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THE 'HOLINESS" OF BOOKS?

From  the  book  “THE  CAGED  VIRGIN”  by  Ayaan  Hirsi  Ali

The Holiness of Secular Books

Andrew O'Hagan stated in his opening address to the tenth Sydney Writers' Festival:

If we are truly alive, we have a role to play—every one of us—in the realization of peace and tolerance in our time. If we are truly alive, and if we know what the imagination can do, it will not be in us to sit dormant whilst the planet is ruined by unfettered commerce or whilst thousands are killed by the preemptive and ruinous urges of Christian or Islamic fundamentalisms. If we are civilized, we imagine our way past political coercion or selfish pride. We speak truth to power. We question our feelings of superiority, we teach our children the truth of our culture and what it has done and what it has failed to do. And we never forget that we are moral beings and not machines. This is what we do if we are truly alive. This is what we do if we live close to our imaginations. And how do we do that, how do we keep company with our imaginations, what do we do to be so alive? It is easy—we read books.

It seems to me that Andrew's "we" refers to those of us in the West. We come from places scattered all over the globe, but as a group, this collective "we" of the West represents a community that enjoys—for the most part—a fair degree of personal, political, and economic freedom. This "we" has an imagination. This "we" lives with books and writers. For this "we" literature is not lifestyle, it is life.

But there is another "we." This other "we" is also scattered across the globe. My family belongs to that "we." I used to belong to it, too.

This community's imagination is not opened by a multitude of books, but is captured by just one: a best seller among the wealthy and distributed free of charge to the poor. For those who can't read, it's available in audio. It is learned by heart. It has no copyright, and photocopies are welcomed. It is a book that is considered to be above critical review. It is a book that should not be put on the ground, a book that should not be touched by a menstruating woman. It is a book that can inspire one man to put his forehead on the ground in piety and rouse another to war. It is a book that contends that the greatest act of worship to which an individual can aspire is committing suicide as he takes the life of a sinner.

It is not a book by Chaucer, Shakespeare, or J. K. Rowling. It is not a book by Dan Brown. The author has ninety-nine names, but not one of them appears on the cover. This book demands total submission by its readers. It captured the imagination of more than a billion people who believe that is the infallible word of God;

This book is the Koran.

I first encountered it as a young girl. It impressed me even before I could read. To touch the book, I first had to wash my hands, then my face and mouth, then my arms all the way up to the elbows. I had to run some water over my hair and ears and wash my feet. This book was always up high, always beyond a mischievous child's reach.

Everything about it was sacred: the words, the letters, the cover. A piece of paper or a wooden board would itself become sacred as soon as words from the book were copied onto it.

The main message in this sacred book revolves around one day. The day that separates this life from the next.

My father would recite from this book when I was about eight years old and we were living in Mecca, Saudi Arabia. We were in the land of Allah and his prophet. We were living in a land that my mother never wanted to leave.

At the same time every day my father would pull us close and recite:

On the day that separates this life from the next, some faces will be joyful. On that day, those joyful faces will be rewarded in a garden on high; where they shall hear no word of vanity. Therein will be a bubbling spring; therein will be thrones of dignity. Goblets will be placed ready, rich carpets generously spread out and cushions will be set in rows.

My father would bare his beautiful teeth in the sweetest of smiles, his face full of exuberance. Ma would watch with a look of happiness in her eyes—so very rare for her. She would watch as her husband educated her children in piety. We would nod in awe.

Then my father's face would take on an ominous look. His voice would become a low roar, and with a growl, he would continue:

This is the day of Al-Ghashiyah or The Overwhelming Event. When some will be humiliated, laboring hard. Weary, they will enter the fire. They will be given to drink from a boiling hot spring. No food will there be for them, but a bitter Darit which will neither nourish nor satisfy hunger...

My awe turned to fear. I dreaded being burned and having to drink the disgusting Dari from the boiling hot spring. I would be reminded of that day every time I was naughty—which was quite often. My parents' penalties were nothing compared to the punishment I would get from the anonymous writer of the book. Imagine that: being punished by He who raised the sky high; He who fixed the mountains firm; He who spread the earth out wide.

If you did anything against Him and His will, He would make your life on earth a living hell. He would cause you great pain on this earth. On that day, when the sun would rise from the West and all mankind would stand naked before God, I hoped that I would be with my mum, my dad, my brother, and my sister. And also, I hoped that I would be close to Allah and his messenger. So, I learned to recite the ninety-nine names of the author of this Holy Book.

I learned to pray five times a day.

