Tuesday, February 2, 2010

A heart-wrenching tale of one of the thousands of innocent prisoners

What it’s Like (pts 1 & 2)

By Tarek Mehanna
. . . I usually awaken at the sound of the guard’s clanking keys as he does his rounds through the unit. Ever since an inmate committed suicide down here a few weeks ago, rounds have become more frequent to ensure nobody else follows suit. Isolation can be quite difficult to cope with, and some simply cannot.
After two weeks, I finally became accustomed to waking up in a prison cell. At first, my surroundings – the metal sink/ toilet, the steel bed frame, the cold temperature, the constant clanking of keys and shackle chains coming from the hallway – served as reality checks as to where I was after I expected to see the familiar sights of my bedroom. This is no longer the case. I rub my eyes; looking around, my cell is pitch black except for the pale orange flow of the floodlights that dot the perimeter of the prison, faintly creeping in through the narrow window that looks out towards the razor-wired fence that customarily surrounds most prisons around the world.

My first order of business is to find out the time, since watches, clocks, calendars, etc. are all forbidden down here. I rush out of bed to catch the guard before he leaves the unit, calling out to him from behind my cell door: “Hey, C. O. (correctional officer)! Time?” “Four.” Perfect, as it leaves me a good hour and a half to pray before Fajr time comes in. After being used to depending on an alarm clock to wake up. I’ve managed to wake up early nearly every morning and been able to take advantage of the well-known pre-dawn blessings, thanks to Allah, without one here.
After performing wudu’, I begin to pray. I don’t stop until I hear the guard make three more rounds – my signal that the hour and a half until Fajr time has passed (each round is 30 min).
Thus begins my days as a prisoner here at the Plymouth Correctional Facility. An essential part of staying strong in prison was to first establish a personalized and stimulating schedule for my days and nights to do away with the routine and bland pattern of life in here. In his memoir, Nelson Mandela says: “Prison life is about routine: each day like the one before; each week like the one before it, so that the months and years blend into each other… Losing a sense of time is an easy way to lose one’s grip and even one’s sanity.” So, this helps in distinguishing one hour from the other, one day from the other, maintaining a sense of connection to reality. The second aspect of having your own personal schedule is to maintain your own humanity and individuality. Again, Mandela says: ” Prison is designed to break one’s spirit and destroy one’s resolve. To do this, the authorities attempt to exploit every weakness, demolish every initiative, negate all signs of individuality – all with the idea of stamping out that spark that makes each of us human and each of us who we are… Ultimately, we had to create our own lives in prison.” And this is exactly what I am experiencing here. Prison, I’ve found, is like a vacuum. It sucks away whatever life, relations, pleasures, tasks, concerns, etc. you had on the outside and replaces it with nothing – nothing except what you decide to replace it with. I’ve found that the main struggle in prison is to avoid being sucked into that void, which is the very nature and essence of the place! A writer to me summed it up quite well, saying: “… the whole point of the constrictions that the prison puts on people is to erase part of – if not all – their identities to consume them as part of an institutionary machine which rotates on exact hours in exact locations. Forcing out choices mean forcing out of personalities and ideas. Thus, within the prison system, that makes sense, because this is the goal…”
The challenge is to counter this within the confines of the narrow limitations that my conditions here force upon me. I realized early on that since I had very little in here, I would have to learn to make the best of it. I would have to learn to extract every last ounce of benefit, pleasure, and strength from whatever was available. As they say, I would have to take (sour) lemons and make lemonade. This is a maximum security prison, which means it’s not like in the movies where I can go outside to an open yard to lift weights, play baseball, or work in a metal shop. Rather, every minute aspect of life here is incredibly supervised and regulated. Strip searches are constant. Shake downs are random. I am restricted to limitations in my daily affairs that are often devoid of logic, to the extent that a plastic bag used to collect trash in our cells is considered to be contraband and is forbidden. Nothing comes in or goes out except regular mail. From the moment I was booked to the moment I will be released ( O Allah, hasten it), I will never set foot out in the open without a barrier between me and the sky. Even when I leave the prison for a court hearing, I am loaded into the van in the prison garage and am unloaded in the court garage, fully shackled the entire time
This all applies to general population prisoners, but these population units are quite relaxed compared to Unit G. Unit G (the isolation unit) is a prison within the prison, and this is where I’ve been since first arriving. I am on lockdown 23 hrs. each day, which means I’m let out for an hour a day (population gets eight hrs.); I’m in solitary
(population inmates have cellmates); my hour outside my cell is spent alone as well. So, it is an existence devoid of substantial human contact (population inmates have
150 other inmates in their respective units to socialize with for the duration of those eight hours). “Recreation time” consists of the freedom to take a shower, make a collect call to preapproved numbers, or walk around the unit. This is the way it is ever day, 365 days a year. ????? ???
