Tuesday, June 29, 2010

The Kashmiri Wedding Food | Wazwan Special

I was so wishing to write on this topic, but then I realised that the wheel had already been invented by Asma Yasrib on her blog 3 years back, copy pasting the wonderful collection of images here, something which I am truly jealous of:

Kashmiri weddings are big affairs. Starting from the match making process to the so called Thap-Trawin (Engagement) to the actual ‘function’ which lasts for many days.

Our culture expects a lot of stuff from us, there are sending of gifts, and then more gifts, gifts to relatives, and to the the families where our youngsters have married into. It requires a lot of concentration of the part of the Yezman (Dad), and the Yezmanbai (Mom).
Then there is singing and the tumbakhnaer, and lots of Kashmiri Wedding Songs to be sung.

And of course there is food food and lots of fatty food.

Wazwan as such can be considered the Kashmiri Cuisine, the grand one, fit for kings. Here are some back stage pictures to such a delightful meal:

This picture below shows the traditional way to store the spices, like chilli, turmeric and cloves:

The waza (chef) is preparing some lamb meat here:

Zaamdod! (Curd to eat your food with)

Red hot chillies being softened…

To make the meat balls, the meat needs to be beatun up and then cooked:

and while you wait for food to get ready why not nibble at these:

Khin-e-Mot , Tape-Tot | Picture

Monday, June 28, 2010

My Interview on Kashmir Life Weekly | Studying in Malaysia

I cant help it. I was at this marriage party thing, waiting to be served lunch. It was already late, 4 O clock counts as late for me.

I got a call, picked up, and then I was really suprised. Did they have the correct number.

The next thing I know is this: http://www.kashmirlife.net/index.php?option=com_content&view=category&layout=blog&id=24&Itemid=158


Friday, June 25, 2010

The aroma of the wonderful Seekh-e-Tuj

I am visiting Kashmir, and that means a lot of visits by relatives and friends, brining all sorts of resources into the house, which may include Rani juice cans (naya fashion hai kuch yahan). Well, that is the summary of the first day. The next day, I spent whole of my time at home, reading books in my room, partially because my mother didnt allow me to go out of my home, thus creating  an imaginary curfew inside my own home.

She has her reasons, obviouslly. I cant go out with the other youth and participate in all the rallies, and the walks, and the stone pelting. My mom thinks I am too precious and too sensitive for all that stuff. Well, little does she know that I play counter strike as ruthlessly as possible. But thats computers, and thats where I belong. So I dont complain much.

Finally, yesterday, all appeared normal. People said the cars were moving, and so were the buses, and that all the shops were open, children were walking, and the tuitions centres were running full house. I saw an opportunity, it was a good news for me.

I hastily took off, reached the most famous eating place in Sringar, near the famous Khyber Heart Center. Yes, Khayam; filled with the lovely appetizing aroma of the grand and majestic Seekh-e-Tuj- Golden Roasted Yummy Delicious Babecued Pieces of Tongue Pleasing Meat Blobs, with a chutney that I am not allowed to eat. Eiishhh.. I went to the most famous shop, easily recognizable by an old man, with a white beard, and a topi (cap), turning the meat-round and round.

Unfortunately my meal proved to be too costly for my liking. Selling at 50 bucks a seekh is not what I call a good buy, having taken two of the tastebud-twicklers; but then I forgot all about it, as my teeth bit into the delicious roasted lamb meat, and my tongue licked the leftovers on my finger.

I went back happy and contented, calculating the cups of coffee I would have gulped down in that amount, and a memory I will never forget. Seekh-e-Tujh anyone.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Call Of Duty | When to kill and when not to | Joke

Thanks to a dear friend from facebook 

FaithFreedom.org Forum | Ali Sina |

I visited their page recently, found same stuff everywhere. Full of lies, and mis referenced articles, misquotation of the Quran everywhere, and the challenge still there. I wish I had more time to study about Islam, and give the guy a nice challenge. But they are stubborn people, liars. Even if they got a mighty reply, they wont publish it, and they wont take the site down. Their economy runs on Muslims visiting that site, and posting replies. My advice, forget about faithfreedom.com, lets give them an economic recession ! Lets stop giving their ads a chance to click!

Ali Sina, full of sin!