I learned the sequence of rules: the forbidden and the permitted.

I learned to submit and to view those who did not with hostility.

I learned not to question the motives of the author of the Holy Book.

I learned that thoughts and deeds that deviated from the rules of the Book 

would lead to unimaginable punishment.

I learned to repent.

And I promised to be a good girl again.

But over the years, this submissive child grew into a rebellious teenager. My mother was not prepared for this change. She feared that my younger sister, Haweya, and I would stray, come under the influence of sinful people; that we might befriend boys and even touch them. Ma's approach was radical. She bought three padlocks, large ones, with a base in the color of gold, and a steel bolt. I can still remember the click of those awful things. Every evening and weekend, as our peers went out roaming the streets of Nairobi, Haweya and I watched the padlocks, and Ma watched us watching them. We tried to stretch our rare moments of freedom by lingering on the way home from school; or, if Ma was out running errands, and Grandma was left in charge, we even tried jumping over the wall. But every attempt at flight was physically punished.

So we looked for pastimes while we watched the padlocks. We would chat, we would play games, and of course we would annoy Grandma and Ma, too. It was then that we discovered the power of words. Books had the power to make us forget the padlocks.

Haweya and I would sit still for hours. The only noise we made was turning the pages of those books.

In time, Ma became suspicious. You would think she would have enjoyed the peaceful atmosphere that her prison had taken on. Instead, she demanded to know what we were reading. As Ma could not read or write, she would simply judge our books by their covers. Some of the books we read had no covers, for they had been in too many teenage hands, but those with covers generally showed a man bending over a woman, with his mouth on hers and their bodies entwined. We deliberately tore these covers off, and if questioned, would claim that they were required school reading.

But Ma was not easily fooled, and she soon developed a talent for judging books not just by their cover, but also by their size and appearance.

Science books tended to be heavy and filled with diagrams. Math books were filled with charts and numbers (Ma could tell the difference between letters and numbers). History and geography books were full of maps and colorful illustrations. None of these books looked like the small ones with the torn-off covers.

Ma then decided that all compact books were dangerous and would corrupt us. She called them book-haram, or the forbidden books. Unfortunately, it wasn't just the silly romance novels that were small; all forms of literature fell into this category.

So now, schoolwork aside, books were off-limits. The only book that had a proper place in our house was the Holy Book.

Haweya and I were so bored. Our teenage hormones and the appeal of the book-harams impelled us to overcome our fear of violating the sanctity of the Holy Book. We devised a brilliant plan. After smuggling book-haratns into the house, we would tear out pages and sandwich them between the pages of the Holy Book. Within these sacred covers, foreign writers would transport our imaginations to faraway lands. We would chase spies into Russia, help solve mysteries with the Hardy Boys and Nancy Drew. We would read about wars between the North and South in America. Within these sacred covers, we discovered a life beyond our padlocked prison. Not wanting to draw attention to ourselves, we would begin by chanting loudly from the Holy Book like this:

Ya ayyuhal-muddathir...

Then, as we had expected, Grandma would curtly suggest that we recite quietly. And so we did.

Every now and then, one of us would burst out laughing at a funny scene and Ma or Grandma would ask sternly: What has the world come to? Does Allah make you giggle?

In hindsight, I think there was always an infidel in me. The more important point is that this ruse wasn't just an escape from my mother's world; it was an introduction to the endless possibilities life had to offer.

These stories made me worldly in a way that the Holy Book never did. I learned, for instance, to empathize with the characters as they suffered, yearned for love, endured oppression, or celebrated freedom. I was introduced to the gray areas of life, the nuances of virtues and vices; and the specificity of their contexts. The characters spoke to me in a way that the Book that I was violating did not.

But I could not escape the black-and-white terror of the Holy Book and its author. Besides Ma and her padlocks, everything and everyone around me seemed to be pointing to the Book and the Day of the Overwhelming Event.

At school, Sister Aziza, my new Islamic Religious Education teacher, was clad beguilingly head to toe in black. Only her face was bare. She told us about the author of the Holy Book: what pleased him and what displeased him. And what he would do to those who strayed from the straight path.

At the mosque, Boqol Sawm {an imam whose name means he who fasts for a hundred days) repeated at the top of his voice that the sinner would burn if he did not repent.

And I was sinning. I was sinning big-time.

Every time I put sheets of hook-harams in the Holy Book, I was offending. Every time I allowed myself to be tempted by Satan to erotic thoughts, I was offending. Whenever I fell for American comedies and movies, I was offending. In this my internal struggle, fear began gaining the upper hand. So I found myself repenting, I found myself avoiding the distracting books. And I returned to the Holy Book with fervor.