What does a person have to do to merit being kept down here? Some are down here for temporary discipline time for assaulting staff of fellow inmates, possession of homemade weapons, or generally exhibiting violent behavior such that they are a danger to others. Some are here to be protected from others because they fall into one of the three categories most hated & despised by even the worst criminals: rapists, child molesters, and informants. Inmates who fall into one of these three categories are universally hated across the prison, and are more often than not physically attacked, and I have seen the scars & injuries to prove it. These inmates are under what we call ‘Protective Custody,’ and one such inmate was just brought in last week. He is accused of raping a five year-old girl, being arrested for it, released on bail, and then raping a three year old girl. Needless to say, he is not very well-liked, especially with those who themselves have young children. Even though these guys are brought down for their safety, the other inmates here have come up with some rather creative ways of making life miserable for them. More on that later, in sha’ Allah. Then you have guys like me who are here with the vague excuse that my being in isolation will “contribute to the safe and effective functionality of the facility,” even though I’ve never been violent or involved in violence of any kind throughout my life. Admitted murderers, arsonists, home invaders, and armed robbers walk around in population; about two years ago, there was a guy brought in who’d killed a homeless man, cut off his hands, took them to a local bar, and proudly displayed them to all around him. He was not considered too dangerous to remain in population…
So, it is through these lenses that my experiences here are to be perceived. This is an environment where your senses and perceptions cannot help but to be altered and sensitized.
… I lay awake after praying, waiting for breakfast to arrive. The guards wake everyone up by slamming open the beanholes (small slits in our cell doors) through which they slide in all of our meals. I eat every meal alone, in my cell. After breakfast, I pray Fajr, and then proceed to the window to await one of the few true pleasures I have come to enjoy in here: watching the Sunrise. See, I spent the first 63 days here in cell #103. Cell #103 had the misfortune of having its window blocked by the gray wall of the adjacent wing of the unit. This meant that there was almost no access to sunlight. Furthermore, the cell was directly underneath the unit’s air vent, which for some odd reason was blasting cold air 24/7 despite us being in the midst of a series of snow storms! Needless to say, it was an unpleasant experience to be locked in a cell, three paces by four, for 23 hrs. a day with no sunlight (there is no light switch, and cell lights don’t come on until late afternoon), in near arctic temperatures! I had my eye on cell #108, which was in the far corner of the unit and that I could always see immersed in sunlight. For months, I put in written request after request to be moved into it, since it was usually empty. I came to realize that the prison functions like the military: very hierarchical in structure where little gets done unless you speak directly to those on top. So I was able to get my request to the unit captain, who is actually a decent individual who has a reputation for being true to his word. Later that day, i was buzzed in 103: “Mehanna, pack up your ?#@*. You’re going to 108.”
When I entered the cell, I was so overjoyed that I immediately performed a prostration of gratitude (sajdat shukr) to Allah. Remember what I said: in here, your senses and perceptions are altered. Your balance of what brings your mood up/ down changes. At that moment, I couldn’t believe that I was finally in a cell with sunshine, where I didn’t have to wear four layers of clothes to keep warm, and where, best of all, I had a perfect view of the sky & surrounding trees. I’ve always loved to be outdoors and enjoy nature, so at that moment, I felt like the most fortunate man on Earth. no more gray cement wall in my face 24 hrs. a day…
So, as I have done every morning since, I stand at the window and just stare. I stare at the trees, I stare at the dark blue horizon turning pink as the Sun slowly crawls up. I stare and wait patiently, anticipating one of the few times for me to lay eyes on the Sun in over two months ( I had seen it twice before when I was allowed into the cage). Finally, there it was. In this world of concrete, metal, and glass; this cesspool of vulgarity and filth devoid of any warmth, freedom, or beauty; in this bastion of captivity that suffocates the dignity of man, I was witnessing a blessing and relief. I cannot justly describe what I felt as the vivid colors of this scene – Sun, sky, clouds, trees – painted themselves before my eyes. This was a sweet reminder of life – it was something in common with life back home, and that made it all the sweeter. As I mentioned at the beginning: “I would have to learn to extract every last ounce of benefit, pleasure, and strength from whatever was available.” It is at this time every day that I feel much khusu’, and thus take the chance to engage in dhikr and du’a’. From the first day in that cell that I witnessed this simple, credible, daily occurrence that I now saw as anything but simple, I gained a new perspective on the verse of Surat Ibrahim, v. 32: {“And He has made the Sun and the Moon, both following their orbits, to be of service to you.”}
I also take this daily event as a glad tiding and reminder that after every period of darkness, there must come a light so bright and overwhelming that darkness and its forces are nowhere to be found.
As the Sun fully appears, I turn my sight to the trees and land beyond the razor-wired fence. They have their own story to tell. I bring my mind back 400 years in the past, and I try to imagine the original inhabitants of this land as they traversed the very forests i am gazing at all those long centuries ago. See, the Mayflower landed here. Plymouth Rock is just a stone’s throw from here. Plymouth Plantation, the earliest colony established in this region originally owned and inhabited by these Indian natives, is also very close by.
Whenever I look out at those forests that now lay silent, I try to imagine what those natives thought to themselves – if they had any idea at all what was about to befall them – upon first sighting these strange, foreign guests. I also think to myself that it was the descendants of these very guests who built the prison from which I now sit and pen these words.
The forests behind the razor-wired fence tell a story. It is a story that I’m not completely unfamiliar with.
