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http://petitions.number10.gov.uk/Savekids/

PLEASE READ AYSHAS STORY ~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥ ~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥ ~♥~♥~♥

Aysha Jane Kuddissi born ~ 22.05.1986
died ~ 13.09.1987
We finally got 2 say goodbye with heartbreak 2 our Twinkle Toes ~~ The day we buried her : ( ~ 12.07.1988

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Written by my Aunty Carole,
This is the hardest thing shes had to do, BUT SHES GIVING ME MY VOICE. PLZ READ MY STORY after nearly 20 years. Also plz feel free to leave me a candle or a tribute (I am scared of the dark ) and show us abused angels are not forgotten. If my story saves just one child then my death will not have been in vain. I know Ayshas story makes people angry and i have no problem with people writting their anger on here but please keep the anger to the tribrutes only, The candles are purely reserved for my "Twinkletoes" Aysha.

PLZ ALSO VISIT MY FRIENDS THEY ARE HURT ANGELS LIKE ME
the flowers in gods garden

Please also visit Ayshas big brother who also died with injuries too but it was registered as cot death ..... karl-fisher.gonetoosoon. co.uk

PLEASE NOTE AYSHA AND KARLS DADS ARE NOT THE SAME, Ayshas real dad is Turkish, it was my sister and Ayshas STEPFATHER who made this angel suffer.

AYSHAS STORY
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I WAS MURDERED... I am Beautiful, cute and totally lovable, I mean aunty Carole, Nan Nan and Grandad had no problems loving me, their love was love at first sight.... so why could not my parents love me?, My Nanny and Aunty Carole says , I am the most beautiful and most lovable little rouge that ever lived.
My name is Aysha Jane Kuddissi (aka Doreen Jane Mason), I was born on 22nd may 1986 at 12.05 am weighing 5lbs 12 oz with amazing big bright blue eyes. My name was changed to Aysha by Nanny and Aunty Carole ( My real Daddy used to call me this b4 my mum & step dad stopped him visiting me) as they feel my parents did not deserve the right to give me their names (put Doreen Mason on your search bar i am there).

I was almost 16 months old when my mum and stepdad murdered me . God called me home on the 13/09/1987 and gave me my angel wings ,ending almost 16 months of abuse inflicted with hate on me. (my first bruise appeared at just 5 days old, Nanny wanted answers (boy Nanny was so mad), and all she got was got lies saying how it was a accident (how exactly does a 5 day old baby bruise the whole of her left cheek?) .

I was failed by southwark social services and left to die after numerous complaints were made by family and other Child services departments made.

Southwark social services ignored all the complaints that Nanny, Aunty Carole (we complained weekly), Trudy ( A Lambeth Social Worker) who informed Lambeth area 3 top bosses of the complaints that Aunty Carole Made, a Barnados day nursery, And Ayshas health visitor made with all our frequent calls to social services. The midwife after i was born reported concerns as my mum refused to hold me or carry me as i was leaving for my home (the torture chamber), The heath visitor had concerns as my mum showed no maternal insticts and my mum had to be told to pick me up of the floor after i had been sick, Barnados called twice, once because my mum refused shelter for me from the snow and changed my nappy in the cold, I was wearing a summer frock and cardi and nothing else not even socks and mummy had walked nearly two miles in the snow with me dressed like this. With no blankets covering me, I was frozen by the time i reached Aunty Carole & Nanny, the next time being my mum losing her temper after Aunty Carole had words to her about my neglect, which resulted in my mum holding a carving knife to my throat i was just 8 months old , Aunty Carole snatched me away kissing my tears away, and took me to the local police station

Because Aunty Carole could not prove it and it was my mums word against aunty Caroles my mum was 20 Aunty Carole just 16, they told her to return me or face abduction charges .

I was finally put on social servicesat risk register, Nanny and Aunty Carole had not seen me for months and called them again voicing their concerns. The social services had a warrant to remove me from my parents on friday (it was issued late and they thought i could wait till monday),they was so wrong , I died Sunday (my mum turned off my life support) after they swung me by the legs smashing my back and head in to the living room wall on saturday(my poor little head left an inprint in the wall).