Ma was willing to remove the padlocks as long as I didn't roam the streets and did not befriend boys. I went to Boqol Sawm's lectures and dressed like Sister Aziza. When the author of The Satanic Verses was condemned by Ayatollah Khomeini, I joined in the unison of voices that called for his death. A part of me was tempted to read his book. There was a certain appeal to discovering for myself the verses of Satan. But for my own salvation, and to escape impending hellfire, I—like those around me—blindly supported the Ayatollah.

I was doing everything that was expected of me. I lived by the Book, for the Book. The only things that were missing were a husband and children. Soon after my father returned home, a distant cousin was selected to be my husband. This would mean submission not only to Allah, but to him as well.

The hell at the end of life for me seemed abstract, but the hell of being forced to submit to this man was immediate, and final.

This would be the hell of never feeling love, the hell of never choosing my mate, the hell of spending my life with a stranger.

A man from whom I would have to ask permission before being allowed to exercise my everyday freedom. A man who could take my body without permission. This stranger had my father on his side. He had the Holy Book on his side.

I—fortunately—had my imagination on my side. I allowed myself to be swept away. I suppressed my fear of the Day of Judgment and the pressure of the Holy Book, and I fled. I fled to Amsterdam and asked for asylum from my family, from my God, and for my life.

And I got it.

I arrived in a new land where there were no clans, no tribes, and not one but several holy books. I avoided contact with people from home, people who reminded me of the Holy Book. I avoided them because of the fear of burning in hell that had been ingrained in me as a child. They carried the same paralyzing fear.

Instead, I spent time with the "we" of the West. I learned their language and I read their books; I read about how religious they had been; how they had evolved toward secularism. How they had pushed God from the public life. I recognized myself in how Maarten 't Hart (the brilliant Dutch novelist and author who also wrote the classic book of atheist thought) had been shaped by stifling rituals and the fear of the hereafter—not with Ma's padlocks but with padlocks on his imagination.

I read Plato, Aristotle, Spinoza, and Descartes; Augustine and Thomas Mann; Machiavelli and Hobbes; Rousseau and Voltaire; Locke, Bentham, and Mill.

One after the other these philosophers expanded my imagination. But they frightened me, too; for each of them made me think of how different they were from the Holy Book.

Discovering Freud put me in contact with an alternative moral system. I had never once imagined that a moral framework could exist that wasn't based on religion. In my world, if you didn't accept God, you couldn't have morality. And yet here was psychology with no religious roots and with a clear explanation of the sexuality that had tortured me so much as an adolescent.

Sometimes it seemed as if almost every page I read challenged me as a Muslim. Darwin said creation stories were fairy tales; Freud said we had no power over ourselves. Spinoza said there were no miracles, no angels, no need to pray to anything outside ourselves; God is us and Nature. Emile Durkheim said humans fantasized religion to give themselves a sense of security.

To read these books of Western thought was sinning in the eyes of Islam, Even the history of how modern states were formed confronted me with contradictions in my belief in Allah. The Holy Book says there can be no government without God; the Holy Book is Allah's book of laws for the conduct of worldly affairs.

Drinking wine and wearing trousers were nothing compared to reading the history of ideas. I repeated to myself that one day, when I was back in a Muslim environment, I would once again fully obey God's laws. Meanwhile, in the West I would be honest. I would try not to harm anyone. I would not adopt the ideas I was reading about, but I would keep on reading.

Then, on a day of overwhelming events, on a bright Tuesday morning in New York and Washington and western Pennsylvania, planes full of people flew into buildings full of people. I could no longer escape the Holy Book. It had caught up with me in the West.

I screwed my eyes shut and thought to myself, in Somali, "Oh Allah, please let it not be Muslims who did this."

I had to make a choice.

War had been declared in the name of Islam, my religion. Where did I stand? I picked up the Holy Book and found bin Laden's words of justification. I didn't want to question God's word, but I needed to ask: did the attacks stem from true belief in true Islam?

The little box at the back of my mind, into which I had stuffed all my dissonant thoughts, snapped open, and it refused to close again. I had to make the leap to believing that the Holy Book was relative—not absolute, not the literal syllables pronounced by God, but a historical record, written by men 150 years after the Prophet Muhammed's death.

In other words, it was just another book.

I cannot deny that I have been formed by the Muslim culture in which I was raised. When people ask me now if I am a Muslim, I can only say that I am a Muslim and yet I am not a Muslim.

