Monthly Archives: March 2017

Abu Ibraheem Hussnayn – Western (and Westernized Muslim’s) Definition of Terrorism

If it’s a missile that kills hundreds and it’s fired from a western tank or plane – it isn’t terrorism; even when women and children form the majority of those who are murdered.

If it’s a knife-wielding man acting on his own and he happens to be Muslim, by default it is terrorism.

If the same man isn’t Muslim, it isn’t terrorism and he is mentally unstable, even if he takes a gun and kills only certain people of a certain faith.

Such is the world that we live in.

Upon us is to repel evil with that which is better. To be proud of our Islam and not let the shayateen make us apologetic.

~ Abu Ibraheem Hussnayn

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Glenn Greenwald – Attacks on the West

‘It is always stunning when a country that has brought violence and military force to numerous countries acts shocked and bewildered when someone brings a tiny fraction of that violence back to that country…

The issue here is not justification. The issue is causation. Every time one of these attacks occurs — from 9/11 on down — Western governments pretend that it was just some sort of unprovoked, utterly “senseless” act of violence caused by primitive, irrational, savage religious extremism inexplicably aimed at a country innocently minding its own business. They even invent fairy tales to feed to the population to explain why it happens: they hate us for our freedoms.’

-Glenn Greenwald following the attack on Canadian parliament 2014

I Wonder…

Not that I’d encourage cross dressing but… Wonder what would happen if a deviant put on a hijab and took HIS case to the European Court?

That would be a difficult case for them, wouldn’t it?

Which would win out – the enforced normalization of gender confusion across society or their closet hatred of Islam?

Dad Brings Home a Stranger To Our Home

A while ago, my Dad met a stranger who was new to our small town. From the beginning, Dad was fascinated with this enchanting newcomer and soon invited him to live with our family. The stranger was quickly accepted and was around from then on.

As I grew up, I never questioned his place in my family. In my young mind, he had a special niche. My parents were complementary instructors: Mom taught me good from evil, and Dad taught me to obey. But the stranger…he was our storyteller. He would keep us spellbound for hours on end with adventures, mysteries and comedies.

If I wanted to know anything about politics, history or science, he always knew the answers about the past, understood the present and even seemed able to predict the future! He took my family to the first major league. ball game. He made me laugh, and he made me cry. The. stranger never stopped talking, but Dad didn’t seem to mind.

Sometimes, Mom would get up quietly while the rest of us were shushing each other to listen to what he had to say, and she would go to the kitchen for peace and quiet. (I wonder now if she ever prayed for the stranger to leave.)

Dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions, but the stranger never felt obligated to honor them. Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our home… Not from us, our friends or any visitors. Our longtime visitor, however, got away with four-letter words that burned my ears and made my dad squirm and my mother blush. My Dad didn’t permit the use of alcohol. But the stranger encouraged us to try it on a regular basis. He made cigarettes look cool, cigars manly and pipes distinguished.

He talked freely (much too freely!) about sex. His comments were sometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive, and generally embarrassing.

I now know that my early concepts about relationships were influenced strongly by the stranger. Time after time, he opposed the values of my parents, yet he was seldom rebuked… And NEVER asked to leave.

More than fifty years have passed since the stranger moved in with our family. He has blended right in and is not nearly as fascinating as he was at first. Still, if you could walk into my parents’ den today, you would still find him sitting over in his corner, waiting for someone to listen to him talk and watch him draw his pictures. Categorically, he destroyed all the moral values, ethics, love, time for each other and other good qualities we had in our family…..whilst adding some unnoticeable quantity of positive stuff also, which any way we would have had even without him……

His name?…. .. .

We just call him ‘TV.’

Asim Qureshi – On Helping the Oppressors

Before Hannah Arendt coined the banality of evil in her study on the Eichmann case, there was Imam Ahmad ibn Hanbal.

During his detention his prison guard approached him. He asked Imam Ahmad if the hadith regarding those who assist the oppressors was authentic? Imam Ahmad replied in the affirmative and then was asked by the guard if he was one of those who helped the oppressors? This was ibn Hanbal’s response:

“No. The aides of the oppressors are those that comb your hair, and wash your clothes, and prepare your meals, and buy and sell from you. As for you, then you are one of the oppressors themselves!” [1]

Whenever you hear about individuals saying they are ‘just doing their job’ or that they are ‘trying to make a change from within’ – we should always ask questions about how the actions they take perpetrate injustices against others. Complicity is not always an active process, sometimes even well meaning behaviour can result in harm to others.

[1] ‘Manaqib al-Imam Ahmad’, by Ibn al-Jawzi, p. 397