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The Stoning of Soraya M

Every nasty thing Hollywood says about Christians is true of Muslims. The Handmaid’s Tale is a farce, because in reality, it’s not Christians brutally subjugating women – it’s Muslims.

This is the story of an Iranian woman, Soraya, who was married to a useless, lazy, lying sack of shit named Ghorban Ali, a petty thief and crook, condemned to death over something she did not do, all because her husband wanted to divorce her without any repercussions. Soraya was a woman beyond reproach. Her wretched husband conspired with another crook-cum-mullah and the town’s mayor to frame his wife for adultery so that he could be “rid” of her and marry some fourteen year old girl he met in town.

This happened in 1986, not too long after the Islamic Revolution, and while women in rural areas didn’t really enjoy the kind of freedom and autonomy we take for granted, it wasn’t as bad as it became once the shah and his regime were swept out of power.

This is the story of how Ghorban Ali and his buddies framed his wife, Soraya, and the result of that despicable act:  her brutal execution by stoning.

It is written by Freidoune Sahebjam, a French-Iranian journalist based in France (he passed away in 2008), and is very short. I, of course, read the English translation by Richard Seaver. It’s pretty matter-of-fact, but still compelling – some people have mistaken this for a novel. No, it’s not a novel – it really happened, and sadly, stonings still happen to this day.

This book was adapted into a screenplay and made into a movie, also called The Stoning of Soraya M. I saw the movie a few years ago, and it was rough to watch, to say the least. I cried like a baby. I did cry a little bit once I finished this book, and if it hadn’t been for the fact that I had already watched the movie and knew what happened, I probably would have cried like a baby.

This happened only thirty-something years ago. Women are still being unjustly killed even to this day, for totally unfair things such as holding hands with a guy or wanting to learn to read or simply wanting to go outside without covering their heads, and yet feminists here in the West whine and cry about stupid shit, like the so-called “pink tax” or “slut shaming.”

Oh, about “slut shaming” – this book contained REAL slut shaming, even though Soraya wasn’t even close to being guilty of trying to sleep with the widower she was roped into helping out. Considering how badly her husband treated her, who could really blame her for wanting to seek solace in the arms of a man less loathsome than her husband? Or to just at least spend time in the presence of a man who treated her like a human being? The people in her village were absolutely thirsty for her blood, all because three people claimed she was guilty of adultery. And they killed her for it. They didn’t just call her a slut behind her back (they called her a slut to her face right before they murdered her). They didn’t just spread nasty rumors about her around the village or to other villages. People didn’t stop being her friends or any of the other stupid petty shit that feminists whine and cry about today.

They killed her in the most brutal of manner, and even roped her father and her own sons into helping.

That’s a real patriarchy. That’s real oppression.

What’s even more horrifying is that Western Europe and North America are hell-bent into importing this horror here, to live among us. Twenty or thirty years from now, our granddaughters may very well be stoned to death on some disgruntled man baby’s word.

The blurb for this book contains the following as its final line: “It is a story that must be told.”

I agree. It must be told, no matter how much the left might hate it. Our freedoms are slowly slipping away, and if we don’t stop it, this thirty year old story may be our future.