Memoirs of a dark-eyed houri
Hello, I am named Aisha. I am 12. I am from Qana, but I don't know where my family is. I hope they're ok. The last thing I remember was a loud bang, and I heard the building where they put me in the basement falling on me. I think of it like a dream that happened. Before they let me into Paradise, I saw myself being pulled from the building many times, put back in, and pulled out again. They took lots of pictures of me. I am proud that they took care to make sure they got just the right picture. Maybe that's why they dressed me in lots of different clothes and posed me in different ways. I hope my daddy will see them and be proud of me.
I remember when the Israel rocket hit the building. I remember when I heard another explosion many hours later, and it fell down on me. I wanted to get out when the rocket came, but they didn't let us go. Its all a part of Allah's plan because now I'm in Paradise.
There are lots of girls here, but are are all naked, so I have to take off my clothes too. After I got all my blood cleaned off of me, a very handsome man put a chain on my neck and took me to the marketplace.
I had heard about the market in the Koran, but I didn't know how beautiful it was going to be. There were lots of pretty boys who were naked too, and more girls there. Lots of pretty colors, scents and sounds. I saw my cousin Ahmed over there. I wanted to hide my eyes because I saw him naked, but when I realized I was in Paradise, I knew that it was good to be naked. I waved at him, but he didn't recognize me. That made me sad.
But at the market there were all sorts of fruit and wine and lots of things for pleasure. I was so thirsty, but I couldn't have anything yet. I had to wait until I was taken by a martyr for his special companion. And then I wouldn't be thirsty or hungry again. Pretty soon there were lots of men, sitting on rugs and smoking hookahs on the street. I guess they're the new martyrs.
The men who were leading us up onto the platform wrapped our head in a scarf before we were taken up so that we would not offend Allah. I was nervous and scared because I was never in front of so many people. Then I was matched with just the right martyr. His name was Mohammed, and he was 45 when he took the path of the martyr. He took my chain in his hand and led me off the platform. He smelled a little.
I was hoping that in Paradise I would have all the turkish delight I could eat and lots and lots of doggies and kitties to play with. That's what mommy said was in heaven. But praise Allah, I know that He knows what is right.
Allah knows what is right, and so he chose me to be a virgin for the martyrs. I feel honor for my family, but I also feel sad because I want to play and make wreathes of flowers and make songs, like my cousin Ahmed and I did when we were little. I think its better the way that Allah wants it.
In Mohammed's house, there were lots and lots of other girls and some boys too. Everyone here has a mansion of his own. Allah takes good care of martyrs who die for him. Most girls were younger than me, but some were older too. I didn't see any women but the girls who are houri. Maybe they have a separate Paradise with lots of boys to make them happy. We pray in different parts of mosque, why shouldn't we have a different Paradise too?
I'm so happy to be here. I know that when Mohammed chooses me to be his mattress for the night, I will be honored. In the meanwhile, I'm getting excited about Paradise. There's lots of food, and I'll never have to poo. There's lots of wine but I'll never have to pee. They don't even have toilets here. People even urp perfume, so its pretty stinky with perfume. Mohammed is always eating so he always has a cloud of perfume around him.
I've got to go because today I'm learning how to serve meals with the other girls. I would like to sleep now. Its been a long day, but I know that the better I can serve the martyr, the happier he'll be, and the happier Allah will be.
I remember when the Israel rocket hit the building. I remember when I heard another explosion many hours later, and it fell down on me. I wanted to get out when the rocket came, but they didn't let us go. Its all a part of Allah's plan because now I'm in Paradise.
There are lots of girls here, but are are all naked, so I have to take off my clothes too. After I got all my blood cleaned off of me, a very handsome man put a chain on my neck and took me to the marketplace.
I had heard about the market in the Koran, but I didn't know how beautiful it was going to be. There were lots of pretty boys who were naked too, and more girls there. Lots of pretty colors, scents and sounds. I saw my cousin Ahmed over there. I wanted to hide my eyes because I saw him naked, but when I realized I was in Paradise, I knew that it was good to be naked. I waved at him, but he didn't recognize me. That made me sad.
But at the market there were all sorts of fruit and wine and lots of things for pleasure. I was so thirsty, but I couldn't have anything yet. I had to wait until I was taken by a martyr for his special companion. And then I wouldn't be thirsty or hungry again. Pretty soon there were lots of men, sitting on rugs and smoking hookahs on the street. I guess they're the new martyrs.
The men who were leading us up onto the platform wrapped our head in a scarf before we were taken up so that we would not offend Allah. I was nervous and scared because I was never in front of so many people. Then I was matched with just the right martyr. His name was Mohammed, and he was 45 when he took the path of the martyr. He took my chain in his hand and led me off the platform. He smelled a little.
I was hoping that in Paradise I would have all the turkish delight I could eat and lots and lots of doggies and kitties to play with. That's what mommy said was in heaven. But praise Allah, I know that He knows what is right.
Allah knows what is right, and so he chose me to be a virgin for the martyrs. I feel honor for my family, but I also feel sad because I want to play and make wreathes of flowers and make songs, like my cousin Ahmed and I did when we were little. I think its better the way that Allah wants it.
In Mohammed's house, there were lots and lots of other girls and some boys too. Everyone here has a mansion of his own. Allah takes good care of martyrs who die for him. Most girls were younger than me, but some were older too. I didn't see any women but the girls who are houri. Maybe they have a separate Paradise with lots of boys to make them happy. We pray in different parts of mosque, why shouldn't we have a different Paradise too?
I'm so happy to be here. I know that when Mohammed chooses me to be his mattress for the night, I will be honored. In the meanwhile, I'm getting excited about Paradise. There's lots of food, and I'll never have to poo. There's lots of wine but I'll never have to pee. They don't even have toilets here. People even urp perfume, so its pretty stinky with perfume. Mohammed is always eating so he always has a cloud of perfume around him.
I've got to go because today I'm learning how to serve meals with the other girls. I would like to sleep now. Its been a long day, but I know that the better I can serve the martyr, the happier he'll be, and the happier Allah will be.
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