Mullah Bilal came to support & aid semi-Arab Dhivehi Mullahs in gender apartheid & enslavement of Dhivehi girls

"Deprived of the possibility of exercising her artistic vocation, something in Naima died before her time. She was forced to live in average mediocrity, a dull state pleasing to the religious powers. But the slander Naima had suffered in the past had been so severe that it bred an anxiety that would haunt her for the rest of her life.

Naima, whose flowering creativity was stifled for over forty years, endured a life in muffled anxiety. One shudders at the thought of how many other geniuses have been stifled in the Maldives by religion. One wonders how such mindless destruction can be helpful for the interests of the Maldives as a nation. One grieves deeply for the slow death and the undeserved indignity Naima had to endure, seeing her talents and her body lose strength without being able to bloom, an important part of her living perpetually in sorrow. Her creativity had been killed in the bud by the harsh, persistent winds that have blown fiercely all these years of artistic sterility in the Maldives."

From: Obituary to a classical dancer, Máldive Royal Family

Dhivehistan Report dedicates this posting with a song to Naima, a classical dancer, and to the countless Dhivehi girls whose hearts, hopes and dreams have suffered under Islam and its Mullahs .

Keep a fire for the human race
Let your prayers go drifting into space
You never know what will be coming down
Perhaps a better world is drawing near
And just as easily it could all disappear
Along with whatever meaning you might have found

Don't let the uncertainty turn you around
The world keeps turning around and around
Go on and make a joyful sound
Into a dancer you have grown
From a seed somebody else has thrown
Go on ahead and throw some seeds of your own
And somewhere between the time you arrive
And the time you go
May lie the reason you were alive
But you'll never know