Marwa Elsharbini

I assume that you have all heard or read about the sad and tragic deadly incident that ironically took place in what supposedly is a justice hall, a so called- court of law. The victim was an Egyptian young lady named Marwa ElSharbini, who was there seeking justice but instead she was sentenced to death by the convicted villain who decided at that moment to be the judge and the executioner. Justice was for sure absent that day.
Apparently the reason behind the crime was that the murderer is simply very sensitive towards the Islamic "HIGAB", the Muslim" LIBASS", which in his blind eyes is the illustration of terrorism and the "LIBASS" of terrorists, mind you as the west is still lecturing us about Equity, equality, freedom of speech and freedom of faith, such incidents prove that they should lecture themselves!



I think of her and I wonder. I wonder about her last words and her last thoughts. As I see her picture I can’t help but ponder many questions in desperate need for answers. I brood over her story penetrating on what could have been the last image her eyes captured before they were finally closed, once and for all. Was it the angelic face of her three years- old child standing there helpless, restless and utterly befuddled; oblivious to what will change his yet- to- blossom life?

Ya rabbi! Did she worry about her little child who's viewing the bloody scene of her and the attacker? Did she worry about her beloved surviving that lethally- noxious encounter? Did she worry if their son would lose not only his mother but also his father?

Maybe she thought hastily of what would have been of Mustafa's brother or sister if he or she had come to the world?

Oh, I’m horrified to ask, how long would it take someone to die, after 18 stabs? A minute, or a second, lord I hope not more than that.

Did she suffer? Did she feel the pain? Was the emotional grief stronger than that of physical? The anguish for departing her "Dunya" so suddenly, although for "alakhra" I am positive she was ready, but her son is still too young to live, to grow and to go on without her.

Maybe she called, she prayed to god "Lord! Bring me justice!", and she was granted the fairness and justice eternally.

Did she say in unspoken words to you, dear god, that she's tired of all the injustice filling her world? Did she pray that you would prove to the world that it is he, not she, who is the terrorist and that it is “them” not “us”, who are radically unjust?

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- Intorduction was drafted by my colleague.

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