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Post by Crystal on Apr 17, 2008 9:58:28 GMT -5
((maybe taped outside the windows of each member's bedroom so they know when to meet. It's taped where you can read it from the inside))
"We shall be thy helpers in the cause of God!"
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K.A.
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Post by Crystal on Sept 7, 2008 10:48:40 GMT -5
Dear Mother,
As you can tell from receiving this letter, I am safe. Please forgive me for not writing to you sooner, but I was not allowed. I am safe though and not in harm's way. Allah has blessed me in so many ways and has watched over me. I am with Aqil and his brother, Karam. Aqil will not be charged with any crimes here, and I will be safe from my false testimony. Please tell Mrs. Ataullah that her sons are safe.
We have a new home. We are no longer in Saudi Arabia, and I am not sure if we will ever be able to return. It is a long story and I do not believe I am able to tell it, as I want to know this letter will get to you. I am not even sure if I can say where we are located. But please know that we are safe. Our new home is wonderful, bigger than I have seen. We have a large pasture and field for growing food. The livestock and animals have been provided for us. Mother, we are also able to get an education here--women too, without the approval of their husbands. Everyone is progressive here. I was told women in this country can do everything a man can do, no restrictions. I still asked Aqil though, or rather he asked me, if I would like to receive an education. He said he would be happy if I did, so I am. He is still as kind as ever towards me. I feel we are getting closer. I am nervous, but very excited to begin studying. Aqil wishes to study medicine. I feel this would be a good job for him because he is so caring and kind and very smart.
Places are much different here. The market is called a grocery store and it is indoors and the amount of food they have in these places is overwhelming. I did not know which food was which because they have different names than I am used to. The meats are already cut and wrapped in plastic with this styrofoam holder. Some of the rice comes in boxes, already with flavor. They have a small market, for farmers, and it has food that is grown by people here. I hope that we will be able to grow our own food, food that I am familiar with. I suppose it is the same food, but I will need to learn the names and translation for them. Tell Amani that they have big shops here filled only with books. It is like looking into a castle, with books on top and bottom, 2 floors of them, with stairs going to the second level.
I miss you greatly. I hope that everything is okay back home. I love both you and Amani very much and think about you constantly. I pray to Allah that you are safe. I will write again. Please keep this letter safe.
Love your daughter,
Farrah Ataullah
P.S.: Please let Mrs. Ataullah know that Zaki, the dog, is with us as well. I do not wish her to worry.
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