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a child is who has not yet reached puberty so Aisha was reach puberty at the age of nine.
Says who?
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Aisha was engaged to another man before and Many of the girls in her age were engaged and married, which reflects the nature of the environment in that time ,But in our time Fourteen is a fairly normal age for a girl to reach puberty, And women in that era their nightmares that they reach the age of twelve without marriage but We are now almost the age of twenties suitable for marriage ...
Not really. Puberty typically implies menstruation for a girl. That does not mean it's an appropriate time for birth. If it were, we would not have the significant issues seen today in Africa with young teens being ostricized from their communities due to obstetric fistulas. I'm sure you are well aware of the problem. The real issue is a matter of education vs ignorance. The folk in these societies simply don't know any better. The girls are married off young, become pregnant, and end up with gaping holes in their uterin walls since their bone structures are not developed enough.
I'm unaware of any evidence that development varied 1500 some odd years ago. In short, having sex with a nine year old during any era is simply irresponsible and inconsiderate.
imanway, I don't know if you have a daughter, but let me ask you this...If you had a twelve year old daughter and your husband decided marry her off to say, a 45 year old man....What would you do, or could you do anything about it?
look, Not because Muhammad was ignorant how is that! and The prophets is God who taught them through revelation As in the predicted Mohammed peace be upon him through the dream about the marriage of Aisha in this age So Environment of the Arab girl 2000 years ago or 1400 years completely different about our environment today ..
a child is who has not yet reached puberty so Aisha was reach puberty at the age of nine. Aisha was engaged to another man before and Many of the girls in her age were engaged and married, which reflects the nature of the environment in that time ,But in our time Fourteen is a fairly normal age for a girl to reach puberty, And women in that era their nightmares that they reach the age of twelve without marriage but We are now almost the age of twenties suitable for marriage ...
So the natural age of marriage at that time was 9-12 or from the time of puberty to post it .
Aisha was mature mentally and psychologically and physically, intelligent and ingenious enough ....
Where she are convey to us the teachings of the Islam of her husband that was loves him very much and throughout her life was living happily with him...
Where she had transferred to us from the teachings of the Islam the husband she loves him very much
A child of 9 -12 is not physically ready, nor emotionally ready to be a wife or mother. They are still children.
I have an 11 year old and I cannot imagine her being married......
i argued many times in many forums about sharia in islam .
but all of them focused on why we impose islamic laws on nonmuslims
so i want for this discussion to be quite different here
my question is , if sharia law not contradict with commands of God of other relegions , why you deny it ?
is it because it's islamic ? or because it's issues oppose your relegion ?
so, what do you think sharia is ?
A primitive man made law against humans is what I think it is, especially women . No civilized nation should ever consider it .
Now after saying that I also think we are no longer any more civilized than some muslims . Our women went too far the other way,imo. But to stone, mutilate or rape is not the answer to the problem . Women have as man rights as men do just in a different way .
Sharia law is evil ,imo and should be outlawed the world over .
Take the beatitudes plagiarized from Jesus out of Islam and the religion is a completely barbarian deen bent on total control of human beings and world domination. It makes no distinction between religion and the secular state If it does not become civilized, liberalized and stay out of secular laws . . . it should not be tolerated or accorded any respect in any civilized country in the world, IMO.
Sharia is upsetting me because she never wrote to me in prison after our date the other night. I could have sworn I did everything right. After our fabulous dinner at McDonald's and a drive past the movie theater, you'd have thought Sharia would be swooning over me. But, it gets even worse. The initial details alone are probably enough to make any woman jealous, but wait until you hear what else I did on our date.
I had it all planned out. I was going to pick Sharia up at 7:00 on the dot. She sounded like a Marlboro woman to me; I picked up a carton of them and had them specially gift-wrapped from the local tobacco shop. Wrapped around it, I had a dozen flowers I picked fresh from the front of my trailer park. You know the little yellow ones that look so nice in the spring? I figured Sharia would really dig that. I also presented her with six aluminum cans filled to the brim with what I thought a classy lady of her sort would love - Natural Light. At this point, I know you ladies are jealous of Sharia for having found such a wonderful man but it gets better. I promise you!
I pointed to my love machine, the '79 Ford Pinto (Rallye Edition) I had parked in front of her house, and gave her what I've dubbed "the wink." The wink, by the way, is a secret I've learned from years of excruciating and secret examination of the female psyche - often through their bedroom windows. What I do is close one eye while the other one is open. Then I turn my thumb and pointer finger into a "gun" and make two clicking noises. I have no doubt in my mind that Sharia was drooling over me as I did this.
After handing her the flower wrapped carton of Marlboro's and the six-pack of Natural Light, I stuck my arm out and beckoned for her to latch on so that I might escort her to my fabulous love machine. Sharia seemed hesitant at first. I could tell she was thinking over in her mind that the guy standing in front of her wearing flip-flops, white knee-high socks, a white t-shirt, and swimming trunks was the guy she knew she'd marry. I'm sure she thought of nothing but a guy just like me when she was a little girl. Finally, after quite some time, she grabbed a hold of my arm and I led her to my '79 Pinto.
I was going to open the door for her but the passenger side door hasn't opened since 1986 when the gas tank exploded and welded it shut. But, I'd thought about that ahead of time and opened the driver's side door for her and told her she could "scuttle" over the driver's seat and the shifter into the passenger seat. I also made sure I reminded her to watch her skirt on one of the springs poking up from the seat cushion. Sharia looked shocked at my chivalry. That's the only way I can interpret the look on her face.
I decided to drive to dinner kind of slowly. I did this for a number of reasons. For one, I wanted to take time to fully talk to her and get to know her. This was our first date, after all! The second reason is because this was the first time I'd had an actual woman in my car since that one girl who lied about her age when I picked her up outside the junior high school. The third, of course, was because my Pinto can only make it to about 40 MPH before it stalls out and I didn't want that to happen on our first date.