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CORONERS REPORT BE WARNED YOU MAY FIND THIS DISTRESSING....JUST SKIP THIS PARAGRAPH IF YOU NEED TO AND READ ON .........
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When the coroner checked me over i had new 55 injuries to my tiny underweight body (I weighed just 22LBs)and just 74 cm long, this included extensive bruising to her whole body over 15 bruises was noted just to her face alone, bruising to both her lungs, 1 break and 5 fractures in my left leg, fractures in my right leg, broken ribs, a burn on my hand that had been caused by a lighter that measured 3cm by 3cm in diameter the skin had been burned off and numerous cigerette burns where they had been stubbed out on her, extensive bruising to her back, black eyes, the coroner noted over another 40 older injuries and scars on her body but the fatal injury was my poor head injury which caused a large bilateral parieto-occipital subdural haemorrhage (BRAIN),the head injury covered a massive 15 x 20 cm in brusing on the back of my head (now remember shes just 16 months old, 22lb in weight and just 74cm tall).

NOW THINK HOW SMALL AND DINKY A 16 MONTH OLD BABY IS ..... THEN YOU WILL SEE HOW EVIL THIS CHILDS SO CALLED PARENTS ARE, AND YET AYSHA GOT NO JUSTICE THEY WALKED AFTER SERVING 2 YEARS AFTER APPEAL : (

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I never smiled around my mum, I could not crawl or walk before i died, Unknown to those who loved me i had fractures in my legs.
But i did call Nan Nan every time i saw my Nanny :), And i had the biggest smile for aunty Carole, One of those where your eyes seem like there laughting too.

I was failed by social services and also my mums neighbours who heard my piercing screams but ignored me, they told the reporters they heard my screams but did not ring the police. Just maybe if they did i might be alive and surrounded with love by Nanny and Aunty Carole, but I died alone as my mum refused to let Nanny enter the hospital room (my mum knew Nanny was going to explode and probably kill her) and Aunty Carole was not told told till i had died .

My mum was under arrest and did not even hold me while my life slipped away after she turned my life support machine off the burden of having and hating me forever gone. Nanny burried me in my first beautifull dress it was white with lots of frills with matching socks and satin shoes. Sadly Aunty Carole & Nanny was not allowed to see me as i had been kept on ice a long time, I looked like a princess the coroner said to you both, Nanny and Aunty Carole visits my grave every week without fail and has done for nearly 20 years, the grave is all they have left along with their memories.

Even when i was dying in the the flat i lived in with my parents they kept the paramedics and hour before they would let them attend me, by then i suffered a subdural brain haemorrhage, My so called parents did not even show me love as i was dying they just left me where i fell while they came up with a story on what happened. They told doctors at St Thomas hospital i got my injuries from falling of the bed.

My death certificate is the photo gallery for you to view my poor body was kept on ice for almost a year due to the inquest, Nanny and Carole had to wait nearly 10 months before they could bury me due to the inquest and the fact that MY MUM even after i had died showed me no mercy and demanded through her solicitor that they do another 2 post mortems whilst on remand in Holloway Prison. (in the end i had 3 post mortems in total done on me), the trial its self took weeks and weeks at The Old Bailey in London. And Aunty Carole was called up by The Old Bailey to give evidence and tell the jury how bad my life was with my mum. From what people say she did me proud, she was clear at stating what happened to me and did not break down on the stand, only after giving eveidence did she crumble. she was just 17 years old.
Nanny was not called because nanny was recovering from a breakdown which my death had triggered.

Social workers were sacked for letting me die, but thats no comfort to Nanny and Aunty Carole. When my heart stopped beating nannies and Aunty Caroles heart broke forever.

Some of Ayshas horrors of her short life.

1)They also made a crude splint to straighten her broken leg and would push their heads into Ayshas stomach,pressing her against the wall.This released their hands so they could straighten her leg,Till this little angel would faint with pain.

2)For punishment for not eating or crying,they would plunge her in the bath holding her head under water till her stomache swelled,then they would get her out and pump her stomache.

3)They also locked this beautiful tiny baby in a waldrobe for hours on end (now you know why shes scared of the dark).So they could listen to Elvis Presley records.

4)They laid a heavy hoover on her legs to stop her becoming bow legged (hello her leg would be bowed they broke it just about everywhere)

5) Welts from belts and buckles thats had she had been struck with all over her tiny body,even her face .

6)She was fed junk food and drank coffee and her bed was the floor.

