Muflehun Presents at UN Conference on Human Rights of Victims of Terrorism

Muflehun Presents at UN Conference on Human Rights of Victims of Terrorism

HK-talk1Muflehun spoke on Feb 11 on the role on the role of victims and survivors of terrorism in Preventing and Countering Violent Extremism (PVE & CVE) at the UN Conference on the Human Rights of Victims of Terrorism organized by the United Nations Counter-Terrorism Centre (UNCCT) and the United Nations Counter-terrorism Implementation Taskforce (CTITF) Working Group on Supporting and Highlighting Victims of Terrorism.

Executive Director Humera Khan highlighted the potential roles of victims in PVE and CVE beyond counter-narratives and the need to protect their rights without instrumentalizing them.

The conference gathered experts from civil society, academia, regional and international organisations, to focus on how States can strengthen their national legislation, procedures and practices, based on the report on the “Framework Principles for Securing the Human rights of Victim of Terrorism” (A/HRC/20/14) by the Special Rapporteur on the promotion and protection of human rights and fundamental freedoms while countering terrorism.

Video archive is available from UN WebTV  and starts at 2:03:26.

Global Survivors Network Response to OBL death

Above all else, let’s make this a time of remembrance for those who have suffered at the hands of Al-Qaeda and its supporters.  Let us continue to speak truth to terror so that what happened to us, never happens again.”

Over the past few days, the world media has heavily covered the story of the death of Osama bin Laden, including the response of victims and survivors of various attacks.  While the event brought relief for some and closure for others, all those who are actively working towards countering violent extremism repeatedly remind us that the work is not done yet; the al-Qaeda network is not dead, and whereas Osama bin laden was the leader of Al-Qaeda central, the threats we face are not just from him. His followers, affiliates, partners, supporters, funders and people inspired by him are still determined to attack innocent civilians.

Several members of the GSN have been featured in the press and some of their responses are included below. More press coverage can be seen here.

Carie Lemack states:”Its not a day of celebration for me and my family;, its a day of remembrance. At the end of the day I’d like to focus on my mom and the nearly 3,000 others who were killed on September 11th and the thousands of others who’ve been killed at the hands of Al-Qaeda.  Their message and their story is one of hope and love and peace and that’s so much more powerful than Bin Laden’s message of hatred and violence.”

Ashraf Khaled states: “Our efforts must continue until we see a real end to this; it doesn’t depend on one person; they are a movement and they have a lot of followers. We have to fight this to the end.”

9/11 Family Statement on Osama bin Laden Death

Statement by Carie Lemack, founder of the Global Survivors Network on the death of Osama bin Laden, on May 1, 2011.

"While we are still in shock and need time to digest the news that we have waited far too long to hear, my family can only express relief that the man who murdered my mother, Judy Larocque and thousands others can no longer harm another living soul.  We hope that the attention of the news media is on those whose lives he took and to whom he caused immeasurable pain, and not on him, as he is not worthy of the airtime. "

Survivors Series: They Came And Asked…

Survivors Series: They Came And Asked…

This video was recently released by the Global Survivors Network.


Tahir Malik from Jenile Brooks, Global Survivors on Vimeo.

they came and asked
can you
take the time to
give voice to your feelings
and tell us on video
what is happening to you
since the day
you lost her
to an insane bomber?
for you perhaps
this is a matter
to talk about and tell
and glamorize death
but for those of the likes of us
these are real and intense
realities of life.
but tell i must
for no other way
have i to
make sure that
her passing away
does not become a mere event
another statistic for 2009
not one of the 3021 “killed”
neither one of the “48% rise.”
but one living, breathing,
laughing, happy, human being
taken from us cruelly
brutally, callously
on october fifth of that year.
and i sat and looked the camera
in the lens and spoke
my heart out for the world to see
suffering, torment, stammering
up close and personal like it can be.
and now it is done
the video made and released
seen by many
and commented on by some
gone around in cyberspace
each comment
bringing back
the pain and the angst
but with it the feeling
that perhaps
it was not in vain
and talking was a two way thing
venting feelings and making aware
people knowing how it is
giving voice to the thousands
whose feeling are pent up
deep in their bosoms and hearts
the will of a God of love
supreme and unequivocal
but not understood.

by Tahir Wadood Malik

Survivors Series: Reality

Survivors Series: Reality

In the world of sound bites that focus on terrorists, the voice of the victims and the survivors left behind is seldom heard.

