Saturday, March 18, 2006

"Fixing Islam”—an achievable objective, or a fool’s errand?

In this recent post over at Infidel Bloggers Alliance, a debate came up in the comments between a former Muslim (an apostate) and a self-proclaimed “Liberal Muslim” who is choosing to stay in Islam so he can “fix it.”

“Fixing Islam”—now that remark got me thinking. This, of course, refers to reforming the religion of Islam. Given this religion’s traditional nature, is fixing Islam even a feasible endeavor? Let’s examine that question in some detail.

Islam was founded by the alleged self-proclaimed prophet Mohammed in the seventh century, Muslim claims of “everyone since Adam has been a Muslim” notwithstanding. Without Mohammad, Allah, the Koran, and Islam would be unknown. Islam has never existed, and cannot exist, without invoking the example of Mohammed’s life, his actions, and his words. He is the religion's sole prophet, Islam’s solitary example, Allah’s lone conduit. Mohammed has been hailed by 14 centuries of Islam as the perfect soul, the model of behavior that every Muslim must strive to emulate.

So what did Mohammed spend his one life on earth doing? According to authentically Islamic sources, here is what Mohammed did in his lifetime:

-He had political opponents murdered
-He murdered prisoners of war, sometimes after the most brutal of torture
-He seized the women and children of his victims, using them for sexual favors, taking them as wives and concubines, selling them into slavery for profit, or sometimes all of the above
-He agreed to peace treaties with his enemies (“hudnas”), and then broke the agreements as soon as such action was to his advantage
-He and his followers stole anything and everything they could get their hands on, in order to finance their movement and obscenely enrich themselves
-He and his followers had repeated sexual intercourse with children

This foregoing list is but scratching the surface. “By their fruits ye shall know them,” goes the Biblical parable. Judging Mohammed by his actions, he was plainly no prophet—rather, he was a pirate, terrorist, pedophile, thief, liar, and murderer.

How can any honorable, decent movement or religion ever be based on or draw its inspiration from such a man? Any house built on such rotten foundations will itself be rotten, and be beyond fixing. Trying to fix such a structure would be a colossal waste of time and effort. Ask anyone in construction, or any engineer, and they can tell you—if the foundations of a building are unsound, the only solution is to start over from scratch.

Throughout fourteen centuries, despite endless attempts to do so, no one has ever come close to succeeding to ‘repairing’ the Mohammedan faith. Why should we expect any future attempts to succeed? In fact, all such ‘Islamic reform movements’, like the Wahabis of Saudi Barbaria, have only managed to extend Islam’s inherent depravity.

So here’s how I see it. Trying to ‘fix Islam’, considering the indisputable actions of its founder, is like trying to build a respectable political party based on Hitler’s crackpot racial theories. It simply can’t be done!

13 comments:

Andrew of Arabia said...

Well your list would certainly explain a lot! I think you make a good point that a building built on shaky foundations is doomed to collapse although I think that there must eventually come a breaking point. A point in which things become so bad that a new reformation-type movement springs up that could possibly inject new vitality into Islam. The only problem with this scenario is that, historically, we would be forced through massive sectarian strife before things calmed down again. Perhaps we can be assured that things have to get worse before they can get better.

dag said...

Islam is a garbage poligion, and those who support it are vile. I don't even have sympathy for those too evil to give it up. I hate them for supporting evil. There's no excuse. Islam is a crime against Humanity. Those who support it are criminals. Those who are moderate are criminals. Those who say nothing much about it are criminals. It's linguistic common sense. A crime is a crime is a crime; and Islam is a crime. Moslems are criminals.

Cubed © said...

I cast my vote for "it's impossible to 'fix it' from within." That would be like trying to "fix" the American government-run educational system from within; in the case of both institutions, the necessary "fix" and the exisitng entrenched goals of the institutions are mutually exclusive.

I doubt that a "reformation" movement is possible. The belief that Mohammed took dictation from Allah is too strong, and the vicious mandates that are supposed to be Allah's direct commands can't be "put back in the toothpaste tube," so to speak.

In order to have a "reformation" with any meaning, Mohammed and the Koran would have to be rejected, and that ain't gonna happen.

I truly do not understand how it is that good and decent people (Irshad Manji comes to mind as an example) can remain members of an organization that so evil, all the while knowing the nature and extent of the evil. Their attempts to stimulate "change from within" are an exercise in futility.

What's the point? What are they trying to save? Why are they trying to save it? If they want and need a religion, why not pick another existing religion, or just start all over?

Anum Mahktar said...

Jesus was the first Muslim and his apostles were Allah's followers. Before you commit blasphemy, you need prayer to be forgiven.

The Anti-Jihadist said...

Woohoo! Our designated Muzzie moonbat has returned! You mean to tell me that PI hasn't been banned or blocked in whatever -stan you happen to exist in? We want a fatwa!

dag said...

I wouldn't normally refer to a woman as a creepy piece of shit but I weent to her blog and read some of her drivel, and I see that she converted to Islam because she married some arsehole and has a bunch of kids with him. I'm waiting next to find out if she's had her daughters mutilated. I'm waiting to find that she's sent one of here sons to explode in a crowded marketplace. I'm waiting to find that she's been tossed out on her fat ugly arse because here disgusting husband got sick of her and bought some new idiot piece of shit to take her place as his field mattress in dar al Harb.

But I'm not waiting at all for any of it: I'm waiting for the police to throw her and her evil bastard husband into prison.

Avenging Apostate said...
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Avenging Apostate said...

Anti Jihadist,

Beautiful post, and I fully agree with 'Trying to ‘fix Islam’, considering the indisputable actions of its founder, is like trying to build a respectable political party based on Hitler’s crackpot racial theories. It simply can’t be done!'

Anum Mahktar,

'Jesus was the first Muslim and his apostles were Allah's followers...'

Should I pity you? You did convert to Islam but I can safely say you didn't read the Koran. And by reading the Koran I don't mean you moved back and forth reciting something you didn't understand.

The Koran does say that Jesus was the first Moslem but then again it says that Adam was the first Moslem, in one place its Abraham, and in another it is Mohammed, etc. So which one is it? Or do we play the multiple choice crap here and check beside the name of the prophet most dear to us?

Your Allah plays too many sick games for me to believe in him or his word

Think over it, only if you still have the ability to do so.

Avenging Apostate said...

Cubed,

'I doubt that a "reformation" movement is possible. The belief that Mohammed took dictation from Allah is too strong, and the vicious mandates that are supposed to be Allah's direct commands can't be "put back in the toothpaste tube," so to speak.

In order to have a "reformation" with any meaning, Mohammed and the Koran would have to be rejected, and that ain't gonna happen.'


My words exactly, you wrote it beautiful and clear.

MissingLink said...

Jesus was the first Muslim and his apostles were....

And she (Anus Farttar)doesn't even know The holy Qura'n.
In fact the Holy Qur'an does contradicts itself as it names three diffrent propehts as the first Muslim on three different occasions:
2:132 - Abraham
7:143 Moses
39:12 Muhammad
but JC is never mentioned as the NO 1 Muzzie at all!!

Is Anus just an American CIA agent pretending to be a Muzzie?

Avenging Apostate said...

Missinglink

Is Anus just an American CIA agent pretending to be a Muzzie?

If that's true then this agent has a rotten sense of humor. Shame!

MissingLink said...

Apostate,
If that's true then this agent has a rotten sense of humor. Shame!

I agree, SHAME!
Better recruiting strategies should be put in place immediately.
And she appears to be so lonely.

Anonymous said...

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 re-energised. 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.