“Abdul
Mukim Khalisadar—rapist.”
Judge Roy Bean never had those problems. When he sentenced an outlaw to fifty years in Yuma or to be hung by the neck until dead, the gallery, at least those who hadn’t imbibed too freely, stood up and cheered. Some brought ropes. They were a helpful bunch. They would fashion nooses while listening to the evidence. And there was nothing like a rape case to get the judicial juices flowing. A lowlife charged with rape might not make it to the courthouse. Running the gauntlet of undertakers, casket salesmen and padres praying for the repose of souls would have unnerved Superman. But if the gallery had cheered the criminal, cursed the victim, called the victim a ‘prostitute’and booed Judge Bean like they did Judge Timothy King when he delivered his verdict in a rape case at Whitechapel, East London, old Roy would have reached under the bench for his six-shooter and cleared the courtroom.
Fortunately, Judge Bean was never put to the test but that is what happened to Judge King in Whitechapel when he sentenced Abdul Mukim Khalisadar, 26, a sometimes preaching assistant at Forest Gate, East London, to seven-and-a-half years for rape and two-and-a-half years for conspiring to pervert justice. The Judge was booed and a hijab-clad woman called the victim a ‘prostitute.’
Khalisadar had invaded the victim’s home, beat and raped her, stole her mobile window dictionary and when the long arm of the law finally closed in on him he talked seven men into saying he had been preaching at the East End Mosque while the crime was being committed.
Khalisadar had roamed free for more than a year. It looked like he would escape justice. Then things began to go wrong. Scotland Yard had taken an interest in him. He was known to have associated with a terrorist. That led nowhere, but then he was arrested for downloading child pornography. Police took a routine DNA swab and—Allahu akbar—Khalisadar’s DNA proved a perfect match for that of a man being sought for an unsolved rape! With the law breathing down his neck, Khalisadar persuaded seven friends to perjure themselves on his behalf. What were they thinking?
Sure, seven was a lucky number, but this was England, not
Islamabad. Still preaching in a mosque was a pretty good alibi. It would have
fooled Dr. Watson. And there was the Qur’an—certainly Khalisadar must have
found solace and justification in the Muslim holy book. It was a gold mine for
rapists hoping to escape justice—a sort of who’s who guide to rape-ability.
Surely, Khalisadar, being a good Muslim, was aware of Qur’an 4:23?
“Prohibited to you are: your mother’s daughters, sisters;
father’s sisters, mother’s sisters; brother’s daughters, sister’s daughters;
foster-mothers, foster sisters, your wives’ mothers; your step-daughters born
of your wives to whom you have gone in, no prohibition if you have not gone in;
(those who have been) wives of your sons proceeding from you loins; and two
sisters in wedlock at one and the same time, except for what is past; for Allah
is Oft-Forgiving. Also (prohibited are) women already married, except slaves
who are captives (of war).”
Everything else was fair game, dhimmis, kafirs—unmarried women coming home from a night on the town, the spoils of war in the dar al-Harb. A world full of booty and Allah is so forgiving! But this was England, a land of foolish people with foolish laws where it was easy for a woman to accuse a believer of rape and make the charge stick.
Under Islamic Law (Sharia) unless a rapist confesses, he is
unlikely to be found guilty. That was as Allah intended. Tabari IX:113
“…they (women) are like domestic animals and they possess nothing themselves.
Allah has made the enjoyment of their bodies lawful in the Qur’an.”
Under Islamic Law, unless four men are willing to come forward to testify that a rape has indeed been committed there can be no finding of rape and the woman who made the accusation can be charged with zina (adultery).
Adultery? What kind of crazy law is that? It sounds like something Calvin and Hobbes cooked up during a meeting of GROSS (Get Rid Of Slimy girls). Of course, Calvin and Hobbes were amateurs—they held their meetings in a tree house, Khalisadar held his in a mosque. Fortunately, in the dar al-Harb, a woman’s word is as good as a man’s and DNA speaks louder than either. Khalisadar was convicted and his friends received 12 months apiece for lying to the police.
Rape laws have been under amendment in the Muslim world for centuries. Progress has been slow—the brontosaurus rex and the horn-billed woolly three-toed mammoth have come and gone. Sadia Sihail is a legal aid lawyer working in the woman’s prison in Karachi. “About half of the women in this prison are here because of zina (reporting a rape and failing to prove it),” she says. “Some of these woman are here for enticing other women into zina. Most of these cases are acquitted and many of the charges are false. If a girl escapes from home and marries against the will of her family, they sometimes forge a marriage certificate to try to prove that she has married twice. By the time the case is heard and she is released, she could have spent years in jail. These women are totally illiterate, hardly aware of their rights; they don’t know about zina laws and know nothing of the problems that exist for women in Pakistan. Most of them are without support. Sometimes, their family is the cause of their plight.”
And Jeremiah Wright, Barrack Obama’s friend and mentor, thinks the cook on Jeff Davis' plantation was oppressed! Muslim women would be better off in Calvin’s tree house than in Islamabad or Karachi. The pathetic wretch who screamed ‘prostitute’ at Khalisadar’s victim is to be pitied not condemned. One in a coffle of slaves, Roy Bean would have known how to handle her. He would have booted her and her master out of the courtroom. Yuma would have been a fine destination for Khalisadar.