When we finally arrived at McDonald's the place was packed. I knew I should have made reservations but due to our slow drive, we got there right in the middle of the dinner rush. Once the waiter behind the counter asked me what I wanted, I made sure to order for both me and my girl, Sharia. Four Big Macs, three large fries, and six milkshakes later we were sitting at our table making nice talk. Well, actually, I was doing all the talking. She sat there with the look of love in her eyes. I talked about all kinds of things: How much I enjoyed watching her when she thought no one was looking, how I loved that dress she bought the previous week at Macy's and how the alarm code to her house reminded me of my Mom's telephone number. Sharia could tell I'd done my homework and she must have been head-over-heels in love with me at this point.
By the time dinner was over, I decided to take her to a movie but she didn't seem interested. At this point, all she could talk about was going home. I can take a hint. I knew what she was getting at and I knew that once we got back to her house Sharia was going to show me the path to heaven. I was so relieved that she was willing to go through with it too. The last thing I wanted to use was that duct tape and rope I had brought along just in case.
When we finally made it back to Sharia's house she rolled down the window of the Pinto and with one swift motion managed to almost jump out of it. I love a girl who likes to have fun. Then she ran to the front door of her house and slammed it shut like she was playing "hard to get." I tried every doorway and window that night just knowing Sharia had left a secret entrance to her house available to me. I didn't find it and that's what I'm trying to explain to the police at this very moment. And that, folks, is why Sharia is upsetting me.
Sharia is upsetting me because she never wrote to me in prison after our date the other night. I could have sworn I did everything right. After our fabulous dinner at McDonald's and a drive past the movie theater, you'd have thought Sharia would be swooning over me. But, it gets even worse. The initial details alone are probably enough to make any woman jealous, but wait until you hear what else I did on our date.
I had it all planned out. I was going to pick Sharia up at 7:00 on the dot. She sounded like a Marlboro woman to me; I picked up a carton of them and had them specially gift-wrapped from the local tobacco shop. Wrapped around it, I had a dozen flowers I picked fresh from the front of my trailer park. You know the little yellow ones that look so nice in the spring? I figured Sharia would really dig that. I also presented her with six aluminum cans filled to the brim with what I thought a classy lady of her sort would love - Natural Light. At this point, I know you ladies are jealous of Sharia for having found such a wonderful man but it gets better. I promise you!
I pointed to my love machine, the '79 Ford Pinto (Rallye Edition) I had parked in front of her house, and gave her what I've dubbed "the wink." The wink, by the way, is a secret I've learned from years of excruciating and secret examination of the female psyche - often through their bedroom windows. What I do is close one eye while the other one is open. Then I turn my thumb and pointer finger into a "gun" and make two clicking noises. I have no doubt in my mind that Sharia was drooling over me as I did this.
After handing her the flower wrapped carton of Marlboro's and the six-pack of Natural Light, I stuck my arm out and beckoned for her to latch on so that I might escort her to my fabulous love machine. Sharia seemed hesitant at first. I could tell she was thinking over in her mind that the guy standing in front of her wearing flip-flops, white knee-high socks, a white t-shirt, and swimming trunks was the guy she knew she'd marry. I'm sure she thought of nothing but a guy just like me when she was a little girl. Finally, after quite some time, she grabbed a hold of my arm and I led her to my '79 Pinto.
I was going to open the door for her but the passenger side door hasn't opened since 1986 when the gas tank exploded and welded it shut. But, I'd thought about that ahead of time and opened the driver's side door for her and told her she could "scuttle" over the driver's seat and the shifter into the passenger seat. I also made sure I reminded her to watch her skirt on one of the springs poking up from the seat cushion. Sharia looked shocked at my chivalry. That's the only way I can interpret the look on her face.
I decided to drive to dinner kind of slowly. I did this for a number of reasons. For one, I wanted to take time to fully talk to her and get to know her. This was our first date, after all! The second reason is because this was the first time I'd had an actual woman in my car since that one girl who lied about her age when I picked her up outside the junior high school. The third, of course, was because my Pinto can only make it to about 40 MPH before it stalls out and I didn't want that to happen on our first date.
When we finally arrived at McDonald's the place was packed. I knew I should have made reservations but due to our slow drive, we got there right in the middle of the dinner rush. Once the waiter behind the counter asked me what I wanted, I made sure to order for both me and my girl, Sharia. Four Big Macs, three large fries, and six milkshakes later we were sitting at our table making nice talk. Well, actually, I was doing all the talking. She sat there with the look of love in her eyes. I talked about all kinds of things: How much I enjoyed watching her when she thought no one was looking, how I loved that dress she bought the previous week at Macy's and how the alarm code to her house reminded me of my Mom's telephone number. Sharia could tell I'd done my homework and she must have been head-over-heels in love with me at this point.
By the time dinner was over, I decided to take her to a movie but she didn't seem interested. At this point, all she could talk about was going home. I can take a hint. I knew what she was getting at and I knew that once we got back to her house Sharia was going to show me the path to heaven. I was so relieved that she was willing to go through with it too. The last thing I wanted to use was that duct tape and rope I had brought along just in case.
When we finally made it back to Sharia's house she rolled down the window of the Pinto and with one swift motion managed to almost jump out of it. I love a girl who likes to have fun. Then she ran to the front door of her house and slammed it shut like she was playing "hard to get." I tried every doorway and window that night just knowing Sharia had left a secret entrance to her house available to me. I didn't find it and that's what I'm trying to explain to the police at this very moment. And that, folks, is why Sharia is upsetting me.
Gee thanks! I missed that episode..
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