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Action Alert: Administrative Abuse in Sainte-Anne-des-Plaines, Quebec (SHU)

Perpetual Solitary Confinement & Administrative Misconduct in Special Handling Unit (Sainte-Anne-des-Plaines,Quebec)

Five years since their arrest Fahim Ahmad, Momin Khawaja, Said Namouh, Shareef Abdelhaleem and Zakaria Amara still suffer discriminatory and unwarranted penalization in the custody of the Correctional Service of Canada.

Denied the basic human privileges afforded to all inmates, continued harassment and antagonisation by prison staff, and ongoing punishment without provocation are undeniable indications that this abuse is religiously and racially motivated.  Read the rest of this entry »

 
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Fahim Ahmad: ‘Izzah

 
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Fahim Ahmad: For my daughter, Sumayyah (My Little Butterfly)

 
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Posted by on September 30, 2011 in Sketches

 

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Cheryfa Jamal: Her & Her Family, Victims of Canadian ‘War on Terror’

On the third and second of June, 2006, Royal Canadian Mounted Police and the Canadian Security Intelligence Service carried out a series of brutal raids in eastern Canada arresting 17 people, five of whom are teenagers, in what was pitched and swallowed by the media as a Canada’s “home grown” Islamic terrorist cell.  Quickly dubbed the “Toronto Seventeen”, authorities alleged that this group of “Muslim extremists” were planning to blow up Canada’s Parliament, the CSIS’s headquarters, the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation and even planned to storm the Canadian parliament and behead Prime Minister Stephen Harper and that by only a stroke of luck, Canada’s security apparatus was able to foil the so-called plot.

The long and the short of the government’s case against Qayyum Jamal, Steven Chand, Shareef Abdelhaleem, Yasim Mohamed, Jahmaal James, Mohammed Dirie, Fahim Ahmad, Asad Ansari, Ahmad Ghany, Zakaria Amara, Amin Durrani, Saad Khalid and five other young offenders who can not be named was, at the time, said to be based on the allegation that Zakaria Amara, age 20, had allegedly ordered three metric tons of ammonium nitrate fertilizer to be used to manufacture a bomb capable of carrying out an attack on the scale of the Oklahoma bombing.

From the start, it read like a page out of RCMP Special Forces handbook presented by Canada’s leak-dripping Canadian Security Intelligence Service (CSIS).  But soon after, the story quickly changed when it was learned that the RCMP used an informant to carry out a “sting” operation and had replaced the real ammonium nitrate fertilizer with “a harmless substance”  No ammonium nitrate, no crime right?  Not so. Regardless of the brutality of the raids, the discrimination and racism, the guilty-before-trial press made hay, the Canadian government is proceeding with the case and for the most part, Canadians breathed easier knowing that the authorities had thwarted an “Al-Qaeda styled” attack just in the nick of time. Read the rest of this entry »

 
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Posted by on August 4, 2011 in Collateral Damage

 

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Fahim Ahmad: August 18, 2009 (The Fable of the Butterfly and the Snail)

Day 1097

All upstarts, insolent in place,
Remind us of their vulgar race.
As, in the sunshine of the morn,
A butterfly (but newly born)
Sat proudly perking on a rose;
With pert conceit his bosom glows;
His wings (all-glorious to behold)
Bedropp’d with azure, jet, and gold,
Wide he displays; the spangled dew
Reflects his eyes, and various hue.
His now forgotten friend, a snail,
Beneath his house, with slimy trail
Crawls o’er the grass; whom when he spies,
In wrath he to the gard’ner cries:
‘What means you peasant’s daily toil,
From chocking weeds to rid the soil?
Why wake you to the morning’s care,
Why with new arts correct the year,
Why glows the peach with crimson hue,
And why the plum’s inviting blue;
Were they to feast his taste design’d,
That vermin of voracious kind?
Crush then the slow, the pilf’ring race:
So purge thy garden from disgrace.’
‘What arrogance!’ the snail replied;
‘How insolent in upstart pride!
Hadst thou not thus with insult vain,
Provoked my patience to complain,
I had concealed thy meaner birth,
Nor traced thee to the scum of the earth.
For scarce nine suns have waked the hours,
To swell the fruit and paint the flow’rs,
Since I thy humble life surveyed,
In base, in sordid guise arrayed;
A hideous insect, vile, unclean,
You dragged a slow and noisome train;
And from your spider-bowels drew
Foul film, and spun the dirty clew.
I own my hunble life, good friend;
Snail I was born and Snail i shall end.
And whats a butterfly? at best,
He’s but a catterpillar, dress’d;
And all thy race (a numerous seed)
Shall prove to be of caterpillar breed.’