Oh and I found this picture somewhere, gives me a reason to smile. Imagine Ali Sina as the guy on the right (to help you guys cool yourselves)

Monday, June 21, 2010

My first steps in Kashmir | June 20th 2010

Its been one year, roughly 400 days of staying away from my family, from my home, from my inner self. This thought raced through my mind when I was stepping down from the plane at Srinagar Airport. A smile came on my face, I looked down, smelled the air ; still the same smell, looks like nothing has changed. A man behind me took out his phone, and started talking in Kashmiri. One more smile, and a wave of energy and anxiousness floated in my body. I was home, finally! After all the dreaming I had done in the travel, about how my mom would hug me, or how embarrassed I will be, the moment was finally here! After a couple of steps, I would be seeing my parents. I missed them so much! Everyone does. Hostel life is not much of a cake, but home is still where my heart is. Kashmir! I missed you.

Today is the longest day of the year, June 21, and I get to spend all that extra time in my home. How lucky can I get?

But strange as it may seem, I have started to miss Malaysia too. I got too used to the culture, which even though not as deep as Kashmiri culture, but I believe much better, judging based on the level of Islam in peoples heads.

 My internet is working at home. I will try to blog everyday now. Nothing much to do, while staying at home, when other people, other youngsters, are fighting off the Indian Army, I am here to do my part of the battle online.

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Malaysian Airlines | Hospitality with a shoe

This was actually before my last post, when I was still in Malaysia, when I had just entered the grand KLIA, the nicest airport of them all, with soft spoken people, and no strange looking heavily moustached men trying to search for a gun in your bladder. I was a bit late, not late as in freakishly late (which if my mom comes to know about, she will make me Late Qazi Mamoon). I went to the self (automatic) check in machine near Malaysian Airlines counter, put my e-ticket number in, then scanned my passport, only to give the modern wonder a chance to display "Sorry, Your Check-In Could Not Be Done, Please Go To The Counter". Yeah, the old fashioned way is less scarier, you just give them the passport and the ticket and smile, nod at whatever they say, frown when they frown. She looked a bit puzzled too, called her boss twice and blabberred something into the phone piece.

After a minute or so, she came back with my boarding pass, and muttered in a polite voice, "Sir, the plane is full, so we have to put you into Business Class"

OMG, WHAT? WERE MY EARS RINGING? No, that was her phone ringing again, but my ears tuned into another station, Channel Business Class, sleep-and-eat-and-enjoy-class. My moment of happiness was roughly obstructed by her voice, which now seemed tiny and unimportant, "Sir, Please submit you baggage at Counter C"

I moved with my head held high, with my nose tucked in, and a new aroma of luck around me. I moved slowly to the Counter C, wanting to wave my boarding pass at the other losers in Economy.

I put my luggage on the machine, and it read 23 kgs, which is normal for a guy like me. The strange looking gay guy looked at me, head to toe, and questioned me, "Sir, Do you have a jacket?". I said, "Yeah, I do", as I put on my rap style jacket with a hood which could pass for an ancestor to batmans hood. He said, "Can! Are you wearing shoes?"

What? Shoes? No I am not... I dont like shoes.. I was wearing BATA leather slippers. I told I was not. I asked him why?

He replied, "I am sorry sir, you cannot wear slippers inside the business class, it is our policy"
I said," Well, I am not carrying any shoes, so what does that mean? I cant go? Cant you give me a shoe? (lol)"
He replied, " I am sorry sir, I have to demote you to Economy class again".

I had to save my pride, I said, "Ok! Sure, do whatever you want to do, doesnt make any difference for me", while inside I was crying, tears of joy turned into tears of economy class, with cramped seats and crazy Indians asking for Liquor everytime they see a steward..

This was when I was Business Class from Counter E to Counter D, I loved it... :)

Note: Next time, I am wearing shoes, and I will carry a tie, and carry my business card around. Thank You Very Much! Look at my shocked face on the counter, about to be demoted to Economy again.. Shikass!

Difference between India and Malaysia

All this time I was watching people cry over a goal, cry over a loss and die over Christiano Ronaldo. There were Chinese cheering for England, Malay cheering for umm- France, and me eating my dinner withour paying any heed to any of the chaos.