I am a Muslim because I empathize with the man who removes his daughter from school. He is afraid that she might lose her virginity, afraid that everyone will jeer at him because of it. He is scared that she might never find a husband, afraid that God will punish him for not having made the effort to find a husband before she reaches puberty.

I empathize with this man because he and his fears remind me of my family. In his mind's eye, all he is trying to do is to be a good father and a good Muslim.

I am a Muslim because I identify with the girl at school who does not report her friend's absence from school to the authorities. This girl is torn between loyalty to her friend and loyalty to her family, her clan, and her God. This girl is too young and too weak to alert the teachers and the police. I understand her actions becatfSe I was a witness in Nairobi when so many girls were removed from our school and forced to marry. I felt sorry for them but I told myself at the time that there was nothing I could do for them.

I am a Muslim because I understand why the mother in Palestine ululates when she learns that her son has blown himself up in order to kill jews. Just as I had in Sister Aziza's and Boqol Sawm's preachings, this mother would have learned that a child who dies for the sake of God is rewarded for eternity. That is what she is celebrating: her child's closeness to God. I know that her hatred of the Jews goes beyond the conflict of territory. I had no Jewish neighbors and Israel lay far away, but I used to hate Jews because that is what Ma, Grandma, our neighbors, peers, imams, and preachers taught me to do. Hating the Jews would please Allah.

I understand why so many young men and women leading modern lives are reverting back to lives of submission. They can't ignore the reminders of the Holy Book and its author: audio and video recitations, televised and cybersermons. All these reminders point in one direction: bow to He who raised the sky high; He who fixed the mountains firm; He who spread the earth out. Have you forgotten the day of Al-Ghashiyah. When all mankind stands naked before God. When those who forgot the hereafter will be put in fire and When they will be made to drink Dari from a boiling hot spring.

It is the fear of this day that makes girls in their late teens and twenties throw away their makeup and their perfume and replace their miniskirts, trousers, and trendy bags with headscarves and burkas. It is the fear that has been ingrained in us as kids through the Holy Book and its author with the ninety-nine names, that has us throwing away our records of jazz, pop, and blues, turning away from the pubs arid rushing back to the prayer houses. It is the horror of what Allah will do to us in the hereafter that pushes some of us over the edge. I empathize with the bearded man and the veiled girl because I know what that fear feels like.

I am a Muslim because I understand why so many Muslims are silent when the Holy Book is invoked to behead captured aid workers, journalists, and other Western wanderers. They are silent because silence is less terrifying than an argument with the author of the Holy Book, who has given the command to behead infidels.

I am a Muslim because I feel the deafening collective mania that sends men, women, and children to the streets when the Holy Book is allegedly flushed down a toilet or when cartoons of Muhammad appear in a newspaper. Anyone who violates the sanctity of the book, its author, or his messenger, must be killed, and believers who do not condemn the violators are themselves sinners and Will be denied entry into heaven.

At the same time, I am not a Muslim, because I have lost the fear of the Holy Book. I have lost the terror of being burned alive after I die and being forced to drink the bitter Dari.

My empathy now lies with the girl who cannot finish school, who Will spend the rest of her life locked in with padlocks. Not the gold and steel padlocks of my mother but padlocks on her intellect.

I am not a Muslim, because I lost respect for the book and its author and his messenger. I lost respect for them because of their bloodthirsty demands to kill and hate. I now feel the common humanity with those whom I once shunned: the Jews, Christians, atheists, gays, and sinners of all stripes and colors.

I lost respect not for Muslims, but for what they fear, I am accused of hating Muslims and vilifying their Holy Book and their prophet.

I do not hate Muslims.

But I do detest the submission of free will.

In a democracy, unlike a tribal society or a religious community we do not acquire loyalty through fear and threats of being ostracized. A mature democracy grooms its members to become citizens through education in freedom, in responsibility, in tolerance, and in generosity There are no promises of heaven or hell. In a democracy this life is to be celebrated.

For a democracy to thrive, the freedom of imagination of all of its members is a must. Only the ignorant and the naive cannot see that societies built on tribalism and religious dogma are destined to fail.

I would like to pay tribute to democracies in general and the Sydney Writers' Festival specifically for creating important forums for the free exchange of ideas, concepts, discussion, and debate. Where there is no disagreement there will be no growth.

Did you know that Australian doctors are struggling to treat victims of female genital mutilation? Little girls who tell the doctors that it hurts to urinate; teenagers who tell the doctors that menstruation hurts; and girls of twelve, thirteen, and fourteen who are married and have difficulty giving birth. Yes, you heard me: these are child brides, not in Saudi Arabia but in Australia!