. . . It is 6 P. M. when I arrive. I am booked, shackled up, and led all the way to the other end of the prison with two guards escorting me on either side. I was arrested this morning right as the night-long calls from court that enforce my curfew had stopped. So, I haven’t properly slept in over 24 hrs. and I am not in the best of moods. I am even less so when I see that I’m taken straight into isolation, but the main thing on my mind is just to get some sleep. Pray ‘Isha’ and sleep.
I am led into a dimly lit double-tiered hall, with roughly ten cells lining each floor. There is an odd, complete silence that contrasts greatly with the noise I just left behind. My first cell in this place is #110, a cute little suite left urine-stenched courtesy of its former tenant who decided he was too good to use the toilet. The guards shrug as they unshackle my arms & legs and tell me I’ll probably be moved to a different cell shortly once he’s back from his psychiatric evaluation. I ask which way east is, make wudu’, pray, and lay down for the first uninterrupted sleep I’ve had in nearly a year.
As I fall asleep, I wonder how the guys I met last year in population are doing . . .
. . . I first was held here in November 2008. Before I continue, let me explain the brief history: I graduated from college in May of ‘08, and subsequently obtained my dream job – I was hired as a clinical pharmacist to establish the first diabetes clinic at the King Fahd Medical City Hospital in Saudi Arabia. The FBI took note and decided this to be the appropriate time to give me an ultimatum: ‘work for us or we’ll arrest you.’ I decided to continue with my original plans, and was about to board my Nov. flight to Riyadh when i was arrested. That is when I first came here, where I spent 42 days awaiting a federal judge to decide on my release. I was released to the custody of my parents (this is why I was at home for the past year), was placed under a court-ordered curfew enforced through automated phone calls that went on until 6 A. M. nightly, my passport was confiscated, I was confined to the state, and was unable to find work in my field due to the federal charge now on my record – all in addition to the $1.2 million ransom (bail) demanded by the government which included my family’s home and life savings. This went on for nearly a year until the government decided to rearrest me and pile on more charges, with the eight-year sentence I was facing under Bush now bumped up to one of life-plus-sixty under Obama. Apparently, this was the “change we can believe in” that was being referred to!
So, that first time I was here in November ‘08, I was brought in to a dormitory – style unit that resemble a summer camp. It was an open space where inmates walk freely between the rows of bunk beds, as opposed to being hunkered down in cells. This is called ‘orientation,’ and population inmates spend three days here before being classified to their respective units. I’d never been to prison before, and had no idea what to expect walking into this unit. But, my instinct told me that i had to put up my flag, now or never. The one thing I did know about prison was that even as a new comer, I wasn’t going to act like one. So, rather than conceal myself and retreat to the shadows, I decided to pretend that I owned the place. I walked to the center of the unit where there was a bit of open space, laid out my bed sheet, put up a sutrah, and prayed Maghrib with about a hundred inmates looking on. Thus, I was able to break the intimidation factor of prison environment from my first hour inside.
This is a method that can be applied at work, school, etc. for Muslims who might be nervous or intimidated into hiding their beliefs or practices. Rather than let the environment control you, be strong and proud and establish your presence from day one. This is the only way your co-workers, classmates, boss, etc. will respect you, and it is the only way other inmates will respect you in prison. People will respect us when they see that we respect ourselves.
A group of tatooed Latinos noticed me praying and walked over once I was done and introduced themselves. They offered to obtain me a Mushaf, they pointed out what food i should avoid, and they even offered to keep the shower area clear of other inmates while i was in there in light of the Islamic rules of modesty they were well aware of. I would come to discover that Muslims are the most respected group in the prison system. Muslims in prison have a reputation for being disciplined, clean, distanced from homosexuality & drugs that are rampant in there, generally minding their own business, and it didn’t hurt that Malcolm X was a Muslim.
So, in here, first impression is everything . . .
. . . That was back in 2008. In my current location it’s a bit harder to interact in such a manner, but there are still ways.
There are three modes of communication down here. One is the use of written notes passed through the unit runner. This is generally reserved for inmates requesting items to borrow or use from other inmates. For example, I’m the only one down here who orders honey from the prison commissary. I always have a bottle of it in my cell. One day, the cell above me sent a note down asking to use some to make his instant coffee. I only had a small amount left, I sent it up to him with the runner. A few hours later, he sent the bottle back along with a coffee pouch filled with some of the coffee he’d made. Allah provides!
Some cells have air ducts connecting them , and prisoners in these cells will sometimes shout through the vents to those next to them or above them. It’s very difficult for them to hear each other due to the distance and the constant whirring of the ventilation system competing with their voices. So, they often have to shout very loudly, and I am sometimes able to make out their words. Here is a sample of a conversation I overheard a few weeks ago:
“… Yo! What Color is Winnie the Pooh?”
“He’s yellow.”
“Nah, he looks gold.”
“He’s yellowish-gold, I think.”
“That nigga is definitely yellow!”
“Yeah, but what about his shirt?”
Hopefully, this gives you an idea of the topics occupying people’s minds down here. Not very intellectually stimulating.
