CAMPAIGN TO JUSTICE

The campaign is mainly run by : Rabi'ah, Amina and Halema from London, we are still looking for members in London, who will help co-ordinate material, which we shall receive from the MET Police in London. We shall also need people to forward petitions to their friends, relatives, whosoever is interested in our campaign. These are the first few baby steps our campaign is taking, for people who do not comply with our guidelines and don't believe in this campaign, kindly please don't participate, our battle is for a safer society, and not to ruin anyones reputation, we are not name calling any specific Muslim country, and just because these few bad things happen, don't make them bad or ugly states. We need to extract the root of the problem, we are fully aware, its a journey of a thousand miles before we get anywhere, but atleast we are trying to form a realistic picture to this. This is more than just lip service, getting into action and we would encourage all those individuals, who think they have the energy and the it thing to be part of our campaign.

'We believe our cause is just and it's not tainting anyones reputation, your in safe hands, just believe in us'

Please email me directly : emaratibint@hamad.com

Thanks

Peace

Arabian Oud {R}

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