- John Gay (1688 – 1732)

I just read this poem from a collection of 18th Century poetry.
I love the end where the snail just rips the human race apart.
what’s a butterfly at best, he’s but a catterpillar, dressed.
aren’t we are all like that…born humble, naked, hungry, and alone…
by the time we die, we are clothed in the most expensive of garments,
fed the most ‘exquisite’ of meals, our life is about impressing everyone but the
one we are returning to, and our ego has gone up to such a degree, everyone of us thinks he’s a king walking the earth with a right to rule given from birth.
No one remembers that we are going back just as we entered, crying, hungry, naked (except for the few hours the white shround will last), and subdued!

Fahim Ahmad

 
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Posted by on August 18, 2009 in Letters from Fahim Ahmad, Risala

 

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Fahim Ahmad: July 9, 2009 (Jum’a)

JUM’A Day 1057

Asalam alaikum wa rahmatullah…

In the Name of Allâh, the Most Beneficent, the Most Merciful

“hey C O, you ever seen anyone have an anxiety attack?”, “yea…why, you stressed?”, “well, its beyond stress, but yea…I feel like one might be coming up right about now.” “no, you don’t like your having one…guys usually go all hyperventilate, sweat heavy, and kinda freak out.” … “well, I’m O for 3 on those…so I guess I’m not having an anxiety attack…but yea, just…feel really uneasy…cant do anything all day, cant concentrate on anything…donno what to tell ya…but yea…ah well.” (step away from the door, CO goes back to his desk).

So I guess I’m not having an anxiety attack, though I thought I was. Its been building up gradually for a while I guess. We’ve been going to court for the past few weeks for some motions. We just finished the ‘religious and ideological’ motion. They basically want to use books/media supposedly seized from our residents against us in trial. We were arguing that selecting parts and cutting and pasting portions of materials is prejudicial and biased, therefore inadmissible. I don’t care much for all of this, my trust is in ALLAH for relief not in any person nor system, as at the end of the day, it is only by the will of ALLAH that all these lawyers and judges and all of us are even breathing. That being said, sitting there for 6hrs a day listening to arguments I can tell you, our lawyers killed it, as far as arguments go. If this was based on fair process, due rights, and justice, the ruling that should be made is apparent, although, like every other motion, I’m sure this will be denied as well. Anyways, I hate going to court, waking up at 5:30, coming back at 8, the whole process of going here to get changed into court clothes, the transport van, sitting in that room from 7:30 – 10, waiting for court to start, sitting in court, looking at this puppet show all around you as if there’s some sort of justice to be expected from all this…then again the transport van, hour and a half ride…changing again into jail clothes, the waits at each section, and then finally back to the cell 14hrs after leaving it. Doing that every day… it takes a real toll on a person. It wasn’t so bad before, but on Monday, things got really bad.  Read the rest of this entry »

 
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Posted by on July 9, 2009 in Letters from Fahim Ahmad, Risala

 

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Fahim Ahmad: April 3, 2009 (HE Who Causes the Seed & Fruit to Sprout)

Day 1028

Asalam alaikum wa rahmatullah…
In the Name of Allâh, the Most Beneficent, the Most Merciful

I’ve been thinking about this verse for a while, and the more I think about it, the more amazed I get at the greatness of ALLAH azza wa jall. We’ve all read this many times in the past, and come across it in tafsirs, but, we don’t really sit and ponder about it often enough. ALLAH azza wa jall says HE is:

