as an #isis bomb and bayat proof reader thought… “it was written in my mother language…”

My name is Iir, i am an indonesian malay from borneo and a divorcee, and had been living alone for the last 9 years. i am a moslem.

i translated molotv bomb. i also proofread isis bomb. as the australian embassy vehicle bomb exploded, i was sitting outside in a cafe with the attache of defence of australian embassy. I was sipping my coffee, when his pager rang.

i had been nearly entire of my life hiding i am asperges. And were raped into vaginal bleeding when i was 6 years old. My sister were shot on the head with a shotgun palets when i was 4-5 years old. she survived. i still remember her blue hairband turned into red.

I had domestic violence experienced with my ex hisband – but cambridge system thought wasnt. Not enough evidence apparently – despite the financial abuse and such protection . British and Australian can be very discriminative and racist sometime – no different with Indonesian. Strange tho it srill happened in such places of #cambridge and #London – and his family and his carier and his lover still continue.

mine is not.

i was bleeding with different man after. Romanian. and as well he believed it was good to put his thumb into my ars. I dont know why he think its okay. then bleeding for months, no one told him i was pregnant. or rather – my body seems unable to keep it and get rid of it for months with vaginal bleeding. i told to the social media – cambridge and europol and metropol dies not seems to do anything – despite how many years i had been compliance toward #isisbomb

I was also treated as the same as a hooker sometime when i was in Java – as well as when i was at my parents in borneo. they licked their lips and wink their eyes and gave hand gesture of sexual intercourse each time i walked to local coffee shop to translate, as my main job is an interpreter for ministry of justice of the court of england.

So the last 9 years, i dated one man, miscarried twoce, and decided my body is too old to be hirt anymore, my heart is too shallow to accept anymore burden of hurt, and we don’t need to mention my consciousness of being a moslem of how much oressure my oarent mustve received – let alone being someone who anti shariah as they might think with the proofreading and supporter of anti isis and jemaah islamiyah.

if you don’t know jemaah islamiyah you can google it. i am sure wikileaks had my name engraved included in their cia or some operative connected somewhere. but hey – luckily the Australian vetted him back – as Australian who drill me to some protocol too, as i drill them to Bahasa Indonesia too.

now half way across the globe i am living on my own. despite the what so domestic abuse never happene and none if those who did these take reaponsibility what they had been doing and my children whom for the last 9 years getting rare and rare coming to see me – i am still being a pioneer of the political buffet of who and how to be exchange or get rid of – to be silenced or to be used upon.

namaste!

oh, i forgot! Have i mentioned about the #molotovbomb recipe i had translated before the riots of 1998-1999? i hid that too, TGM didnt mind i never mentioned about it ever again, until i realised one by one whom knew disapeared. And as always, i left alone on my own with memory and not knowing whom or what or where, let alone how