Qatar Confessions Part II: Extreme Taboos

A.K. Aaron

Qatar Confessions Part II

Extreme Taboos

ISBN: 978-0-9975356-1-7

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Table of contents

Prologue

Secret Taboos

Chapter 1: Pleasure Marriage Shaikha

Chapter 2: Camel Jockey to Sex Slave Fahad

Chapter 3: No Way Out Bernie

Chapter 4: Burning Freedom Satya

Chapter 5: No Babies No Life Dr. Kim

Cultural Taboos

Chapter 6: Not Noah's Ark, Melanie

Chapter 7: Baby Brides Betty

Chapter 8: The Bloody Veil of Silence Multiple Nations

Chapter 9: The Virgin Prostitute Rania

Chapter 10: Arab Men Prefer Deserts Tilda

Extreme Taboos

Chapter 11: My Father Sold Me Ghada

Chapter 12: Dark Babies don't Bruise, Ekua

Chapter 13: Labia Love, Simone

Chapter 14: Nanny's Nightmare Chandrika

Chapter 15: Extreme Chastity Rita

Radical Taboos

Chapter 16: Sisters of Jihad, Assala

Chapter 17: Terrorist Sex Slave Nina

Chapter 18: ISIS: The Nemisis of Islam Yanar

Chapter 19: Rape and Recruit Doug

Chapter 20: The Darkest Taboo Hend

Glosssary

Web Resources

Bibliography

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Prologue

To be free is not merely to cast off one’s chains, but to live in a way that respects and enhances the freedom of others. No one is born hating another person because of the color of his skin, or his background, or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite. Nelson Mandela

The villa where we had lived in Doha echoed memories of our lives together. Boxes were piled everywhere on the tiled floors. As I carried more items to pack from Claire's office, I wondered when the police would reveal the location of her last phone call.

I had placed five calls to their office in the past twenty-four hours; with no response. I queried the phone company with the same question. They could not help me. Government regulations restricted my access to this information, and the company would release the information only to the police. Typical bureaucracy for a monarchy keen on maintaining control of information. It was time to take matters into my hands to find Claire and our unborn child.

I decided to logistically plot her disappearance like they do on TV crime shows. I gathered scotch tape, index cards, scissors and used a blank wall to post a display of key points in her disappearance. Soon, dental floss connected scribbled cards that centered around a large photo of Claire. The process of developing the visual map I hoped would help clarify and define my needed steps in her search.

Based on compiled information from police reports and talks with neighbors, Claire had apparently gone missing shortly before her scheduled flight to America. Her purse and bags were still in the villa. Her cell phone and laptop were missing. Had she taken them with her? If she had, where did she go and how did she get there? The airport cab had finally left when she hadn't opened the door after his repeated honking. The driver told police he had waited over thirty minutes, which our neighbor Jane confirmed. A giant piece of the puzzle remained unsolved, and that was the location of her last call.

If Claire had not disappeared, she would be here this morning sipping a hazelnut cappuccino in front of her laptop. From this space, I remember watching as she gazed out the window across an endless desert. From her view, there were no trees, just an endless sand surface sprinkled with cautious lizards and jumping jerboas scurrying about their daily chores. In this harsh landscape, she had told me that her mind was free to pursue topics that remained buried beneath the windblown sand.

She shared with me her imaginary glimpses into tribal life. One time she walked out into the desert and found women repairing a traditional Bedouin tent. The women sat in circle stitching this hardy material with goat hair. This material was known to keep the tent cool in the summer and warm in the winter. The black tents were referred to as the beit al-sha’r, or house of hair and were a design that was believed to have originated in Mesopotamia. The ancient souls of Bedouin tribes hummed to her as she daydreamed of her walk through the desert. Claire said she longed to hear the songs of the Bedouin women and to learn the mystical, unwritten notes of tribal life.