Why, in this wealthy nation, do you allow Saudi Arabia to finance schools here? The kids who attend these so-called Muslim schools are Australian citizens. Should they not be groomed to become Australians with Australian values of life, and freedom, and tolerance? Why abandon them and look the other way as their hearts and minds are filled with the fear of the Day of the Overwhelming Event?

Those who think of a book as holy and of a man as infallible will claim to be offended, shocked, and disturbed when the claim of absolute truth in that book is questioned and the infallibility of its prophet is challenged. But isn't the freedom of expression vital, even if it may offend, shock, or disturb? Isn't freedom of thought and expression the most important pillar of a free society? Those of us who are offended by the teachings of the Koran do not call for it to be banned. Those for whom the Koran is holy should learn to accept that their book is not above criticism.

We Muslims come from collectives. We come from tribes. We missed the Enlightenment. You give us your compassion, your medicine, your money But instead of your wealth, share with us your values. Protect us from the bearded men in long robes from Medina and Mecca. It is up to you to communicate your beliefs louder than those of Islam and of those in the Koran.

Let us use our imagination and compete with the agents of Islam for the hearts and minds of our youth.

Islam is not a race; it is a religion.

No book, not even a holy one, is above review.

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CHRISTIANS  CALL  THEIR  BOOK  THE  BIBLE  -  HOLY!  FUNDAMENTAL  CHRISTIANS  SAY  THE  BIBLE  IS  INSPIRED….. THAT  IT  IS  THE  INSPIRED  WORD  OF  GOD.

BUT  THIS  INSPIRED  WORD  HAS  COME  UNDER  CRITICAL  INSPECTION  IN  THE  LAST  400  YEARS  OR  SO.

SOME  PEOPLE  SAY  ITS  FULL  OF  CONTRADICTIONS;  SO  OTHERS  HAVE  WRITTEN  BOOKS  ON  THE  SO-CALLED  CONTRADICTIONS  OF  THE  BIBLE,  AND  ANSWERED  MOST  IF  NOT  ALL  OF  THE  PASSAGES  THAT  SEEM  TO  CONTRADICT  EACH  OTHER.

THE  CHRISTIAN  HOLY  BIBLE  HAS  COME  UNDER  OTHER  ATTACKS  BY  SCEPTICS  AND  ATHEISTS.

THE  CHRISTIAN  BIBLE  IS  OUT  THERE  TO  BE  RIDICULED,  CHALLENGED,  INSULTED,  SCOFFED  AT,  LAMPOONED,  MOCKED,  SCORNED,  AND  JUST  NOT  TAKEN  SERIOUSLY.  OVER  TIME  IT  HAS  ENDURED  ALL  THE  PREVIOUS  ATTACKS.

IN  THE  LAST  100  YEARS  OR  MORE,  CHRISTIANS  HAVE  NOT  WAGED  WAR  ON  INDIVIDUALS  OR  GROUPS/NATIONS  OF  PEOPLE  WHO  DISMISS  THE  BIBLE  WITH  A  WAVE  OF  THE  HAND.  THIS  IS  NOT  TO  SAY  A  FEW  INDIVIDUALS  HAVE  TAKEN  SOMEONE’S  LIFE  BECAUSE  THEY  RIDICULED  THE  BIBLE.  SUCH  ACTED  WITHOUT  ANY  BACKING  TO  DO  SO  FROM  THE  BIBLE,  AND  CERTAINLY  THE  NEW  TESTAMENT  OF  THAT  BIBLE.  CHRISTIANS  AS  A  WHOLE  HAVE  LEARNT  TO  DISMISS  ATTACKS  OF  EVERY  KIND  ON  THE  BIBLE,  AND  JUST  LET  PEOPLE  SAY  WHAT  THEY  WANT  ABOUT  THE  BIBLE,  WITHOUT  CALLING  FOR  THEIR  DEATH.

SUCH  CAN  NOT  BE  SAID  ABOUT  ISLAM,  AND  ATTACKING  THEIR  BOOK  THE  KORAN,  AND  THEIR  PROPHET  MUHAMMAD.

IF  SOMEONE  FROM  THE  ISLAMIC  RELIGION  WOULD  READ  WHAT  I’VE  WRITTEN  AND  SAID  ABOUT  THE  KORAN,  MUHAMMAD,  AND  THE  ISLAMIC  RELIGION……. I  WOULD  PROBABLY  GO  ON  THEIR  “HIT  LIST”  TO  BE  PUT  TO  DEATH;  WELL  ON  THE  HIT  LIST  OF  FUNDAMENTAL  ISLAMIC  PEOPLE.

