If this is how you defend your prophet, that the caricatures were right, and we should all follow Denmark's example and draw and speak and shout our opinions on Islam…
If this is how you defend your prophet then it is true, Islam is a violent religion, and we should all stand by Denmark and encourage more caricatures.
You are wrong! Many will scream, arguing that those who took part in the burning and destruction are only a minority and they do not represent all Muslims.
That is all nice and true, but I have not seen anyone in the streets condemning these atrocities, denouncing the violence, all I have seen is people talking and talking and talking, while building burned and cars were smashed and churches were stoned. I have seen Marsden agreeing with burning embassies because the o so great prophet was caricaturized.
Like many Muslims, he felt insulted and mad. Of course they were insulted by these caricatures. But I haven't seen a condemnation of Mr. Zarqawi videos, where innocent human beings were beheaded. Mr. Zarqawi, who is still considered a true and devout Muslim, because no sheikh, not one, has dared to call him an apostate for his crimes, while the scholar Abi Zaid has been declared apostate because he dared write a book about reforming Islam.
I am disgusted! Educated people, people from all wake of life have suddenly marched in the streets calling for violent actions against Denmark, arguing that an apology is not enough. While thousands of people died in Sudan killed by Muslims and no one cared, while poverty, crime and oppression strangle the region and no one cared.
With all these atrocities, problems and tragedies they only marched to the streets to defend one man's honor. A man, no matter how great and holy he was1400 years ago, but is still only a man.
Before exploding into a rightful rage and accusing the west of taking part in another episode of the eternal Zionist imperialist conspiracy, just look into your selves and then speak, if you still have the courage…
At last, I can only apologize to all those who were outraged by what happened but were insulted by what I said. But as long as you remain silent and do not oppose those who have hijacked Islam, then they will prosper and multiply, until Islam truly becomes the religion Ben Laden and Al Zarqawi preach about.
Once a Muslim…
7 comments :
No one said the west is perfect. The problem is everytime we do something wrong we say look the west is no better.
Well this time the subject is not the west standards, the subject is how dealt with some caricatures...
Dear "end racism" do you believe that defending the Prophet Mohammad is a game? if you don't as I think u r then don't use the West as an excuse for what could be a mistake. When something wrong occurs it's better to accept it and move on rather then to always try to justify what is wrong.
And I think that all the persons that participated in the demonstrations think that they are better then the west because they have values and ethics if this is true then they shouldn't play by the rules of the west.
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>>A man, no matter how great and holy he was1400 years ago, but is still only a man.<<
Can't make up my mind whether to laugh or cry... How can a murdderous pedophile who broght such misery to the human race be called 'great and holy'????????
Some idiot earlier said:
"How can a murdderous pedophile who broght such misery to the human race be called 'great and holy'????????"
Hey idiot in many states in the USA where I live it is okay to marry a 12 year old with parental consent and I take it if you are Christian or Jewish, then according to Oxford Bible dictionary Mary, mother of Jesus married Joeseph when she was 9 so is he a pedophile? Or if you are Jewish, then why is it in the talmud that you can rape a 3 year old girls:
Mishnah: A girl of the age of 3 years and a day may be betrothed, subject to her father's approval, by sexual intercourse.
Gemara: Our Rabbis taught: 'A girl of the age of 3 years may be betrothed by sexual intercourse.' "
so doesn't that make the Jewish scholars pedophiles?
AS FOR BRINGING MISERY TO HIS PEOPLE!!! Prophet Muhammad(pbuh) turned the arabs from the rats of the desert to the most advanced civilization only after 100 years of the advent of Islam.
So I deal with Losers such as you all the time, so if you are interested in the truth go to this site, it answers all the lies said about Prophet Muhammad, otherwise shut up and crawl back into the sewer you came from:
http://www.answering-christianity.com/ac4.htm#links
On my blog no personnal insults will be allowed or tolerated.
So please refrain form that or i ll have to delet all your comments.
Sincerly
Giving without reserve
It is with reticence that I write this. I do not wish to place myself on the moral high ground, or to sermonise anyone. This chapter tries to show the truth and importance of dreaming of our Holy Prophet Muhammad (May Allah Convey His Peace and Blessings upon the Holy Prophet). These words seek to confirm that ours is a Prophet of Mercy, a Witness, and a Bearer of Good Tidings. It also aims to portray the consequence of du’aa in the Masjid al-Haram. It is moreover meant as a method of encouragement for our children to some day continue with the Prophetic Tradition of raising an orphan for the sake of Allah, The One of Unbounded Grace. So that they may by this means know that there is more to life than just prayer and fasting. And that they should give of themselves unreservedly. That they might through it also, temper their adhkaar with compassion.