فَالِقُ الْحَبِّ وَالنَّوَى

“HE, who causes the seed grain and fruit stone to split and sprout”.
(Surah An’am)

Look at the quality HE describes for Himself, the one who causes the seed to sprout. Imagine someone engineers a way to grow a rose plant, so he makes the seed, makes some machines to get the plant rise out of the ground, for it to grow leaves, for it to even grow the rose-bud. If he cant get that rose-bud to sprout and actually become a rose, the entire experiment and all that time and effort have been for nothing. ALLAH azza wa jall, the best of creators, the one who shapes and the one who gives form, only HE can have the quality and attribute to not only start something from nothing but to complete it in the most perfect manner. Who would have thought that a tiny little seed would lead to a tree, that would lead to the branch, that would hold the fruit, that would in turn hold another seed, exactly like the one that started the whole process!

To realize the importance of this quality of ALLAH azza wa jall, to cause the final stage of growth and perfect it, imagine a mango that stopped growing once it starts to take shape in the branch. Every mango would be small, hard, green, and bitter. No one would eat it. Every ‘red-delicious’ apple would now be known as ‘green-bitter’. No fruit would be edible, no grain of any use, since without the last stage they would be non-existent. If you think world hunger is high now, imagine a world without bread.

Were it not for the perfection in the final stages of creation, imagine a baby that only developed until the last stage, and we know that the last stage of development in the womb is of the most essential, where if even one thing goes wrong, the defects will be life-long. Now imagine if the baby didn’t develop beyond the second-last stage. No baby would be born, all life-forms would be wiped out. Imagine if HE developed us perfectly with everything, and created our hands and even fingers, but didn’t finish it off with our fingernails. Grasping anything would be an impossible task.

In conclusion, only the most perfect creator can start something and end it with perfection, every step of the way. The fact that HE stresses on the final stage of HIS creation is proof of HIS power, majesty, and flawlessness.

سَنُرِيهِمْ ءَايَـتِنَا فِى الاٌّفَاقِ وَفِى أَنفُسِهِمْ حَتَّى يَتَبَيَّنَ لَهُمْ أَنَّهُ الْحَقُّ

“We will show them Our signs in the universe, and in themselves, until it becomes manifest to them that this is the truth” (Fussilat: 53)

These are the signs of ALLAH azza wa jall, HIS greatness, His power, His might! All this, so we may remember, and contemplate, and be thankful…unfortunately… “But most men are unthankful”.

May ALLAH make us of those who remember Him often in gratitude, in repentance, and in praise, whose hearts are alive with His remembrance, whose limbs are busy in His worship, and whose path is filled with His guiding light. Ameen.

 
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Posted by on April 3, 2009 in Letters from Fahim Ahmad, Risala

 

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Fahim Ahmad: April 3, 2009 (Brave Heart!)

Day 1023

Its around 10ish, dead quiet on our range, I think everyone’s knocked out. I was lost in some thoughts and then it hit me! They’re playing Brave Heart on the range beside us! ARGH! That’s just plain cruel! I could hear the theme song a bit. Brave Heart is one my all time favourite movies. A true story… Mel Gibson took his act to another level on that one. Now what would be worst is if tomorrow night they play Troy, my other favourite all time movie. I remember when it came out, it was my post deenin’ days, so I didn’t wanna go to the theatres and watch it, though I’d read the book twice cover to cover in grade 10 for our Greek mythology unit. I got the movie, and watched again and again so many times. For a person who loved the whole Greek mythology as much as I did, the movie was flawless. Achilles was always my favourite hero. Brad Pitt killed it on that one… my favourite quotes: ‘I would never fight him…’, ‘that’s why no one will ever remember your name’. That and at the end when the guy goes ‘if they ever tell my story, tell them I walked amongst giants…’

Ok, enough movie talk… as I said, our range is dead silent, everyone’s knocked out (I think), and I’m getting pretty sick of this spot on the roof, I’ll have to find another favourite spot to stare at.