The third way to get a whiff of social activity is through the small slit at the bottom of our cell doors. Basically, you lay down next to the door and speak into it, and whoever is on the other side can hear you, and they respond in kind. The best time to catch someone and pull them into a conversation is when they are waiting to leave the unit for a court date or such, or when they are first coming in. You just yell out to them as they walk by, and that is the chance to have a five minute conversation. I am always curious about people’s histories and backgrounds, so I take every chance I can get to converse. One of the first guys I spoke to down here was a general in the Croatian military, wanted by the International War Crimes Tribunal. Another one, Vee Cee, is accused of shooting someone in the head to steal his gold necklace (he answers every question by rapping). I also came across a fellow who calls himself D. O. G.:
“They call me D. O. G.”
“No. It’s D-O-G.”
“Dog …”
“No! D-O-G.”
“That spells ‘dog’, my friend.”
The way I see it, prison is much like Hajj. No matter how rich or poor, everyone is in the same place, wearing the same simple clothing, eating the same food, enduring the same hardships, and awaiting the same outcome (freedom). Nothing on the outside matters – this is their world now. Their fancy cars, guns, girls, cash, drugs, and flashy clothes are all gone. All of the material possessions through which they elevated themselves above others on the street are now out of sight and irrelevant. They all find themselves facing an unpleasant reality; are desperate to escape it, and are humble towards whatever they feel can alleviate its harshness. And not surprisingly, many of them turn to religion. This is one of the best – if not the best – places to tell others about Islam. The one who is serving a 20 year sentence for a crime committed in a moment of intoxication – how do you think he will respond when you tell him that because you are a Muslim, alcohol has never touched your tongue? The one who feels he has wasted his life and ruined it – how do you think he will react internally when you tell him about the Hereafter, Paradise, Hell, etc. and teach him that even if he screwed up this life, he has an eternal life that he still has a chance to set right? The one who has lost all hope in those around him – what would he want to hear more than that he has an All-Hearing, Knowing, Seeing, and Responding Lord who is just a supplication away? Along with hospitals, prisons are one of the few institutions in this society that have designated chaplains & chapels. Why? Because these are the settings where man discovers the truth of his state; these are the settings where we realize our weaknesses & limitations & helplessness, and realize the value of hope in our Creator.
So in a sense, prison sets our heart free from the illusions of everyday life …
… I’m laying in bed sometime before Fajr when I hear something slide under my door. I get up to see what it is, and find a book ( ‘Looking for a Way Out’ by Michael Norwood). I look out to see who it was, and I see Knipps on his way to court. Knipps is one of the few guys in here that I was able to have some intelligent conversations with. We; d been exchanging books through the runner, and he truly enjoyed reading ‘Enemy Combatant’ when I’d lent it to him a while back, and I likewise benefited from what he had let me borrow. I am therefore not surprised to to see that he had given me this book. I shout out through the slit in the door that I’d get it back to him when I complete it. I open up the book and find a handwritten note inside:
He’s left his mother’s address for me to contact him through at whichever prison he’s being transferred to (it is illegal for prisoners to communicate directly with each other through the mail). I step back and think about the oddity of it all: this man who did what he did referring to me as a friend, and I am about to write him with sympathy and sadness in my heart for what I’ve just read. What a waste.
I am often asked by family and friends about the worst aspect of being here. My reply is that among all of the other factors of life that prison upsets, the most apparent and deeply affecting is that of one’s social circle. We are used to seeing the people we love, those who we can relate to, those we are familiar with and can trust and trust us; those we reach out to and who reach out to us for companionship define who we are, and constitute an inseparable component of our lives. To have that component torn off and replaced without a choice in the matter is probably the most consistent reminder of imprisonment, as the desire to call a friend, or invite someone for coffee, or seek advice from a wise man – all are met with the return to reality of where I am and who I am surrounded by. It is an inevitable consequence that when one is removed from a particular environment, that environment adapts to the change. Likewise, when he is placed in a new environment, he is shaped by and adapts to that change. My daily task of compensating for this change is fulfilled through two main routes, both of which I will write about in the future (in Sha’ Allah): books and letters, which are my sources of good in here.
I close by saying this: despite these conditions, despite these surroundings, & despite this solitude, I consider myself in the company of the most noble, honorable people on the face of the Earth. They are white, black, brown; they speak dozens of languages, hail from all corners of the Earth, and are likewise unjustly imprisoned by the tawaghit of their locales in all corners of the Earth for their Tawhid. These dear brothers (and sisters, unfortunately) occupy a position in my heart that can be filled by no one else. They are experiencing my ordeal along with me, and I am experiencing their ordeal alongside them, and nobody can change that despite the hundreds and thousands of miles that separate us, and whoever of them happens to read this should know very well that I love them for Allah’s sake and supplicate for them by named in the last third of everynight, and by location for those whose names are unknown to me …
… As the night ends, I grab the Mushaf and sit next to my cell door. I lean toward the open slit at the bottom, and I decide tot take advantage of the unit’s good acoustics. I recite Qur’an for a while to the unwitting audience of whoever happens to be walking by & whoever can hear me from their cells across the unit.
When I’m done, there is complete tranquility, ? ????? ???.
(To be continued, in Sha’ Allah)
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Tariq Mehanna
6th of Safar 1431/ 22nd of January 2010
Plymouth Correctional Facility
Isolation Unit – Cell #108