7)Her small 22lb body had so many injuries and bruises when she died,there was hardly a place on her body that was unmarked.


DONT CRY FOR ME I AM SAFE NOW IN MY LORDS ARMS .......CRY FOR ALL THOSE CHILDREN THAT LIVE IN TERROR EVERYDAY ................

PLEASE NEVER TURN YOUR BACK, CHILD ABUSE HAS TO STOP NOW........

PLEASE NOTE:The R.S.P.C.A had removed the family dog prior to Aysha dying. They had cruelly had tied the dogs mouth together (wrapped a rope round the mouth 5 times)and left the poor dog scarred for life.
Yet poor little Aysha was left in the hands of this pair.

Our Baby Girl Aysha

The first time we saw you baby it was love at first sight, you was so small, so tiny and fragile with a mop of black hair, you were gorgeous with your stunning blue eyes you was my twinkle toes. Your 21 years old now in earth years but forever a beautiful baby girl to me, and still every week me and Nanny visit your grave .

You will never know how many we have asked ourselves if we could have done any more, but in our hearts we know we could not, we told the social services weekly, I even nearly got arrested by the police ( I was just 16 and they would not listen and told me too take you back or be arrested for abduction) whilst trying to protect you, and another time when you was just 2 and a half months old i remember nanny awaking me saying she was woken by the sound of a baby crying, well we found the baby it was you. Your evil mum had left you at 1am on Nannies door step (not even safely just plonked you there ) and gone out clubbing.
Well Nanny did refuse too give you back and was ordered too by the police yet again. why did they always believe your mums word over ours ?, We remember your hand movements when you came to Nannies pleading with them to get you out the pram, where your evil mum would have left you, i can even remember the tears that would dwell in your bright big bright blue eyes but was too scared to fall .

I hate my sister for eternally, your angel smile, i still close my eyes and see that smile. your smell your blue eyes, everything is still strong in our hearts, baby.

Baby girl if mine and nannies love could have saved you alone you would not have died .They ordered post mortems on you 3 times baby, we was not allowed to see you the coroner said it was best we remembered you how you was, but he did say your hair was down to your shoulders, I wished too have seen that and put pretty bows in your hair and you still had the earrings Nanny brought you, that i am glad of.

I remember being escorted to your home by the police to collect a few bits, I could not believe it baby, the house was furnished and tidy till we got to your room, I said to the officer wheres her bed, he pointed to a thin blanket on floor and said over there, baby my dog even has her own bed. how can anyone put a baby to sleep on the floor, me and nanny asked if we could take the teddies (I still have mine and smell it everytime just to be close to too ) that we had brought u on your 1st birthday he said we could, bless him we also took a couple of photos sadly reporters from the main newspapers ask to borrow them, for us never to get them back, apart from these 2 teddies u had no toys, that itself baby is cruel, no toys no bed and no love from your parents. Animals are treated better baby :(, we did not know baby as mum would not let us near always blaming your step dad as she said he was a bully and a gambler, he always in the bookies on the dole money they received do not think your mum or dad ever worked. But i will state the truth by saying Nanny or Aunty Carole never saw Roy (My Stepdad) ever hit or hurt me when he visited Nannies.
But behind your homes closed doors we do not know what went on.

your mum used to walk miles across London just so we could see you (it was usually to borrow money too), but we did not care we knew in them visits you played with your aunty and neice all 3 of you just 6 months apart, you were fed well, aww you so loved Nannys stew, We even eat that stew in the summer cos we can remember you just tucking in :). I hope the aroma drifts way up too where you are baby .

You used to love me pretending to drop you, You laughed so hard that grandad, nanny and me would laugh with you, sadly that game lost all the sparkle when whilst you was sitting on your mums knee with no protecting hand around you, you fell onto the tiled floor, with such force everyone felt it and rushed to get you and kiss all the hurt away, your mummy did not she got up and walked away. Grandad went mad at your mum, he could not beleive she was so cold and heartless, this is the first time your grandad saw how she treated you as he worked and you had to be back home by 7pm, apparently by Roys orders

