structure dividing the waters of Green Bay between Fish Creek and Menominee.
As a neurological trauma response, which, from generation to generation, causes itself as though in a death-spiral circular referential disaster, the infant-child transition is a make-believe.
For those of appropriate religious views, this make believe I described a while ago, regarding “Demons,” to wit (forgive the repetition) “Demons are make believes which make people believe in Demons.”
To me, “You knew better because you were told,” is a form of Demon; told such often enough, people come to believe it. Methinks, for “often enough” to come true for me might take more than a gogolplex of eternities.
You knew (understood) better because you were told (mere words without understanding) as-though equivalences declarative knowing (knowing something about) with understanding (knowing about something one has already done). This is at the core of the divisive brain-damage trauma of the terrible twos (traditional infant-child transition).
The infant-child transition has also been called the infant-child discontinuity, because of its association with typical amnesia for early (especially infant) experiences.
It is impossible to simultaneously understand (though perhaps unable to articulate) that one makes mistakes because one is always doing something never exactly done before and understand that one can avoid making the mistakes one makes. Indeed, it is impossible to understand that one can avoid making the mistakes one is making, though sufficiently repeated coercive torture will tend to make a person (when a little child) believe in the impossibility of being able to avoid making unavoidable mistakes.
For as long as it persists, the adversarial system of jurisprudence is an unavoidable mistake.
Oh. Vergilius Ferm, the editor of the previously mentioned, “An Encyclopedia of Religion,” was “Compton Professor and Head of the Department of Philosophy in the College of Wooster. In addition to what I do as a scientist who studies the phenomenon of religion, I seek out the work of other scientists who have done, or are doing, similarly.
People who, through no fault of their own and through no fault of anyone or anything else, have learned to live as though internally divided, to protect the delusion of being divided from exposure as delusion, will desperately project their dividedness upon everything possible, be it lakes, be it little yet-innocent children, be it those who break the laws of society because the laws of society are themselves broken because they are the manifest outer expression of the inner brokenness of having been coerced into being deceptive by parents who were coerced into being decpetive by parents who…by parents who lived when human society had not evolved enough for anyone to recognize what brain trauma is, and what generates and perpetrates it.
Who is the perp? Existence. Who is the anit-perp? More Existence.
Life is like a whirlygig on a Ferris wheel on a roller coaster sliding along a tempestuous lahar on the surface of a supernova within an imploding black hole within a singularity that is not yet there?
As for [bold on]living[bold off] Sobobor survivors, Jules Schevlis and Thomas Blatt testified at the Demjanjuk trial in December of 2009 (reference, Cleveland Jewish News archives for Jan. 7, 2010), and I find no evidence that they are not alive now.
As for [italics on], [bold off] and the like, I have long been a sometimey computer programmer. As I recall, such “codes” are characteristic of the imbedded codes used in the 1980s vintage CP/M oriented Magic Wand word processing program. The successor program to Magic Wand was Peachtext, an MS-DOS version of which seemingly will run in the Command Prompt mode of Windows Vista…
There is an inner story within this would-be (agonizingly long?) parable. I are one of thet thar autism agglomeration what is detail-oriented. Indeed, the only “big pictures” of my life experiences that I ever get are made of, and only of, cataclysms of minutae. I never lose the details, no matter how large my picture of life event(s) becomes. Indeed, as one takes away details, the big picture I have contracts proportionately.
If it weren’t so tragically funny, life might actually be a joke.
An eye for an eye is, to me a form of demon notion. So is punishment of a person for a crime; what is needed is punishment (in the operant sense of diminishing the future likelihood of a destructive behavior) through learning what the real causes of destructive behaviors are and preventing such behaviours. (Sometimes, I use English, real English English…) Details…
I await news as to how, were I to hurt someone on purpose (mercy, NO!), I would thereby reduce the amount of hurt in the world.
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this one then….
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LK, I think I see your understandable error. Men (or boys) most likely run the WordPress site and your second line did not display an adequate largesse of Capitol OOs whilst your V depicted a too wide-stance posture…
Yes, it sucks.
(let’s see if WordPress sucks at keyboard art)
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Goddess worship; that old time religion is good enough for me 🙂
That “religion” can be used as a rationale to succor the weak or to bully the weak has less to do with “religion” than with the practitioner.
I heard the word ‘Wicca” and just had to respond 🙂
J. Brian Harris, Ph.D., P.E.:”Because it is brain-biology nonsense, the legal notion that people make mistakes they could and should have avoided making and are therefore duly subject to punishment for failure to avoid making such mistakes, can, methinks, only be a religious doctrine or dogma, belonging to a religion based on worshiping deception and with which religion I have no internalized associations whatsoever.”
Unfortunately, the ‘adversarial’ process currently favoured by ‘law’ turns normally resolvable civil matters into nothing more than brawls whereby those who have developed the callousness to sow seeds of division and use harmful tactics destructively against others trump by deceit and harm those who exhibit the higher functioning abilities of reason and personal restraint.
It is a religion…it is the religion of War…the sword is much older than the Cross…
J. Brian Harris, Ph.D., P.E.,
“In all fairness, perhaps I am awfully wrong; perhaps dastardly cruelty is better than respectful kindness. If I ever get the chance, I shall ask about that of someone who died in during the escape from Sobibor.”
I wonder if there are any left.
I have always found that words desert me as I attempt to explain the mystic. I can see the outline of the word in the mist, sense it on my tongue but can’t get it past my lips for it is lost somewhere in my mouth or throat. But the picture that the word describes is very clear in my mind. I don’t know why that is, but I suspect you do.
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