Friday, October 2, 2009

HOLOCAUST SURVIVORS: Comparison between World War II and 2009

Jews lived in prosperity and safety through out during the Muslim rule.  Nazis oppressed them famously and ever since many movies have been made about the Jewish HOLOCAUST and every year many days are devoted to mourn the holocaust.

Instead of taking the revenge from the Nazi Germany, the way USA is taking revenge for twin Towers for the last 9 years from hundreds of thousands of Muslims for the death of 4,000 people, Jews decided to put innocent Muslims, who had always protected and helped them in their trial times from the Christian rulers and populations alike, through the same holocaust and more. As a result, for the last 60 years, Palestinians are being persecuted daily by the Jews but the same world that mourns Jewish holocaust gives a blind eye to the Palestinian HOLOCAUST. One wonders why?

Look at the following pics and wonder, how a human being could do to another something like this? And why the propagators of DEMOCRACY are ignoring such heinous crimes?







Monday, September 21, 2009

What would you call it?

Could all the Muslims that are incarcerated in the name of terrorism together do as much damage to any society as this? And how should the people whose dear ones have been put through this tortuous death react? Would there be any peace with this kind of ongoing wars against Muslims? Are the Muslims supposed to live in a continuous threat of their extermination and humiliating living conditions or as human beings have equal right for defense and revenge?



Go to the following links to add to the treasure of your knowledge about the reality of Islamic Terrorism.






Thursday, September 17, 2009

3 minutes shower after a week in a dirty hole!

Dylan was allowed a 3 minutes shower after a week. We all know by now that he, like his father and brother Zac, is in solitary confinement in a dirty hole like cell. I wonder why only those 3 of one family are subjected to solitary confinement while others are still better off!

The Boyd trio can only have 5 visitors, one at a time for 20 minutes with no touch behind the glass visit. They can call for 10 minutes by paying $15. They need to buy stamps, pencils, paper, soaps and other basic items from the shop on the premises; I wonder how expensive it is? They were the bread earners of the family, their Bank accounts are frozen, the money from home is confiscated, can someone figure out how are they supposed to come up with the required money to take care of their basic needs, stay connected with their family and provide for the family expenses. They are in Virginia prisons while the families are in North Carolina which adds another extra expense of a good car, gas and time. One wonders about the Government agenda!

Monday, September 14, 2009

The life is normal again for everyone except...............!

It is now over two months that those 7 innocent Muslims were indicted in Raleigh, NC. For a while many people showed keen interest in their case but the air is lull now and it seems that they are forgotten.

I wonder if the days are as fast and busy for the incarcerated people as they are for the free people! They are living in solitary confinement, from what I hear, Daniel Boyd's lights have never been turned off; they are on 24/7. Their food is slid down from a hole in the door. The guards are not allowed to talk to them. The fear that their good personalities will influence inmates to Islam has forced authorities to increase the undue torture to the innocent prisoners before they are proven guilty. The case will be brought to the court after a year, can one of those who languish others for these long periods of time, steel their years of life, put themselves in their place and think that they and their families will be able to bear all this?

