In Iraq, a moms plea…She’s not rejecting her faith. She’s a Muslim mom crying out not against Islam, but for her daughter’s life. Crying because her little girl’s body is not ready to carry a child. Because pregnancy at that age can kill.

 

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In Iraq, a moms plea…She’s not rejecting her faith. She’s a Muslim mom crying out not against Islam, but for her daughter’s life. Crying because her little girl’s body is not ready to carry a child. Because pregnancy at that age can kill. 

And because saying no to that reality has cost her everything, her safety, her place in her community. She’s being punished not x hating her religion, but x refusing to sacrifice her child to it.

This is not some extremist exception. This is what happens when law is worshipped more than life. When doctrine is used to control women instead of protect them. But in the face of all that, this mother speaks publicly, tearfully, & at great risk. Her voice breaks the silence. Her grief becomes defiance. Her fear becomes courage. She doesn’t want her daughter to become a bride or a body in a grave. She wants her to live. She’s is me, you, mother or father of the western world or the muslim but not Islamic world. This is a voice from the womb. When a woman “makes” babies for martyrdom and life insurance girls good only for sex slavery and marriage as young as 6, they lose their connectedness to the source of life they are bringing into the world. They’re just producing more damage and deaths. But when a woman finds that fiber within herself and her baby girl or boy, the production business becomes too much to bear. If women stood together and talk against this barbaric rules, if they became matriarchs in a lost world of little boys who just know how to play with guns since they crawl, if they realized Quran is not a happy ending, not for women anyhow, perhaps we stand a chance of a worse massacre of women in the present, but a global change for those watching this historical and brave moment in history happen and protect their kids.

And that cry matters. Because even if some mothers in Gaza glorified their sons’ slaughter of Jews on October 7, not every woman is lost to that darkness. This one stands as proof—if not proof, then a reminder—that love can survive even in places where death is praised. Her cry is dangerous. Her cry is sacred. And her cry is hope. If you can’t hear it, or if you choose not to—then you’re not listening.