AT  THE  PRESENT  CHRISTIANITY  OF  ALL  SECTS  DO  NOT  OPERATE  IN  THAT  MIND-SET.  THAT  WILL  CHANGE  AT  THE  END  OF  THIS  AGE,  BUT  FOR  NOW  CHRISTIANITY  IS  NOT  SEEKING  OUT  THOSE  WHO  OPPOSE  IT,  SO  THEY  CAN  BE  PUNISHED  WITH PHYSICAL  HARM,  EVEN  DEATH.   

BUT  AS  OF  THE  PRESENT  TIME [MAY  2017]  ISLAM  DOES  NOT  ALLOW  ANY  CRITICISM  OF  THE  KORAN,  AND  THE  PROPHET  MUHAMMAD,  WITHOUT  DEATH  THREATS  UPON  THOSE  WHO  WOULD  VOICE  SUCH  NEGATIVE  COMMENTS  ON  THEIR  HOLY  BOOK  AND  PROPHET……. WELL  THE  FUNDAMENTAL  MUSLIMS   WOULD  BE  OF  THAT  MIND-SET.

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CLEAR THINKING FOR MUSLIMS....badly needed!

From  the  book  “THE  CAGED  VIRGIN”  by  Ayaan  Hirsi  Ali

ALL  BLACK  LETTERING  IS  MINE  -  KEITH HUNT

A Call for Clear Thinking

After the carnage of the terrorist bombings in London on July 7, 2,005, Tony Blair defined the situation as a battle of ideas. "Our values will long outast theirs," he said, to the silent acquiescence of the world leaders who stood alongside him. "Whatever [the terrorists] do, it is our determination that they will never succeed in destroying what we hold dear in this country and in other civilized nations throughout the world."

By defining this as a battle of values, Blair raised the question, Which values are at stake? Those who love freedom know that the open society relies on a few key shared concepts. They believe that all humans are born free, are endowed with reason, and have inalienable rights. These governments are checked by the rule of law, so that civil liberties are protected. They ensure freedom of conscience and freedom of expression, and ensure that men and women, homosexuals and heterosexuals, are entitled to equal treatment and protection under the law. And these governments have free-trade practices and an open market, and people may spend their recreational time as they wish.

The terrorists, and the Shai’a-based societies to which they aspire, have an entirely different philosophical point of view. 

Societies that espouse the following of Shar1’a law, which is a code derived from a literalist reading of the Koran, are fundamentalist Islamists. 

They believe that people are born to serve Allah through a series of obligations that are prescribed in an ancient body of writings. These edicts vary from rituals of birth and funeral rites to the most intimate details of human life; they descend to the point of absurdity in matters such as how to blow your nose and with what foot to step into a bathroom. Humans in this philosophy must kill those among them who leave their faith, and are required to be hostile to people of other religions and ways of life. In their hostility, they are even sanctioned in the murder of innocent people. The edicts make no distinction between civilians and the military—anyone who does not share this faith is an infidel and can be marked for murder.

In this Shari'a society, women are subordinate to men. 

They must be confined to their houses, beaten if found disobedient, forced into marriage, and hidden behind the veil. The hands of thieves are cut off and capital punishment is performed on crowded public squares in front of cheering crowds. The terrorists seek to impose this way of life not only in Islamic countries, but, as Blair said, on Western societies too.

The central figure in this struggle is not Bin Laden, or Khomeini, or Hassan al-Banna, or Sayyid Qutb, but Muhammad. A pre-medieval figure to whom these four men—along with all faithful Muslims in our modern world—look for guidance, Muhammad and his teachings offer a fundamental challenge to the West. Faithful Muslims—all faithful Muslims—believe that they must emulate this man, in principle and practical matters, under all circumstances. 

And so, before we embark on a battle of ideas, we will need to take a look at this figure, and his presence in the daily lives and homes of faithful Muslims today.

On reading the Koran and the traditional writings, it is apparent that Muhammad's life not only provides rules for the daily lives of Muslims, it also demonstrates the means by which his values can be imposed. Yet remnants from some of the earliest Korans in existence, dating from the seventh and eighth centuries, show small aberrations from the text that is now considered the standard Koran. Nonetheless, just as some fundamentalist Christians cannot understand that the Bible went through numerous changes, interpretations, and translations before it became the contemporary text now widely used, and consider it inerrant, many fundamentalist Muslims consider the Koran a perfect, timeless representation of the unchanging word of God.

