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Thursday, July 9, 2026

Intro to ‘Pakistani Christian Shamim Mehmood Path to the USA’

Intro by John R. Houk, Blog Editor

Intro © July 9, 2026

 

There was a time I was very invested in the plight of Pakistani Christians in the Islamic Republic of Pakistan. One of my sources of information Shamim Mehmood (sometimes Mahmood and sometimes Masih): a Pakistani Christian, a Pakistani Journalist and while living in Pakistan a civil rights activist for Christians HORRIBLY persecuted by Pakistani Muslims. Yup the so-called Religion of Peace persecutes Christians.

 

Shamim would share by email or posts he made in English on various Online websites either in Pakistan or websites outside of Pakistan interested in Pakistani civil rights for Christians.  Over the years most of those shares were on the Blog SlantRight 2.0. I ran a Blog Search for Shamim Mehmood and the results can be found HERE. The beginning result is from 7/14/23 (Intro to Shamim Mehmood Opinion of Pakistan Mobilizing Muslim Protests Over Sweden and France). The search results are not in chronological order and focuses on Muslims persecuting Christians. In going over the Blogger Search Results I realized that Shamim sometimes posted/shared under Shamim Masih. I ran a Search on my other long time blog now called the Conservative-Patriot Christian Right (CPCR) but in its early days was called the NeoConservative Christian Right (NCCR). The Search Results was much greater under Shamim Masih and can be read/viewed HERE.

 

I lost contact with Shamim for a few years. I discovered his persecution for his Christian civil rights activism had become so intense that he managed to get out of Pakistan to save his life from the horrible death many Pakistani Christians face.

 

A while back I stumbled upon a Facebook profile of Shamim and we Friended each other. Not a lot communication ensued. Then on 7/8/26 I noticed a Facebook DM from Shamim. As we briefly typed back and forth, I asked him to share his path to the USA. BELOW is the email he sent. The title is from me and the content is from Shamim.

 

BONUS: After reading Shamim’s experience as a persecuted Christian I decided to share a 20-Minute Rumble video of a RAIR Foundation interview of Robert Spencer entitled, “Robert Spencer refutes Tucker Carlson JD Hall interview”. H/T Substack RAIR Foundation 7/8/26 post entitled, “Robert Spencer Destroys Tucker Carlson's Attempt To Whitewash Islam's Treatment of Christians (Exclusive Interview)”.


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Pakistani Christian Shamim Mehmood Path to the USA

 

By Shamim Mehmood

Email sent July 8, 2026 6:40 PM

 

When I revisit the past days, it does not come back as a good memory but turns as a storm like horrible dreams. My soul trembles, my heartbeat loses its rhythm, and time itself seems to stand still. There are moments when the air feels heavier, as if the walls around me remember what they witnessed.


People ask whether non-Muslims in Pakistan are truly mistreated on the basis of religion/faith. I pause before answering, because “mistreatment” feels like an inadequate word — too small, too gentle for what we endured. This is not a story borrowed from headlines or from the novel. It was written inside my home, across the backs of my brothers.


I was a child then — at that delicate age when the world appears divided neatly into good and bad, light and shadow. But one afternoon, those colors bled into each other. Our neighbor tortured my elder brother mercilessly. There was no dispute or enmity or any long-standing rivalry but differences of faith. We had barely settled in the village. The reason was quieter, uglier: we were Christians, and we were seen as weaker portion of the society due to different beliefs.

 
That day I learned how silence can be louder than violence. People watched. Doors remained half-open. Eyes observed, but no hands intervened. In that suffocating stillness, I discovered that equality is often a word spoken loudly in halls like the United Nations, where speeches are delivered about suffering in Kashmir and Palestine — yet in small streets and narrow alleys, justice sometimes forgets the way.


It did not end with one beating. Later the same happened to my other brother who was falsely accused and assaulted as well. With every incident, fear settled deeper into our bones. Home no longer felt like shelter; it felt temporary, fragile — as if it too could be taken from us and eventually, it was.


Leaving a house is not merely leaving walls behind. It is walking away from echoes of laughter, from the corner where your mother once prayed, from the dust that carries your childhood footprints. When we left, we did not carry furniture alone — we carried an invisible grief.


As a child, I did not write. I did not know how to translate fear into words. But memory has its own ink. It writes slowly, patiently, across the heart.


Years later, when I began to write about human rights and the suffering of Christians, some assumed it was professional ambition. Others believed it was strategy — a pathway to foreign lands. They did not see the child still standing inside me, watching his brother being struck, asking in bewilderment:


Was our only crime our identity?” But there is no answer yet!


Years later in the capital, Islamabad, the mindset followed. At the office of Daily Khabrain [Blog Editor: I found the Urdu edition Online.], I once heard a colleague sharing his point of view about other religions with such contempt that the air itself felt poisoned. When he was continuously insulting Mother Teresa, I gently requested him if we cannot praise someone’s service to humanity, we should at least not dishonor or insult them.

 
My words were answered not with reason, but with fury. He lunged at me. For a moment, I saw again that same childhood scene — anger justified by belief, violence defended by certainty. Had others not intervened, that newsroom might have become another memory carved in pain.


It didn’t stop there, There were threats. There were attacks. There was even a day when unknown men took me from the center of Islamabad to a place without a name. Hours of confinement. Hours of interrogation. In that darkness, I remember thinking not of ideology, but of my family — of whether I would return to them. When nothing was found against me, I was released — but not without pressure, not without warning.


Pain can silence a person. Or it can sharpen him.


Perhaps I picked up the pen late. But when I did, I chose to hold it not as a weapon, but as witness. Because stories untold are easily rewritten. And truth, if left unattended, is reshaped to fit comfort.


I do not write out of hatred. I write because memory refuses to fade. I write because somewhere within me, a child still stands in a dusty street, watching injustice unfold, waiting for someone to say that his life, too, carries equal worth.


And until that answer comes, I will continue to write.

 

Shamim Mehmood

 

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Rumble VIDEO: Robert Spencer refutes Tucker Carlson JD Hall interview

 

Posted by RAIRFoundationUSA

Published (unlisted video): June 30, 2026

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