Zainab bint Ali
Zainab bint Ali is the greatest woman ever, in my humble opinion. She embodies everything that I have ever held dear in my lifetime and struggled to be. When I escaped from my traffickers, I couldn’t even remember Al-Fatiha, the opening verse of the Quran. I struggled so hard to remember who I was, who I am and who I want to be.
I came across an article about Zainab bint Ali and remembered how much I admired her. She is a symbol of “courage, fortitude, leadership, eloquence, devotion, and faith.” according to Qutbuddin. I, like many Muslimas drew strength from her Jihad Al-Kalimat, war of words to take on my own Yazid of Human Trafficking and Corruption.
I hope to do her proud. There is no greater evil in this world than Human Trafficking and Enslavement. I have known about it for decades. I almost went to live in Abuja, Nigeria when Boko Haram was actively trafficking people. My ghostly pale skin, Northern European features and American accent were a massive liability. I had to learn how to not get taken and how to act if taken. It’s not for the faint of heart.
When I moved to Fremont, Nebraska, a small suburb of Omaha with my mother in 2021, human trafficking was the furthest thing from my mind. It is now the only thing I can think about and talk about. How could we be trafficked? We were sick and dying. We had plenty of money and assets. Who would traffic us?
It turns out that we were an easy target for benefits trafficking. I hired a caregiver, Angela Jean Main on September 13, 2022. She was my doorway into the world of human trafficking. She was my groomer. I had just been given a second chance at life but I didn’t want to live. I was trafficked by Crusader Foundation members #1325 who kept me alive as their property. Nobody wants to live as a slave. Nobody.
Those involved are still free. I must suffer for their crimes against me and endure. I want to die but my faith pushes me forward. Husayn didn’t deserve to be slaughtered and neither did my mother. Zainab bint Ali and the survivors of Karbala didn’t deserve their shackled march to Yazid and neither do I. I must continue to speak the truth to everyone I meet until human trafficking no longer exists and peace reigns.
I learned how from Zainab’s Jihad Al-Kalimat. She is my strength, courage, fortitude, eloquence, devotion and faith. I am one of many leading my people, our people to freedom and justice for all. There is no greater American jihad than this. It’s in our DNA. We are from various lands, cultures and faiths but we are one. We are humanity itself. E pluribus unum. We ARE America! We SHALL overcome!