The forbidden topics that kept her thinking into the wee hours of the night also kept her questioning people by day. I found lists of questions that she kept handy for each interview. Throughout her research, she was always trying to understand the intricate complexities of taboos. How did they originate? How were they sustained through generations? She interviewed multiple people from different cultures on a broad range of topics. She told me it was hard to find people willing to break tradition and speak openly about hidden issues. Some were unable to communicate how they felt; others had been too traumatized by the taboos to speak at all. Each person’s narrative was personal and vital to her research.

When I first organized Claire’s work to publish Secret Taboos, Part I of the Qatar Confessions series, she had recently disappeared. I prepared her research for publication in hopes of finding her. There has been no sign of Claire to date and no promising leads to her whereabouts. Probing into her collection of file boxes, I discovered several manila envelopes entitled extreme taboos. After listening to the enclosed interview tapes and reading through her notes, I realized I must share these intriguing stories with the world. I have published these as Extreme Taboos, Part II of the Qatar Confessions series.

From misyar or temporary marriages to labia distortion, Claire’s tapes delved into prohibitive cultural practices. She interviewed migrant construction workers and domestic servants who worked as housemaids. Because these two underpaid groups were a hot topic with international human rights organizations, Claire could have upset someone with her probing into cases of self-immolation and abortion. Her tapes revealed discussions of infertility, child marriage, menstruation, prostitution, body hair removal, and chastity belts. These were restricted subjects that could have put her in harm's way. She investigated clandestine topics that surrounded the culture of terrorism. I found a file highlighted with yellow marker entitled ISIS Fatwa number: Sixty-four. This document published by ISIS outlined detailed instructions to its' warriors on how to treat captured women during the jihad and how to 'properly' turn them into sex slaves.

The ethnic cleansing of an entire black community in Libya enraged Claire. She couldn’t stop talking about the injustices of this genocide and how no one seemed to care. The invasion of Libya had resulted in the extermination of an entire community of black Tawerghan people and the ultimate destruction of that country. She became skeptical of the motivations behind the US State Department’s role in the derailing of Gaddafi and began to probe more deeply into who was responsible and what motivated the invasion she said was a complete indifference to life. Claire repeatedly told me that societal taboos should never be locked away and hidden from view. Banned topics, both good and bad, were an essential component of moral education and needed open discussion. Her mantra was to celebrate the good and destroy the evil by helping build awareness of cruel cultural practices.

Taboos have existed at both ends of the economic spectrum. Claire was open-minded on controversial topics; with a mission to enlighten people about such grave issues. Animal abuse was high on the expat chat list in Doha. Claire’s research touched on domestic animal struggles, as well as wild animals being smuggled and sold for exorbitant prices. Animal abuse in Qatar was a topic of constant discussion when expats gathered away from the prying ears and eyes of their employers and colleagues.

As I looked at the wall map to plot her disappearance, one glaring point stood out. She had made her last call to her medical doctor, but where was she when she placed it? Dr. Kim’s office was not answering phone calls. The police needed to search the medical office right now. I tried the criminal division again and left a message for the detective to return my call. I waited two hours for a callback that never came. I knew I must act quickly and since the police were of no help, I needed to work alone.

It took me only twenty minutes to drive to the medical office of Dr. Kim despite the ongoing construction on Slope Roundabout. My plan was to break into the office and find any clue I could that might lead me to Claire's disappearance. Upon arrival to the parking lot of the medical office, I was stunned. There was at least five police cars and crime unit van already on the scene. After parking my car, I walked up to the main door where the investigation had centralized. They must have found something. Was it Claire?

The head detective stood in the walkway scrolling through what appeared to be Claire’s vibrant blue cell phone. He paused for a moment and said, We found her cell phone on the floor. Nothing else. I am almost finished looking through it.

The detective told me she had made her last phone call from this very location and this is what had prompted their search through the facility. The last call was to Dr. Kim’s office from Dr. Kim’s office? It made no sense to me. The detective then handed me the phone Walla; you can have it back, there is nothing on it.

I slid the