NO  THE  BIBLE  DID  NOT  GO  THROUGH   NUMEROUS  CHANGES,  INTERPRETATIONS……SHE  IS  GETTING  THAT  FROM  THE  PROTESTANT  WORLD  WHERE  SUCH  DID  HAPPEN,  AND  NUMEROUS  TRANSLATIONS,  IN  THE  MODERN  WORLD  BASED  ON  TWO  CORRUT  MSS,  THE  VATICAN’S  AND  SINAITICUS.  THE  KJV  ENGLISH  TRANSLATION  WAS  FROM  THE  THOUSANDS  OF  GREEK  MSS  AVAILABLE  FOR  HUNDREDS  OF  YEARS.  WELL  ALL  THIS  IS  GIVEN  IN  DETAIL  UNDER  “HOW  WE  GOT  THE  BIBLE”  ON  THIS  WEBSITE  -  Keith Hunt

To spread his visions and teachings, which he believed to be from God, and to consolidate his secular power, Muhammad built the House of Islam using military tactics that included mass killing, torture, targeted assassination, lying, and the indiscriminate destruction of productive goods. 

This may be embarrassing, and even painful, for moderate Muslims to admit and to consider, but it is historical fact. 

And a close look at the propaganda produced by the terrorists reveals constant quotation of Muhammad's deeds and edicts to justify their actions and to call on other Muslims to support their cause.

In their thinking about radical Muslim terrorism, most politicians, journalists, intellectuals, and other commentators have avoided the core issue of the debate, which is Muhammad's example. 

In order to win the hearts and minds of those millions of undecided Muslims, it is crucial to engage them in a process of clear thinking on how to evaluate the moral guidance of the man whose compass they follow. The advantage of this rational process is that it provides an alternative to the Utopia as well as the hell promised by the terrorists. Indeed, the threat of hell is the single most effective menace that the fundamentalists hold over the heads of young men and women in order to indoctrinate and intimidate them into violent action. 

Yet the literal translation of Utopia is "not [a] place," from the Greek "ou," meaning not, or no, plus topos, meaning place. The dictionary defines a Utopia as "an imaginary and indefinitely remote place." The true alternative to such an impossible place is the open society, democracy, which has already been empirically proven to work. The open society gives Muslims, as it gives Christians and Jews, the opportunity to liberate themselves from the ever-present menace of hell. The extremists tell the young people that they must defend their faith, avenge insults against Muhammad and the holy word of God, the Koran. What is it exactly that they think they are defending?

A call for clear thought on this important question should not be offensive, or hurtful, to Muslims. 

And yet many people in the West flinch from doing so. 

The communis opinio seems to hold that questioning or criticizing a holy figure is not polite behavior, somehow not done. This movement for cultural relativism within Western society betrays the basic values on which our open society is constructed. As thinking human beings, we should never censor our analytic thoughts; we should never censor our reason.

Along these lines, I would argue that Prime Minister Blair should rethink his bill against blasphemy. Years ago, some British Muslims unsuccessfully called for Salman Rushdie to be tried under Britain's blasphemy law after the publication of his controversial novel The Satanic Verses, But the law only recognized blasphemy against the Church of England, Britain's dominant, official religion. But in June 2005, the British parliament approved government plans to outlaw incitement to religious hatred. This bill was aimed primarily at preventing racism against Muslims in Britain. Even though the home secretary argued that the bill wasn't about stopping people from making jokes about religion—which would be a tragedy in the land that gave birth to Monty Python—or stopping people from having robust debates about religion, it is unclear why this bill was necessary. 

Inciting religious hatred is already against the law. And as the head of a civil rights group in Britain said, "In a democracy there is no right not to be offended." 

He added that religion is related to a body of ideas and people have the right to debate and criticize other people's ideas. Another activist fighting the bill averred, "The freedom to criticize ideas, any ideas—even if they are sincerely held beliefs—is one of the fundamental freedoms of society." As of this writing, the House of Lords has returned the bill to the House of Commons, saying it is a bad bill.

Muslims in Europe and across the world may be seen as roughly dividing into three groups. Most visible are the terrorists, who resort to violence (and their allies, the fundamentalists, who do not kill or maim, but provide the terrorists with material and nonmaterial or psychological assistance).