After 7 years Bagram prisoners are being allowed to plead their cases. Many Guantanamo prisoners have been released after being imprisoned and tortured for a period of 7 or 8 years because they were proven innocent. It seems a normal practice of Western governments in general and American government in particular to persecute the innocents for years upon years in the name of safety and security or peace and justice for Americans and then simply say sorry and walk away without ever repenting for never repeating the same mistake again. What a bluff! Does it prove them conscientious? Does it prove them worthy of leading the world with this characterless approach?

This is Islamic month of Ramadhan in which Muslims fast from Dawn to Dusk. During this time they don't eat or drink. It is the month of physical and spiritual purification. One wonders how these innocent prisoners and thousands others like them are being treated in the prisons by the enemies of Islam. What kind of food are they provided when they start their fast and when they break it? Do they care about bringing their food on time as the God has required because it is a certain fact that the war is not against terrorism, it is against Islam and they will not leave any opportunity of increasing the torture to those who follow Islam?

Are Muslims doing anything for these people realizing that Muslims are like a body, if one part hurts, the whole body suffers, or they are busy with their feasts of Ramadhan in the name of worship?

Saturday, September 12, 2009


Big fear in the European and American political personnel's hearts: If Islam kept spreading with the present speed, in 10 to 20 years most of the Europe would be Muslim rather than Christian. Would it have happened if the Europeans, English and Americans didn't meddle around the Muslim world, caused turmoil in their homelands, forced them to seek refuge from war, displacement and poverty, and as a result ending up in the countries that brought that condition upon them. Whoever didn't come as a refugee was allured to come for the higher studies and pressed upon to stay back after finishing the studies because this way the Western countries were getting highly skilled people without putting much labor into them, cheap huh!

Then they were only concerned about building their nations selfishly without thinking of the brain-drain from the countries that these intelligent and skilled students came from. Then they didn't think of what would be the situation in the future, they were only concerned about their present: Nation Building! Then they didn't think that these people would settle down and have their families grow here. They were too over confident about turning them in to secular Muslims who would only live on their lands to serve their purpose. Then they forgot that there is a Supreme Power; a bigger Planner Who could turn their Chess Board in no time!

Now they are worried about what is going to happen to their societies. Pretty soon there would be no alcohol drinking, no pork eating, no pornography, no mingling of genders, no free sex, no nudity, no dance parties. People will have to respect each other; use their tongues more carefully without abusive language; Hollywood will have to be shut down; Bars will have to be closed; Las Vegas might have to be deserted etc. etc.

The prophesy says that Jesus will descend down from the heavens before Armageddon. And when he descends down, he will kill the swine, break the cross and bring such prosperity to the earth through justice that there will be no poor left to accept charity. There will be such peace on the earth that a woman could travel across with no fear of attack.

It seems that the way is being paved for Jesus' coming because once the demographic change takes place, the time is ripe for his appearance. So it will be smart to submit to the Will of God and accept the consequences of what our own hands have brought upon us and instead of killing and torturing the innocent Muslims, start searching for our own salvation because the time to be presented in front of our Lord is nearing.

What do we do now?

Islam is the only religion left uncorrupted so far. It is not the Muslims that spread Islam, it is the Creator, the God, Who makes the plans to spread His Religion and uses human beings to fulfill His plans. No matter what Human Beings try to do to stop Islam, they won't be able to stop since it is Allah's plan to spread it!

Here is a guard of Guantanamo Bay, who accepted Islam while guarding Muslims and now promoting it in the U.S. to his free countrymen!


And here are prisoners who accept Islam after coming in contact with their Muslim inmates! So instead of fighting the Most Powerful, The God, it will be wiser to submit to His Will and accept his Religion as the Supreme.


Note: This article originally appeared in the New York Post. Click here to see the original.

Amid all the shocking details in the disrupted plot to bomb Bronx synagogues and fire missiles at American military aircraft, one component of the case should come as no surprise - three of the alleged culprits converted to radical Islam in prison.

Radical Islamists have targeted prison populations for recruitment for years. That's where Jose Padilla, suspected of plotting to detonate a dirty bomb and convicted of conspiracy to murder people overseas and of providing material support to terrorists, converted and was radicalized.

That's where a California man, Kevin James, created his own cell, called the Jam'iyyat Ul-Islam Is-Saheeh (JIS), and recruited other inmates to plot attacks against military and Jewish targets in and around Los Angeles.

In New York, the man who was the head Muslim chaplain for state prisons considered the 9/11 hijackers to be martyrs. Warith Deen Umar spent 20 years working with New York prisons, overseeing the hiring of Muslim chaplains and leading prayer services.

My organization, the Investigative Project on Terrorism, obtained an audio tape of a speech Umar gave in 2004. In it, he told his audience that victory for Islam would not come without loss:

"Brothers, be prepared to fight, be prepared to die, be prepared to kill. It's a part of the deen, and this ain't your brother just saying this, this is history, this is Quran, nobody can deny it. and we need to let the enemies know."