Till I vent again…Ma’salaaama…

– FREEEDOMMM!!! –

 
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Posted by on April 3, 2009 in Letters from Fahim Ahmad, Risala

 

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Fahim Ahmad: April 3, 2009 (Lights Out)

Day 1018

Okay, so the saying ‘careful what you wish for’ holds true once again. I thought this would be the best couple nights’ sleep I’ve had in…a very long time… turns out, the flashlights on the face every 20mins is a real pain in the rear.

Its 1:30 am and I cant fall asleep. Its plain and simply annoying. Imagine every 20mins some guy has the lights on your face to see if your alive. I DIDN’T KILL MYSELF THE FIRST THOUSAND NIGHTS, WHY WOULD I WANNA TRY TO NOW!

‘Procedures…’

Well, that’s jail…as the saying goes, it doesn’t have to make sense, as long as you can do it. In the mean time, I’ll just lay down, waiting for the next series of beeps, and hope the CO sees my hands waving in the air before he puts the flashlight on my face again…

 
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Posted by on April 3, 2009 in Letters from Fahim Ahmad, Risala

 

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Fahim Ahmad: April 3, 2009 (The Daily Grind)

Asalam alaikum wa rahmatulllah…
In the Name of Allâh, the Most Beneficent, the Most Merciful
Everyone I speak to for the first time from here always has the same question: what do you do all day? So I figure I’ll answer it, and perhaps it might be of benefit to someone, insha’Allah. I’ll keep the routine general, what everyone does, rather than my self specifically.

Prison life is all about routines. Its all about consistency in day to day actions, and sticking with it. Its very easy to get bored, to lose motivation, to slacken and to just give up. That’s what prison is, its designed to do that, its designed to break you. Countless people do break. They just go nuts. I’ve been in ‘segregation’ (isolation) for the entire time, so it’s a little different what I do in comparison to guys in general population ranges. For them, its all about working out, phone time, tv, socializing, more work outs, more tv, and then sleep. People come on the ranges, new personalities, different personalities, some get along, some don’t. there’s a guy, or sometimes, a group of guys that run the range, they basically dictate what goes on and how things are done. If someone messes up, the COs hold them responsible, if things are going good, they get some extra privileges or goodies…and that’s how you get through your time on a range.

Here in the hole, things are a bit different. Wake up time is 9 (as with the entire jail), but our day starts much before that. Fajr is around 6 right now, so we wake up around then, or earlier, whoever wants to pray tahajjud. Stay up till around 7:30, usually just memorizing and reviewing, Dhikr, praying shuruq, etc. I can hear the humming of Qur’an at that time, so I know my neighbours are doing the same. It kinda encourages you to also do ibaada.

Around 7:30 is yard time. Too early for sunlight, we’ve complained numerous times, but, the procedures are that seg units go first, and we start it off. Yard is this big concrete place, the size of a basketball court, with walls that are 5 floor high. There’s a pull up bar, basketball nets but no basketball. Its very important to exercise in here, so you have to take full advantage of yard time. Its around 20mins, so you have to run your laps, do pull ups, stretches, etc. We’re in the middle of downtown so getting ‘fresh air’ wouldn’t really apply. Also, yard isn’t an everyday thing, though it should be. We probably get it 4 times a week at max.

After yard, guys usually start their work out sets. Personally, depending on how much time is left till breakfast, I like to knock out. Daylights (fluorescent light right above the bed), come on at 9, hatches open, breakfast follows. After breakfast is showers, if it’s a shower day, mostly its cool COs, so we get them anyways. The shower is right at the end of the range, that’s when we do our cell clean-ups, etc. There’s 5 cells here, me, Ali, Zakaria, the remaining cells are for people just passing through on misconducts. Usually by lunch time (12:30) showers are all done. So as your waiting to go and if you’re already finished, your probably just working out, or reading, etc…

Starting 11, guys get on the phone, we’ve divided the time slots and everyone uses it for that time. Personally I use it last around 5:30, 6 o clock. Throughout the day, if your not on the phone, your either working out, if it’s a work out day, or your reading, or praying. I know of some brothers that would pray the entire day! In the times they couldn’t (after asr) they would be reciting Qur’an.