Gul Rukh Tahir was the first victim of the October 05, 2009 suicide bombing in the United Nations World Food Program country office, Islamabad, Pakistan. This piece has been written by Tahir Wadood Malik her widower on May 9, 2010. Reprinted by permission of the author.


the call called me out
and i ran.
a scene of chaos
before me i saw
no one familiar
no one known
pell-mell running feet
stopping all from going in.

a hand held my arm
i looked at a face
worn and sad
she is taken from here
to the medical centre
or the hospital
hurry sir
he said.

i turned and ran
the medical centre was near,
first there i thought
and walked briskly
a voice called out
i turned
the medical centre sir
she is taken there.

a hop and i was there
running to the steps up
when another voice called
sir here
turning i saw him pointing
he came close and said
be strong sir
and turned his face.

down the slope i went,
entering a small room,
packed full with people
smelling of antiseptic,
gurneys covered in white sheets
a doctor looked at me
i took your name.

she looked at me
sad and sorry
pointing to the nearest
white sheet, she walked to it.
i stood as if riveted to the floor
is she gone i asked
she nodded,
and held the corner of the sheet.

leaden feet one after the other
just three steps
to see your face
drained of life’s color
the smile gone
nothing to give me hope.
just an endless dark tunnel,
with no light at the end.

you had left the world
you had left me, who you said
was your world,
i was left
without a thought
without any idea of next.
looking at your white face
closed eyes, look at me i said.

did you smile?
did you know i was standing there?
did you feel the tear
that fell on your cheek?
did you feel my hand on your face?
could you feel my willing you to wake?
or was it all cold, all dark,
and finished for you?

i stood there,
suddenly tired and racked with sobs
no one to hold me
no one to console me
no one to say hush
all alone.
not even you to say i am here.
together we will overcome.

and then the haze
people coming and going
a leg lay on the table next to you
supposedly of the bomber
people came and looked at it
no one bothered about us
but that leg was it for all then.
and i was frozen in pain, anger and angst.

ambulance ride
people gathering
intruding in my feelings
despair, grief, anger,
and a loss infinite.

more people,
waiting for the inevitable
more and more
but where in all this are you?
lying cold and unconcerned in a bed
draped in a white coffin

i looked at you
wanting you to smile
wanting you to open your eyes
wishing for the noise of the wails
beating chests and prayers
to wake you
from the depth of death.

but your face
serene, calm
without worries at last
fresh like the morning dew
not even lines of any hue
eyes closed,
even the white cloth,
pale against your skin.

and they came also
who had not come before
all standing
some silent
some crying
all sad
all lost
no words no actions enough.

and then it was time
picking you up
one on each of the four posts
reciting the oneness of god
who had taken you from me
so cruelly,
still being exalted and called to succor,
knowing i had but to suffer.

and then the prayers,
and a ride to the last resting place
a pit dark and dreary
i shuddered
you would hold my arm
even to step a step up
and this was so much down!
how could i hold you now?

and it was all over
dust to dust
consoling words
a dirge
another prayer
how could i leave you?

but i did leave you
in a pit covered with fresh dug soil
put on there with my own hands
my prayers mixed with the rest
a feel of death, a pain, a void,
in my heart
where you lived.

and food was served
people forgot death
food, the source of life
for the living was being taken
no one bothered to say
the food was important
my loss was reality and not.

and then they left
leaving me to my self
my thoughts
my feelings
my emptiness
my fight with my god
my forlornness
and my grief

and good too that was
for there was too much
going on in me

and the night passed
just as you had passed from this
to another world
just as i had passed
from a happy man
to a sad being
wondering why
this had come to pass?

but then life reared its head
wanting to extract its pound of flesh
not wanting to wait for the next
but wanting me not to rest
and i shrugged
and i looked
and i picked up the shackles of life
and i went to put my shoulder to the plough.

Killing in the Name

Killing in the Name

(from Global Survivors Network)

Ashraf was celebrating the happiest day of his life when an Al-Qaeda suicide bomber walked into his wedding and killed his father and 26 other family members in front of his eyes. Now, he’s rising from tragedy to break the silence in the Muslim community on the taboo subject of terrorism. From a recruiter for Al-Qaeda, to an Islamic militant behind one of the world’s worst terrorist attacks, to a madrassa filled with young boys ready to fulfill the duty of jihad, Ashraf takes us on a harrowing journey around the world to see if one man can speak truth to terror, and begin to turn the global tide.

Producers: Jed Rothstein, Liz Garbus, Rory Kennedy
Executive Producer: Carie Lemack
Moxie Firecracker Films
39 min. USA/Indonesia/Jordan