Now, I am at the Delhi Airport! Drinking coffee! With all my luggage on my left, careful not to lose it, or to let any other guy take it when I wasnt looking. I have to stay up all night if I plan to catch tomorrows morning flight, which might explain the coffee shop! and suddenly, like a bolt from the blue, or from the other side of the hall, over 80 people shout is perfect unision and symphony that even Mozart would be jealous of! I was about to fall down of my chair, had it not been for the pretty Japanese people who were sitting nearby! They said something in Chinese ( Japanese yeah yeah!), and smiled at me.. I smiled back! and then the crowd which had grown upto 100 shouted again! In perfect unision!

Chakaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa (Six)

Yea! For my cricket illiterate readers, that means the highest thing you can get when someone hits the ball out of the stadium.. Or maybe India won! Sport Crazy people everywhere.. Why cant I find anyone like me with a geeks shirt and a  laptop with me...

Selamat Datang ke India Mamoon!

Saturday, June 19, 2010

The story of the shark eating a Kashmiri | Joke

A Kashmiri is floating out at sea after a shipwreck. A shark comes along to the Kashmiri but swims off. The guy says"Alai! It's a miracle!" The shark turns and says"It's no miracle. It's because I ate one of you guys last week and my system iis still burning.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Greater Kashmir is was a copy cat, and will remain a copy cat.

Something is wrong, usually I dont blog twice on the same day, and yet I wanted to share this so quickly, that I managed to create a mess, all before some guy from GK reads it and then plans to correct it.

"Greater Kashmir" is the so-called most popular paper in Kashmir, but we can have better. Let me show you what I found in their online junk yard, neatly copy pasted by the geeks they hire.

I was reading this page, usually people dont, but  I do. You can read it too at http://www.greaterkashmir.com/terms.asp

When you visit that page, have a look at what I found in the 6th line of the first paragraph under TERMS:

which may be given by means including, but not limited to, posting on GreaterKashmir.com Interactive, or by electronic or conventional mail, or by any other means by which Subscriber obtains notice thereof.

I wondered, GK Interactive?? When did they start calling themselves that? I removed the GreaterKashmir part, and did a quick but nasty google search, you can look at the search yourself here.

Well, then I found out that they had copied the stuff from http://www.schiebel.net/pages/terms.html
But poor people, they forgot to remove the Interactive thingy which lay in front of "Schiebel", only for me smartypants to have a look...

I know its a small thing to notice, but I am proud that I was the one to again show the copy cats that they are ummm copy cats.

Its not the first time I am writing something aganst GK. I used to write about the billions of ads in the paper and everything else. Mostly out of jealousy, like the time I saw the tag [Citation Needed] on their print edition, which actually proved they copied the stuff from WikiPedia and didnt have the common sense to remove the thing, or maybe even sufficient knowledge in English.

Oh and this is the jealous post I was talking about:

Greater Kashmir's long legs!

That also sums it up for Kashmiri people, lazy !!!

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Kashmir Blog | I am scared to blog

Its all going well so far, Alhamdulillah! I managed to buy a domain name, put up cool new sections to Kashmiri Songs and Islamic Downloads. There are couple of must watch videos on my YouTube Channel. I got the links to previous 12th class papers (Kashmir) which I posted recently here.  I already have four more talented writers submitting their opinions and writeups and as of now, the data shows 21,644 unique page views this year alone, amounting to about 49142 pageviews since I installed the tracking code.My online venture in 2006 looks a success now, contrary to what many people thought as a waste of time when I first started 'Blogging'. I was 17 years old, having passed my 10th class exams, heading out to face the cruel world. Now, some of my articles got published in a local paper KashmirLife, which makes me really happy whenever I think of that. Basically, its going fine, but somewhere deep inside, I know, and I regret putting all those thoughts online. While I may scream and keep shouting for the freedom of speech here, (nicely censored ofcourse ;)), but I know, that in real life, thats not how things are. People are cuffed, their tongues are burnt, their pens are shoved down their throats. People are killed, burnt alive, women are oppressed, children are run over. Its all a land of injustice and tyranny and a great misfortune lays dormant on the fertile soils of the valley. I am really thankful to Allah, for protecting me from all the chaos that is there. Alhamdulillah.

Many asked me about the guy on the left of the header image, people asked me, "Is that Alex Smart?"
Well, smart he is, but not Alex Smart, (who is my alter ego, tq for wondering); he is but a common Kashmiri, a smart common guy from Kashmir.

He is a Muslim, which should explain his beard. His eyes should explain how frightened he is, and all the sorrow inside, after having seen 21 years of blood-shed, and communal hatred running deep in the veins of the city. Finally the cap reflects that Kashmir is damn cold place and that you should fully clothed in here (Listen to that, oh bikini wearing babes..)  Welcome to Kashmir, gentlemen!