Supper comes around 4 o’clock. Way too early, so mostly we just wrap it up under the blanket to keep it warm for later. The bread we put in chips bags to keep them from going hard. Anything else, we just wrap it with toilet paper. I found out the hard way that supper is dinner, and there’s no more meals after 4 o’clock. At home, I always used to eat very late at night, around 11, so the jail routine was very tough to get used to, and I’m still not used to it. I never eat my meal until 9 or 10 at night.

8 o’clock the night-lights come on (a bulb, also on top of the bed), things quiet down. The ranges lock up, the TVs go blasting, and most often than not, someone’s singing. TVs go mute while the singing sessions are going on. The general pop range is right next to ours, so when they are singing etc, we can hear them. Those guys are pretty good. Its frustrating if they are watching a sports game though. If someone does a nice move everyone is banging and screaming, if it’s a close game everyone is all hyped up and yelling. I remember the super-bowl last year with the Giants and the patriots, everyone thought the patriots are going to make history, the only team to go undefeated the entire season. Instead, the under-dog Giants come in and win it. I didn’t know who had won that night, except that IT WAS LOUD! Every range in jail was banging endlessly for so long. When your lying down on your bed, lost in your thoughts, and all of a sudden everyone is yelling and screaming, it can get really annoying real fast!

For us, after Isha, the day’s done. Depending on how they’re feeling, some guys either knock out, or read, or like myself, most often, stare at the roof for long hours, lost in thoughts and memories. If it’s a cool CO, he/she would usually call me up to my window, ask how the day was, talk for a bit. Sometimes we get into long discussions on a variety of topics, politics, religion, sports, food…etc… things are mellowed down for COs as well at night time, they come around every 20mins, everything’s locked up, so really, other than doing their rounds, they don’t have anything else to do except sit at their desk and read.

That’s the daily grind. The only exception is if it’s a lock-down, then we don’t get yard, showers, phones, or anything else. You just sit in your cell for 3, 4 days with nothing to do. Those are the hardest and longest days. All motivation is gone, and guys are mostly depressed. Its pretty frustrating also because in seg, we’re on ‘lock-down’ at all times anyways. So when the jail goes on official lock-down, the few privileges we do get (showers, phones), we end up losing them as well. At least on the ranges they have the TVs playing all day, and once again, it doesn’t help to hear the noise, the banging and screaming while your sitting there staring at your favorite spot on the roof.

Something to always keep in mind is never stopping the routines. Some nawafil prayers that you do at the certain time of the day, you always have to keep doing them. At the exact same time, every day. The dhikrs, same thing. Memorizing Qur’an, same thing, memorize a specified portion every day, review a certain portion every day. Fill your entire day with specified things to do at the specified times, leaving no time to think or get bored. It might sound weird, but before you know it, you get so caught up in your routines; you’re too busy for anything else. It gets you past your days, you feel like you accomplished something, and you don’t feel as bad for being in here. The fact is, you will never get time to read, pray, make Dhikr, memorize, or contemplate like you will in jail. For some people, its hard to fast outside, but in jail I don’t think anyone can have any excuse. The food isn’t exactly fitnah… even on its best days it doesn’t measure to home…

As they say in Shawshank, ‘get busy living or get busy dying’. Gotta make the most of it and make sure you leave this place with something on your scales…

سَابِقُواْ إِلَى مَغْفِرَةٍ مِّن رَّبِّكُمْ وَجَنَّةٍ عَرْضُهَا كَعَرْضِ السَّمَآءِ وَالاٌّرْضِ

“Race with one another in hastening towards forgiveness from your Lord, and Paradise the width whereof is as the width of the heaven and the Earth.”
(57:21)

 
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Posted by on April 3, 2009 in Letters from Fahim Ahmad, Risala

 

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