by A Dervish
Islam is the way of emotional and moral progress for the individual Muslim.
All find themselves at different places on this pilgrimage.
One beholds the young soldier from Fazulistan with his iPod full of lewd pictures and dirty songs and belly full of “Red Bull,” putting rounds into the Holy Quran with his rifle and enraged, the devout one abandons the journey, plants bombs and preaches Hell and not Heaven….
Another from a different point on the circle looks into the vacant eyes of the gunman who is some mother’s son and remembers how truly it is written:
That there is no intercession for unbelievers on that day called al-Akirah.
And so this second traveler washes himself immediately for prayer, combs out his hair and long whiskers, bows down in that place of confusion and loud noises, receives right there the duty of command and so sends genies and angels to the rescue of yet another lost and lied-to and misled one, now…and not “then.”
[Emmett R Smith
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[7 June 2008]