We were asleep at the Mashrabiyya Hotel in Khalid bin Walid Street in Shubayka, Makkah al-Mukarramah when, by the Mercy of Allah, I had the most beautiful dream. I saw myself standing in the holy presence of our Truthful Prophet Muhammad (May Allah Convey His Peace and Blessings upon the Holy Prophet). Our Prophet (May Allah Convey His Peace and Blessings upon the Holy Prophet) was spotlessly dressed in white robes and a white turban. I stared aghast. Our Prophet (May Allah Convey His Peace and Blessings upon the Holy Prophet) stood about two meters away and faced me directly. I do not have the words with which to suitably portray this most wonderful man, the Seal of the Prophets (May Allah Convey His Peace and Blessings upon the Holy Prophet). I have never seen anyone so unimaginably holy, so indescribably handsome. I reached for my turban, embarrassed for not wearing it. “Leave it,” I said to myself. “You are in the Company of the Prize of creation.” A brilliance shone from our Guided Prophet (May Allah Convey His Peace and Blessings upon the Holy Prophet). Our Prophet (May Allah Convey His Peace and Blessings upon the Holy Prophet) smiled at me. The smile radiated light. I stood alert, too humbled to speak. I wished that the dream would last forever. The heavenly smile lasted between ten and fifteen minutes, it felt like.
Alhamdu-lillaah. I had never considered myself deserving of such an enormous honour. “What does that smile mean?” I asked myself over and over again.
Part of my da'waat in the Holy Mosque in Mecca, was to ask Allah, The One Who Makes Clear to us His signs so that we may be grateful, to Grant to ourselves the opportunity and blessings of raising an orphan for His sake.
My wife and I had, over a number of years, tried to adopt a baby by applying at several local agencies, and were given all sorts of excuses which disqualified, and sometimes discouraged us. Reasons given were that we were not married according to South African law, that few babies from local Muslim parents came up for adoption, and the fact that we have children of our own. We were also faced with, what was to my mind, the worse aspect of the South African race laws. These regulations and those administering it, in this case, the social workers, prescribed that a ‘brown’ orphaned child had to be matched with ‘brown’ adoptive parents. A ‘yellow’ baby could only be placed with prospective ‘yellow’ adoptive parents, a ‘white’ orphan could not be raised by ‘black’ adoptive parents, and so on. They played dominoes with human lives. Some social workers were more ready to read the ‘race act’ than others. In an interview and in response to a question on whether we would mind adopting a child from a 'lower rung' of the colour scale, I told them that “a nice green one would do.” A jab to my ribs from my wife quickly halted the acid flow down the sides of my mouth. Stirring the ire of our then masters by criticising their political beliefs would not help, she meant. “When the white boss tells a joke, and regardless of its lack of humour – laugh!” she chided me later. Race inequalities existing at the time ensured that hundreds of black orphans went begging in more ways than one. It virtually excluded us from adopting a child. No orphans that matched our race and blood mix were on offer and they weren’t likely to easily present themselves for adoption, we were told. My wife is of Indian (as in “Indian” from India, as opposed to “American” Indian) stock and I am of (well) mixed blood.
On the morning of Wednesday, 1st June 1994, just three days after arriving back home from Haj, we received a telephone call from Melanie Van Emmenes of the Child Welfare Society. She explained that a five-month old girl had come up for adoption. The baby had earlier undergone successful abdominal surgery and she asked whether we would adopt the child. We jumped at the chance.
A rush of adrenaline replaced the after-effects of travel. We were rejuvenated. Capetonians usually visit local pilgrims before departure and also on their arrival back home. We excused ourselves from the few visitors and asked my mother-in-law to host them in our absence. My wife and I immediately went to the Adoption Centre in Eden Road, Claremont. We signed the necessary papers.
Afterwards, we told our children that we were about to receive an addition to the family. We plodded through a maze of red tape in order to legalise the process. (My wife and I had to marry in court because Muslim marriages were not recognised then, believe it or not). A few days later, my wife, brother and I collected the petite infant from a foster-mother in Newfields Estate. I shall never forget the joyous feeling when I first carried the frail waif past the front door. Her name is Makkia. We named her after the great city from which we had just returned.
Taking her into our home is one of the better things that we have done. Makkia has added a marvellous dimension to our lives. She is part of our life’s work. I shall always be grateful to the people who had assisted us with the adoption.
The meaning behind the glowing smile from our Trustworthy Prophet Muhammad (May Allah Convey His Peace and Blessings upon the Holy Prophet) had played itself out in the most delightful way. In Our Prophet (May Allah Convey His Peace and Blessings upon the Holy Prophet) we have a beautiful pattern of conduct. Like a lamp that spreads light, the Messenger of Allah (May Allah Convey His Peace and Blessings upon the Holy Prophet) invites to the Grace of Allah by His leave. Weighing any other form of creation against our Prophet Muhammad (May Allah Convey His Peace and Blessings upon the Holy Prophet) is a fruitless exercise, I have come to realise. How should I express gratitude to the Holy Messenger of Allah (May Allah Convey His Peace and Blessings upon the Holy Prophet) for his kind intervention? I am unworthy of untying the laces of our Prophet’s sandals.
Allah, The One Who Is Sufficient For those who put their trust in Him, Had Granted our want through the barakah of our Beloved Prophet Muhammad (May Allah Convey His Peace and Blessings upon the Holy Prophet).
For the most part I’ve been fairly constant about wearing a turban during ’ibaadah since.
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