Yup here he is, my own Koshur Pinta..
I may start to look like him in a couple of years. But right now I have only one word,


Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Date-Sheet of 11th Term 1 |2010 (Jammu)

This is the datesheet for the coming 11th class Term 1 exams in Jammu.


Sunday, June 13, 2010

Saania Siddiqui

Saania Siddiqui is an inexperienced young lady, who happens to be interested in everything. She hopes to make a difference in the world- starting with you. 

 She has seen people from all over the world, who in position of an argument between two religions escape by saying “all religions in the world are the same” or alternatively “all Gods exist” or even all “all Gods are one”. That’s a very interesting view to take and it has been a challenge to her to prove them otherwise or shed light on some new views. 

She is also interested in myths and legendary figures. In her part of the world, everything seems to take a new look every second. Sometimes she tends to think  she is crazy, but over time she has learnt that it makes her very human. It’s always a pleasure meeting others. 

She happens to be non-Kashmiri.


Qada' and Qadar | All about destiny

Result of Annual Regular | Private 2010 (LEH) CLASS 10TH | Kashmir

The Gazzette of 10th Class for LEH, Ladakh

Israel attacks Flotilla | Gaza Attack

This story is all made up but I would call it partial fiction (much like the movie Titanic), but with proper references taken from everywhere I could find. 

My name was Ismaiel Abdul Rehman, and I was from Turkey. I wanted to help, sure I did. I filled in all the forms, took care of all the prerequisites. Finally, I was there at Cyprus where the mighty ships awaited us, to take us to a land where poverty, death and disaster rules. I was happy, I was finally getting a chance to serve the people. At the port I saw roughly 600 more people; doctors, priests, volunteers, basically all peace activists. It was such a joy to watch all humanity come together in service for our ailing brothren in Gaza. I was to travel in this ship called "Mavi Marmara". It looked magnificient, but not as grand as the Titanic, the movie that has always amazed me about sea travel. http://www.QaziMamoon.com

Before boarding the vessel I met this guy, who claimed he was working for Al-Jazeera, which he was, as I later saw all the equipment that he was travelling with. If I remember correctly he gave me his name as Jamal Elshayyal.

Finally, we were in! My first chance to travel by sea, and a wonderful opportunity to help people. There was as much 10,000 tonnes of humanitarian aid in all these ships. All headed for Gaza, all headed to seve the people. I myself didnt bother to carry much  stuff, just the basic toilettries, shampoo, towels and clothes to hand on my withered old body.

The time seemed to fly fast, finally as the captain announced that there were 65 km left for us to reach Gaza, something happened. We were still in international waters at that time. I saw some troops violently boarding the ship. The troops opened fire as soon as they stormed in. I heard the guy Jamal scream into the microphone; he was trying to contact Al-Jazeera. Suddenly, one of the guys from the troops came and damaged the instrument and I heard him shout in Hebrew "Everyone shut up".

I stood up, tried to run, but amongst all the pushing, firing and the chaos, but I fell down. I am old man, I cant even  remember the last time I was even thinking of running. My feet were pereplexed at this sudden instruction from the brain, they werent strong enough and I fell down. Right in front of a troops, who raised his gun high above his head, and the last thing I remember is a violent blow to my head, and then darkness all around..
..Every One of you shut up!

Now I am not here, with you. Sadly, I died, and all the aid was wasted. Why would someone do that? WHY??

I saw the headlines, everyone was protesting, why shouldnt they? But look what I found in one paper:

Caught off-guard by the violent attacks of the “peace activists,” the Israeli commandos were compelled to use firearms in self-defense.    Source: http://blog.heritage.org/2010/06/01/%E2%80%9Cpeace-flotilla%E2%80%9D-activists-assault-israeli-personnel-reap-propaganda-victory/

Why would Israel say that?? To justify the killings I suppose, but it is Allah who is the Best Judge, and Who knows everyting.


Sura 26:227
“Except those who believe, work righteousness, engage much in the remembrance of God, and defend themselves only after they are unjustly attacked. And soon will the unjust assailants know what vicissitudes their affairs will take!”

With Good Intentions
Qazi Mamoon Ashraf

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Real Story of the Amarnath Yatra!