"Rise up and fight. And fight them until turmoil is no more and strike terror into their hearts. You think there is no terror in Quran? It's called [word unclear] read it in the 56th surah of the Quran. There's no lack of translation, there's no mistranslation There's not one Sheikh says one thing, no, it's very clear. "When you fight, you strike terror into the heart of the disbeliever.'"

Hear the first clip here and the second clip here.

According to a 2003 column in the Wall Street Journal, a protégé of Umar's was a man named Salahuddin M. Muhammad, hired by Umar to serve as chaplain at the Fishkill Correctional Facility. Today, Muhammad is an imam at the Masjid Al-Ikhlas in Newburg, NY, where the first conversation about attacking American between defendant James Cromitie and the FBI informant took place (Muhammad is not named in the criminal complaint).

Radicalism in prisons is a problem that has been festering for years. The Department of Justice's Inspector General issued a report in 2004 with a host of recommendations for tamping it down, but there's little sign any action has been taken.

Source: The New York Post
That President Obama now wants to transfer hundreds of hardened jihadists into American prisons is a guarantee that they will serve as emissaries and proselytizers of jihad to the thousands of prisoners they are exposed to. In virtually no time, it is all but certain - based on past patterns of radical Islamic growth in jails that we have investigated - that we will witness the number of radical Islamic inmates multiply by thousands, maybe more.

The Guantanamo prisoners will be looked up as jihadi rock stars and each one could potentially produce a hundred new ticking time bombs ultimately walking the streets of America. Although the President tried to reassure us that no inmate has ever escaped from a super maximum security prison, what about the newly indoctrinated jihadists among the existing inmates who will be certainly released after their terms are up? In light of the massive damage and death that only four converts to Islam in prison could have carried out as witnessed in the interdiction of the recent terror plot, one cannot even begin to imagine the potential for damage and death a thousand times greater were there to be a whole new generation of hardened jihadists walking the streets of the US with an agenda of nothing but murder and destruction. FBI agents with whom I have spoke say that the transfer of prisoners to the US is insane, pure and simple.

Part of the problem is that there is no single agency which can change the nation's prison system, since states are responsible for their own penitentiaries and each has its own religious programming. Imams recruited by the likes of Umar continue to work, library shelves are stocked with the words of radical ideologues like Syyed Qutb and Sayyid Mawlana Abul Ala Maududi. Some prison libraries include the Nobel Quran, an extreme interpretation of Islam's holy book that includes a call for jihad.

These books are not reviewed by prison officials, perhaps due to language differences or because they are perceived simply as religious texts. DOJ, which has oversight over BOP, refuses to acknowledge the problem.

Meanwhile, federal records identified by the Investigative Project on Terrorism and available on the Internet show a number of Muslim Brotherhood-tied organizations receiving government contracts, including contracts with the Bureau of Prisons, to perform work such as chaplain services and Islamic studies.

Some, like the Muslim American Society, have dedicated prison projects in which they specifically collect money to send religious dogma to prisoners and underwrite volunteer chaplains. This effort is aimed not only at existing Muslims convicts but to convert non-Muslim inmates.

In light of the 2004 IG report, these contractual relationships with radical Islamic groups show that there still is very little oversight concerning the messengers importing religion into U.S. prisons.

Wednesday night, we saw what happens when they leave prison and follow an extremist path, buying into propaganda that the America is at war with Islam and they mobilize to act. It is time someone paid attention.

The first thing that needs to be done is to get the Bureau of Prisons to stop being able to stick its head in the sand. The Department of Justice, which oversees the Bureau of Prisons, needs to immediately set national vetting standards for all religious clergy - not just Muslim Imams but Rabbis and Priests - and all religious texts and propaganda being allowed into federal prisons. Congress needs to impose new rules that force BOP to mandate and operate strict investigations of those who preach in the prisons and the material they are allowed to import.

Wahhabist literature, Muslim Brotherhood tracts calling for Jihad, Saudi produced Qurans that exude hatred for Jews and Christians - all of this continues to flow into federal and local prisons unhampered.

To those who say this is a violation of the free practice of religion or free speech, that is pure nonsense: Like government officials who are denied clearances based on background checks, Islamic chaplains who do not pass certain clearance standards can also be denied the right to enter prisons. That does not stop them from practicing their religion; it only stops them from spreading their ideology in government institutions. And, incidentally, the Bureau of Prisons should not be allowed to set the criteria: We found out that in 2004, the way the BOP determined whether an Imam was a radical was to simply ask them if they supported terrorism. If they said no - and of course they all all did - they were granted admission.