Sometimes just sometimes i wanted to hurt your mummy just like she hurt you. I never played that game again not even with my own babies. Baby girl we will never forgive your mum for hurting you, letting you die alone nor for letting us say goodbye, thats the hardest never getting to tell you how much we loved you so much and baby girl we love you deeply we tell you at your grave all the time,I just hope you hear us twinkle toes .....
Even after 20 years i wish i could have held you while your life slipped away, Just so you died in the arms of someone who loved you unconditionally, Even though i know it would have broken my heart.
We lived almost 20 years with now knowing how much you suffered my beautiful girl and knowing we failed you .....:(

Your mum and step dad was jailed by the Old Baily for 12 yrs for manslaughter and given 3 years for cruelity, they SERVED just a measly 2 years in prison for killing you baby and released in the year 1991 (approx), I do not know where your step father Roy Aston is , but your mum Christine Mason i have heard to be living in Ireland apparently with more children (how this monster got away with bringing more innocents into this life is beyond me ) They WAS BOTH RELEASED because they could not prove which one caused your brain haemorrage, what a joke ....... they was both GUILTY of murder not manslaughter, they was supposed to love, nurture and protect you they failed badly ...they are evil .

She is no longer Nannies daughter or my sister, we have not seen her since the trial ...... I honestly can say if i saw her i would not be on a murder charge myself ... God forgive me for saying that. We try so hard to keep your grave beautiful just as you are, as its all we can give you and our eternal love.
LOOK FROM HEAVEN BABY CAN YOU SEE YOUR VERY OWN STAR NAMED BABY AYSHA :)

Message from nan nan (Nanny) 28th Aug 2007

Janet from London relation:nan nan (nanny)

Hi my beautiful baby girl, your always in my heart and never leave, I dont come on here much as im not so good with the pc thingy, so i leave that to auntie carole.
I love you so so very much, but you know that because i tell you all the time at your grave side, I just hope you can hear me.
Love you lots and lots, kisses from nan nan (nanny)

Ha ha we both know nanny is a blind as bat baby girl but shes not admitting nothing lol.
And the pc lol well if nan nan came on here writting ,we would be here till next week lol.
Love you baby girl xxxxxxxxxxx


WE WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU BABY ,WE WILL MEET AGAIN SOMEDAY .... keep our spot warm, and wait for us with great nanny and grandad and of course your play buddies Cherry,wrinkles and all the other darling little angels out there. People say at least your free from pain,and that i can understand baby, but........if we had been given the chance you would have been grown up free from pain and surrounded by love, but someone had to step in there and then to end your suffering, we were not able so God did it for us .
Nanny and I did come to the flat twice after not seeing you for a while .....well we had to do something baby, but your mum just left us standing there calling and not answering the door (apparently your mum did this to the health visitor and social services too). What we would give just to smell you, see your bright smile and and hug you so close just one more time baby.
We have had nearly 20 years of the pain of losing you, times not a healer baby ..... it just gets easier to live with but the pain of losing you is as if we were back in 1987 baby. We visit your grave often sometimes i come and just chat for you just to feel close too you,your 2 mins away from where we live, hence why i will never move .


PLEASE LEAVE A CANDLE ,LET US KNOW THAT PEOPLE WANT CHILD ABUSE STOPPED NOW ..............Aysha we are fighting ......God bless you all xxx

Finally after nearly 20 years of hiding our shame. The shame of feeling we failed you baby and the shame of being blood related to the most evil person we know, a secret we kept from any future friends, why because most of our friends decided that we was as bad as your mum all because we were related, the same friends who saw the fight we put up too save you.
I had too move into temporary housing to escape people breaking my door down, graffiting my home constantly, they blamed me and but then i blamed me too.
But now your story baby has been told one that most people will remember i hope , they will Remember when they see the bruises on the innocents, hear the cries of a child that makes their hair stand on end, the child with the big eyes, yet them big eyes are lifeless no light, just dull ... That People scream loud for someone to hear them that the end will draw near for the term CHILD ABUSE.

a newspaper clip of the case
Doreen Mason died of neglect after her mother and her boyfriend bruised, burnt and broke the 16-month-olds leg then failed to have her injuries treated. Christine Mason and Roy Aston were convicted of manslaughter and cruelty and each jailed for 12 years. Doreen was on the at risk register of Southwark council . She slept on the floor where the couple put junk food for her to eat. A report said her social worker was inexperienced and given no proper training or supervision, and that Southwark social services department suffered from a siege mentality and destructive mistrust, between senior managers

Aysha's other site with loads of photo's   http://babyaysha.gonetoosoon.co.uk/