Second, their polar opposite is group of people (and although tiny, it is growing) who may be characterized by its questioning of the relevance and moral soundness of Muhammad's example. They may one day provide an intellectual counterweight to the terrorists and their supporters. I, who was born and bred a Muslim, count myself among them. We in this group have embraced the open society as a true alternative to a society based on the laws of Muhammad—a better way to build a framework for human life. We could call this group the reformers.

The terrorists have far more power and resources than the reformers, but both groups vie to influence the thinking of the vast majority of Muslims. The reformers use only nonviolent means, like writing, to draw attention to debates over core values. The terrorists and fundamentalists, however, use force, the threat of force, appeals to pity ("look at what the West is doing to Islam and Muslims"), and ad hominem smears to evoke a knee-jerk community to withdraw into self-defense. 

In the West, these tactics give rise to moral relativists who defend so-called victims of Islamophobia; meanwhile, the reformists are shunned by their families and communities and live under the constant fear of assassination. In short, the core of the debate is made taboo, and the fundamentalists attain a near-monopoly on the hearts and minds of the third and largest group of Muslims, the undecided.

Who are these "undecided" Muslims? 

They are the group to which Tony Blair refers when he says, "The vast and overwhelming majority of Muslims here and abroad are decent and law-abiding people." They live in Edgware Road and Bradford, and in Amsterdam and Saint Denis; they are not fervent observers of every ritual of Islam, but they count themselves as believers. They are immigrants and second-generation youths who have come to the West to enjoy the benefits of the open society, in which they have a vested interest. 

But they do not question the infallibility of Muhammad and the soundness of his moral example. 

They know that Muhammad calls for slaughter of infidels; they know that the open society rightly condemns the slaughter of innocents. They are caught in a mental cramp of cognitive dissonance, and it is up to the West to support the reformists in trying to ease them out of that painful contradiction. The established Muslim organizations, which operate on government subsidy, offer no more than a cosmetic approach to eradicating terrorism inspired by the prophet Muhammad—"peace be upon Him," naturally.

The first victims of Muhammad are the minds of Muslims themselves. 

They are imprisoned in the fear of hell and so also fear the very natural pursuit of life, liberty, and happiness. 

There is as yet no consensus in the West on whether to support the side of the radical reformers. 

The present-day attitude of Western cultural relativists, who flinch from criticizing Muhammad for fear of offending Muslims, allow Western Muslims to hide from reviewing their own moral values. This attitude also betrays the tiny majority of Muslim reformers who desperately require the support—and even the physical protection—of their natural allies in the West.

Muslims must review and reform their approach to Muhammad's teachings if those who love freedom and the open society are to coexist peacefully with them. 

The terrorists and their allies the fundamentalists should not dictate to us Westerners the rules of the game. 

We must maintain and proclaim our core values of free and open debate, of rational thinking, and the rule of law not religion. 

In this, the resolve of the British people to preserve civil rights is brave, and should be an example to all of us. 

The use of torture and the denial of legal rights to suspects of terrorism will serve only to corrupt Western systems and views of the West as a model of openness. 

Such actions also provide the terrorists with facts that serve as ammunition to prove their specious argument that the West is hypocritical and morally confused.

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UNTIL  THE  POLITICIANS  OF  THE  WEST  ARE  WILLING  TO  SEE  THE  WHOLE  PICTURE;  ARE  WILLING  TO  READ  THE  BOOKS  BY  AYAAN  ALI;  ARE  WILLING  TO  LEARN  WHAT  THEY  ARE  UP  AGAINST  IN  ALLOWING  MUSLIMS  INTO  THE  WEST;  UNTIL  WESTERN  LEADERS  LAY  DOWN  THAT  MUSLIMS  COMING  INTO  THE  WEST  CANNOT  PRACTICE  FEMALE  CIRCUMCISION,  AND  ARRANGED  MARRIAGES;  MUST  SEND  ALL  THEIR  CHILDREN  TO  A  NATION’S  SCHOOL [NOT  BE  ALLOWED  TO  HAVE  THEIR  OWN  SCHOOLS]  -  UNTIL  ALL  THIS  IS  BROUGHT  TO  THE  FRONT  LINE  IN  WESTERN  NATIONS……WE  SHALL  SIMPLY  BE  GROWING  THE  ENEMY  WITHIN,  FOR  SOME  OF  THESE  CHILDREN  WILL  GROW  UP  [AS  IT  HAS  ALREADY  HAPPENED]  TO  FOLLOW  EXACTLY  WHAT  THE  KORAN  AND  MUHAMMAD  TEACH.  AND  SO  THEY  WILL  BE  THE  ENEMY  WITHIN!!

Keith Hunt