Another problem that needs to be fixed is that in jail, Islamist converts generally avoid violence for fear of upsetting the prison authorities. Therefore there is little if any incentive for the warden or prison officials to keep tabs on the activities of the Islamist prisoners - or for that matter Aryan nation prisoners - or what they are being taught or what is in their libraries.

Unless prison authorities start collecting intelligence on those in prison who belong to radical groups and who talk about carrying out violence once they get out, law enforcement is faced with a total blank slate, critically dependent upon confidential informants to help them thwart terrorist attacks. If not for the serendipitous appearance of a confidential informant in the current Bronx case, chances are that today we would be witness terror and death in the Jewish Community Center of Riverdale.

Steven Emerson is head of the Investigative Project on Terrorism (investigativeproject.org) a counter-terrorism organization that tracks and investigates that threat of radical Islam on American soil.

Related Topics: Homegrown Terror, Prosecutions, Recruitment
Reader comments on this item

Limitations on prison sentences

Submitted by Always On Watch, May 25, 2009 08:42

Most in our system of prisons do not serve full terms. As mentioned in the essay here:

Another problem that needs to be fixed is that in jail, Islamist converts generally avoid violence for fear of upsetting the prison authorities. Therefore there is little if any incentive for the warden or prison officials to keep tabs on the activities of the Islamist prisoners - or for that matter Aryan nation prisoners - or what they are being taught or what is in their libraries.

Criminals and their attorneys are smart enough to work the system and gain early release for time served and good behavior.

I wonder how many incarcerated Muslims various Muslims "civil rights groups" represent right now? Such a list might be another tool to protect our nation.

It still may not be too late

So We sent on them: the flood, the locusts, the Qummal, the frogs, and the blood; manifest signs, yet they remained arrogant, and they were of those people who were criminals. And when the punishment struck them, they said: "O Musa! Invoke your Lord for us because of His promise to you. If you remove the punishment from us, we indeed shall believe in you, and we shall let the Children of Israel go with you.'' But when We removed the punishment from them to a fixed term, which they had to reach, behold! they broke their word!) (7:133-135)

Above are a couple of verses from the Quran. What a person of common sense can learn from these verses are a few lessons, some of them could be: 1) the human history repeats itself with the changed names. Then Faroah was the oppressor and Israelis were the oppressed ones while now Israelis are the oppressors and the Muslims are the oppressed ones. 2) God is always with the weaker ones because most of the time they are on the Right Path or close to it. Then He was with the Israelis now He is with the Muslims! 3) Human beings try to inflict the same pains on others that they suffer from rather than trying to save others from the pains that they have tasted unless they follow the True Religion of their Creator, then only their hearts get filled with the light of the truth and mercy from the God and they show mercy to others. Until the creation of the State of Israel, Jews were pushed around and were persecuted by the Christians. As soon as they got the State of Israel, they started terrorizing and persecuting Muslims worse than what was done to them by others instead of realizing the pains and avoiding to inflict them on their fellow human beings.

Armageddon is around the corner. World is going to come to an end. Then wouldn't it be smart not to take the burden of others' sins by killing or torturing them to death? And wouldn't it be smart to try to save our souls rather than bodies? All the intelligence is being wasted on finding the ways of destroying other nations, religions, societies; trying to develop all the possible means of humiliating and torturing other human beings whose culture doesn't match ours. Shouldn't our efforts be directed to saving the humanity rather than destroying it? Shouldn't our time be spent on searching the truth for eternal peace rather than suppressing it and trying to distort it such that nobody can recognize it?

Friday, September 11, 2009

Another case to be explored

The man came as a student, studied diligently, became US Citizen, got married, settled down and was remembered as a model citizen by his neighbors and friends throughout his stay in the US. Being a good Muslim he started helping a charity organization voluntarily in his spare time. The Organization collected some donations from around the world and transferred to Saudi Arabia to be used for the charity work. Pete didn't imagine that he will have to pay tax for a sum that was neither earned in the US nor used, it was basically being transferred from one end to the other. It could easily be considered a genuine mistake and the matter could be settled, if need be, by imposing required fine, if any.

But that is not what happened! He was harassed by the FBI, indicted in made up cases and to save himself from the imprisonment, seeing what might be coming, he ran out of the country.

That is not the end of the story. Who knows which agent, in the guise of friend and adviser, advised him to come back to the US since they don't have any substantial evidence against him, he could fight his case in the Court and be absolved of the false accusations. He came back.

Guess what happened! He was whisked from the airport and his whereabouts have not been known ever since, it has been two years or so. Read Afia Siddiqui's case and there are too many similarities.

Whatever the case, it establishes one factor very solidly: they are after every practising intelligent Muslim who could be of any value to the Muslims and Muslim community. I wonder what could you call it? Go to the following link and read and appreciate the democracy that is being spread by bombs and missiles.