Making note of this is deemed ”islamofauxbic’.
I have posted on this phenomenon many times, I highly recommend a book by Dr.Nusrat Raza (who sent me a copy) Visa for Hell, Bridal Slavery Through Legitimate Trafficking. The author interviews the victims and retells their horror stories, and if it’s that bad in the UK, it’s that much worse in Pakistan and other places throughout the Islamic world.
NOTE: It’s no accident that Dr.Raza has next to little luck in promoting her book, it’s not even listed at Amazon, the ruling elite quash news about this at every opportunity, thanks to the Daily Mail for highlighting it.
‘As a little girl, I had ambitions to be a doctor but my parents wanted me to learn the Koran,’ she says. ‘I was sent to a madrassa [an Islamic school] and by the age of ten I knew it by heart.’
This learning led, in due course, to her disastrous arranged marriage. ‘I was 18 and my family was visiting the home of a holy man. He also happened to be receiving some people from the UK. They had come to Pakistan with the intention of finding a bride for their son. I didn’t realise this then.
Beaten, abused, raped… the Pakistani brides as young as 14 who are forced to marry strangers and lured to wretched lives in Britain
Cruel truth: Many women travel from to Britain believing it is the ‘promised land’ but face terror when they arrive (file picture)
By RICHARD PENDLEBURY
PUBLISHED: 22:42 GMT, 6 January 2014 | UPDATED: 22:48 GMT, 6 January 2014
To countless migrants, Britain is the promised land. But, once here. many are cruelly exploited. Yesterday, we told the secret of slaves working in our curry houses. Today we reveal the terror of brides brought to our shores to marry their countrymen.
We are waiting for the new bride. And, as is her prerogative, she takes her time to prepare. Sheep are being driven noisily along the lane outside, while in the house the electricity has failed again; lights dim, the ceiling fan whines to a halt and in the sticky gloom the scene could be any time in the past 200 years.
This impression is not dispelled when the curtain at the back of the room is drawn aside and Shaista appears at last. The 26-year-old is dressed traditionally in a pretty shalwar karmeez suit, with an exquisitely embroidered floral dupatta, or scarf, wrapped about her head. Her two chaperoning brothers make a place for her on the sofa.
In a few weeks’ time she will leave Punjab for ever to start a new life in inner-city East London.
It is some step. She has not been outside Pakistan nor, aside from a brief meeting as teenagers, had she seen her English-born husband Shabaz before they were married by arrangement of their families last summer.
How did it come about?
