His name is Muzzammil Hassan
0. His name is Muzzammil Syed Hassan
1. Hassan is muslim.
2. He came to the United States from Pakistan at age 17
3. He graduated magna cum laude at the University of Rochester in 1996
4. Hassan was served with divorce papers. (this would have been his third divorce)
5. A week later his wife’s body was stabbed and decapitated 2/12/2010.
6. He walks into a police station and tells officers his wife “Aasiya Zubair” was dead. (at 6:30 pm the same day)
7. Hassan was arrested, after he led the police to her body from the police station.
8. This horrible event is going to be repeated, more and more often as Feminists marry and then piss off muslim men.
Here’s a poem I wrote for the deceased (she was born within a few months of me). I don’t like it very much but it is apropos:
______
You could have been my little sister
We could have collected feathers and speculated
As to what sort of bird had produced them
Classmates?
You could have told me where to put the dollar signs in the little spreadsheet formulae
It was to you I should have gasped
“Oh, is that all? It’s so simple!”
A little table with accurate numbers
Or little drop-down menus that worked
A monument to classmatehood
You could have been my next-door neighbor
I wonder where she is from
Looks Middle Eastern?
Oh, but that is too vague.
If I ask her where she is from
And she tells me
I will know something about her
And she about me
I know little of your country
I don’t know the answer to most important question:
In your country, who protects the women who are suddenly all alone?
In this country, when you marry someone
And he turns out to be a wife-beater
(There’s a shirt called that here. Forgive us our strangeness!)
And it turns out he harbors enough hatred to fill a bay
Or if he loves only himself
And cares about nothing except broadcasting his greatness to the gullible world
Your girlfriends will ALL tell you to show HIM the DOOR
They’ll tell you about something we call DIVORCE
They’ll tell you all about something we call STARTING OVER IN THE DATING WORLD
I know little of my country
I don’t know the answer to most important question:
In my country, who protects the women who are suddenly all alone?
nice poem.. I wear “wife-beaters”.
I think that women need a shirt called a “Golddigger”
Yet Adam and Eve were naked, til they decided to sew items of Flora together…
then God pissed of PETA, by killing animals and using their skins to make real clothing.
I wonder who had it best… Us or A&E.