Where is the Islam whose scripture I read and cherish? It is a demonstration of humanity’s capacity for immorality that its immortal treasures should be paraded about by those who are dead inside. That the wage of sin is death is no idle threat, but an immediate reality. Those butchers of men who call themselves Muslim? They are but corpses wandering about utterly unable to see for their eyes have gone. God no longer guides them, and there is no freedom inside. They are dangerous rocks tumbling down cliffsides.
Where are the disciples of Averroes? The students of Avicenna? Where is the marvelous syncretism of Akbar the Great. Is nothing thought of Ghazali, or Arabi?
The words which have meant to me so much are yet unheard within the deafening roar of ignorance.
We need religious change in this world. Religion has become a shell which traps the thoughts of the small-minded and what spark there once was dims and fades into the voids of nothingness sent down the barrels of guns and behind blades of swords. God changes not in a people what the people do not first change in themselves, and so let us change ourselves, and let us ensure that every person has those resources required to do the same. It is our duty to ourselves, as viceroys of God, that we ensure life is not reduced to machinery.
Well, butchers of the innocent who dwell across the ocean, I hope you recall the Koran in your deeds, for it will only affirm to me that you are not suffering, but already long gone
“…whoso slays a soul not to retaliate for a soul slain, nor for corruption done in the land, shall be as if he had slain mankind altogether; and whoso gives life to a soul, shall be as if he has given life to mankind altogether. Our Messengers have already come to them with the clear signs; then many of them thereafter commit excesses in the earth.”