Amarnath is the name given by Hindus to a cave in one of the moutains of South Kashmir. Hindus believe that Shiva,one of their Gods is housed or seated in this cave. This cave has not been mentioned in any of their religious scriptures, but is being projected by the Government of India as one of the most important Hindu religious destinations. 
This cave was discovered in 19th century by a local Gujjar Butta Malik accidently. This discovery was given a religious Hindu colour by the Hindu Dogra Tyrants, who were ruling Kashmir during that period, only to attach Hindu sentiment to their brutal and repressive regime in Kashmir. Local Muslims were forced to become porters and labourers, to help Hindus trek through the treacherous terrain to reach this cave. Muslims were punished with death if they ever refused to cooperate with the Hindu tyrants and their local Kashmiri Pandit henchmen. This cave has been used as a tool to oppress the Kashmiri Muslims and is a big symbol of Hindu rule in Kashmir.
Although this cave has no religious significance attached to it, but still it is projected as the most important and sacred sites of Hindu religion by the Government of India for its sinister interests on the patterns of Zionist ideology of Israel viz., Palestine. Thus Kashmir has been turned into the de-facto Palestine of South Asia.
Amarnath Yatra (Pilgrimage) was previously a low profile religious ritual of few thousand Kashmiri Hindu Pandits. Since last two decades Government of India has used Amarnath Yata as an important tool to enforce its illegal occupation of Kashmir. More and more people are pushed into the Kashmir valley in the garb of this pilgrimage (Yatra). 
In 2008 a sinister attempt was made to grab a very big chunk of the forest land in and around the Cave on the pretext of construction of facilities for Hindu pilgrims. Land was illegally transfered to the Amarnath Shrine Board which overlooks the affairs of this pilgrimage and C.E.O of that board is Indian appointed Hindu "Governor" of Kashmir. After the massive public outcry in Kashmir over the land grab and after immense sacrifices, Indian government was forced to cancel the illegal land grab order. But to force India to rescind that order, more than 60 innocent Kashmiri Muslims lost their lives to Indian bullets.

Amarnath Yatra poses a great threat to the ecology of this region. River Lidder which is an important asset of Kashmir is being polluted, forests are being cut, glaciers are being run over by pilgrims, dead pilgrims are burnt and thrown into the water bodies of the region, polythene is thrown everywhere, urine and human waste is drained into river Lidder, alcoholism, drug addiction and nudity by Hindu Priests is seen everywhere in the area during the Yatra days.

Amarnath yatra previously was restricted to few days of the year but Indian occupiers have extended the time frame of the Yatra to three months. By extending the period of the yatra, India is covertly trying to alter the demography of Kashmir and to facilitate the cultural adulteration of this region. Its extension and influx hundreds of thousands of Hindu Pilgrims (Yatris) into the region has damaged the local ecology to the unrepairable levels. Our mountain glaciers are melting at a faster rate.

This unimportant Hindu pilgrimage is used by India for:


Monday, June 7, 2010

An email sent by somebody


B i s m i l l a a h i r   R a h m a a n i r    R a h e e m

Gaza flotilla activists were shot in head at close range!!!
Mourners by the coffins of dead activists: Turkey is furious but 
has not risked a complete break with Israel Photo: REUTERS

     Nine Turkish men on board Mavi Marmara were shot 
a total of 30 times, autopsy results reveal.
 Israeli soldiers aiming a gun on the deck of a Turkish ship, after Israeli soldiers boarded
 the vessel in international waters off the Gaza coast on May 31, 2010. /AP

Israel was tonight under pressure to allow an independent inquiry into its assault on the Gaza aid flotilla after autopsy results on the bodies of those killed, obtained by the Guardian, revealed they were peppered with 9mm bullets, many fired at close range.
Haneen Zuabi (right), who represents the Arab nationalist party Balad in the Israeli Knesset, 
is heckled by Anastassia Michaeli, of the ultra-nationalistic Yisrael Beteinu party (centre). 

The results revealed that a 60-year-old man, Ibrahim Bilgen, 
was shot four times in the temple, chest, hip and back. 
The coffin of a Gaza aid flotilla volunteer killed in Israeli attack is carried by people
 at the end of the funeral religious service at the Fatih mosque in Istanbul.

A 19-year-old, named as Fulkan Dogan, who also has US citizenship, was shot five times from less that 45cm, in the face, in the back of the head, twice in the leg and once in the back.
Furkan Dogan, 19, student at Kayseri High School.

Two other men were shot four times, and five of the victims were shot either in the back of the head or in the back, said Yalcin Buyuk, vice-chairman of the council of forensic medicine.
Thousands of relatives and supporters greeted the 
Turkish activists at the airport. Photograph: Vadim Ghirda/AP

The findings emerged as more survivors gave their accounts of the raids. Ismail Patel, the chairman of Leicester-based pro-Palestinian group Friends of al-Aqsa, who returned to Britain today, told how he witnessed some of the fatal shootings and claimed that Israel had operated a "shoot to kill policy".
Erdogan visited the people who were injured.

German activists who were on an aid ship bound for Gaza raided 
by Israeli commandos said that nobody on board was armed!! 

German activists :'We wanted to bring aid to Gaza'

Kutlu Tiryaki was a captain of another vessel in the flotilla. "We continuously told them we did not have weapons, we came here to bring humanitarian help and not to fight," he said.
Sheik Raed Salah, leader of the Islamic movement in Israel is escorted into court after
 being detained from one of the ships of the Gaza-bound Flotilla raided by Israel Monday.

Grigoropoulos, who insisted the ship was full of humanitarian aid bound for Gaza "and nothing more", said that, once detained, the human rights activists were not allowed to contact a lawyer or the Greek embassy in Tel Aviv. 
An activist who was seized during the aid-convoy raid bound for Gaza gestures upon his arrival in Jordan on June 2.

Grigoropoulos added: "They didn't let us go to the toilet, eat or drink water and throughout they videoed us. They confiscated everything, mobile phones, laptops, cameras and personal effects. They only allowed us to keep our papers."
Gaza aid flotilla activists arrive at the Jordanian border bridge
 with the West Bank yesterday after being deported from Israel

The UN Human Rights Council passed a resolution setting up an independent fact-finding mission to investigate the incident. The resolution condemned what it called the "outrageous attack" on the flotilla and called for the lifting of the blockade on Gaza.
A boy wears a Palestinian flag during an 
anti-Israeli protest in front of the Israeli Consulate in Istanbul

Think not of those who are killed in the Way of Allâh as dead. 
Nay, they are alive, with their Lord, and they have provision.They rejoice in what Allâh has bestowed upon them of His Bounty and rejoice for the sake of those who have not yet joined them, but are left behind (not yet martyred) that on them no fear shall come, nor shall they grieve.They rejoice in a Grace and a Bounty from Allâh, and that Allâh will not waste the reward of the believers.
Quran 3:169-171

A brief introduction to the nine Turkish Martyrs killed on 31 May 2010, by Israeli soldiers who attacked the Turkish vessel M.V. Mavi Marmara, as it attempted to transport humanitarian aid to the people of the Gaza Strip. 

1. Ibrahim Bilgen, 61, an electrical engineer from Siirt. 
Member of the Chamber of Electrical Engineers of Turkey. Married with 6 children. 

2. Ali Haydar Bengi, 39, from Diyarbakir. Graduate of Al-Azhar University, 
Cairo (Department of Arabic literature). Married with 4 children.

3. Cevdet Kiliçlar, 38, a journalist from Kayseri. 
Married with two children. 
Cevdet Kiliçlar

4. Çetin Topçuoglu, 54, from Adana. Former amateur soccer player and taekwondo champion, 
who coached Turkey's national taekwondo team. Married with one son. 
5. Necdet Yildirim, 32, from Malatya. 
Married with a three-year-old daughter.
 (Dogan News Agency)

6. Fahri Yaldiz, 43, a firefighter who worked for the Municipality of Adiyaman. 
Married with four children.
Fahri Yaldiz

7. Cengiz Songür, 47, from Izmir. 
Married with seven children.

8. Cengiz Akyüz, 41, from Iskenderun. 
Married with children aged 14, 12 and nine. 

9. Furkan Dogan, 19, student at Kayseri High School. Son of Dr. Ahmet Dogan, 
Assoc Prof at Erciyes University. A Turkish-American dual national,
 with two siblings.
Furkan Dogan

British Survivor tells of Israeli 
assault on Gaza aid ship!

An activist, arrested aboard a Gaza-bound ship, places his hands against the window of 
a bus as it leaves Ella prison in the southern Israeli city of Beersheba, June 2, 2010.