THE OTHER 5 PILALRS OF ISLAM

My name is Keyvan, not "Yaghoob"

Why is it that Muslims like you must be so backward that whenever somebody refuses to share your sick hatred of the Jews, the first thing that pops into your medieval mind is that such a person wants to be president of Israel? What are you so afraid of, that the big bad Wolfowitz is going to huff and puff and blow your mosque down? The only thought I have ever had about Israel, other than pitying the Israelis for having to live next door to cretins like you, is to maybe visit the country one day as a tourist. I won't be running for president of Israel, although I wouldn't mind becoming president of Iran, so that maybe I could change their policies in time to prevent a massive military attack by the US or the Israelis in response to the mischief your ayatollahs have been making for the last 30 years.By the way, I am pleased that a Muslim like you disapproves of rape. I'm also surprised, since your own Prophet Muhammad was a sick pervert who married a 6-year-old girl and shtupped her when she was 9.

Then may be this will convince you

Why belive to non-Muslims like me.Here is an confession made by another Iranian who was born in US to an Muslim Iranian parents.

Read how his own grandmather's taought his the real meaning of the word "najess", and his subsequernt decision to leave Islam for goos.

Keyvan Shirazi 
2006/04/27

I am an American son of Iranian immigrants.  My
parents came to the United States in the 1950’s, and I was born and grew
up in the Midwest.  Today I consider myself simply an American, and not an
Iranian-American, for I cannot respect the crude, separatist thinking of
those who hyphenate their identities in this way.  Though my family was
originally Muslim, probably as far back as the early Middle Ages, I am not
now a practicing Muslim, nor have I ever been one in the past.  More to
the point though, recent events in the world, and my own interpretation of
their significance, have lately compelled me to conclude that there is
virtually no chance I would ever become a Muslim in the future.  The
reason I feel this way is because I have come to believe that to devote
oneself to Islam is to risk seriously the loss of one’s humanity and the
right to be called a civilized human being. 

Like many people around the world since 9/11, I too
have wondered what it is that inspires Muslims to become such utterly
bloodthirsty terrorists.  At first, I would insist that the problem lay
with Islamic extremists, the Wahhabis of Saudi Arabia in particular.  When
people challenged me on this, arguing that the problem was the moral
backwardness inherent in Islam itself, I would dismiss their accusations
on the grounds that I personally knew practicing Muslims who were as
peaceful and inoffensive as any people on the planet.  That latter bit I
still know to be true, but the former part of my reasoning – namely, that
the decency of some Muslims exonerated Islam itself – is not an opinion
that I have the energy or the inclination to defend anymore.  I just don’t
feel in my heart that this statement is true.  Every ounce of my common
sense demands that I stop kidding myself. 

And yet it was not the relentless string of terrorist
acts committed by Muslims in Iraq and almost everyplace else that caused
me to abandon the defense of Islam.  It was something that happened over
30 years ago, something I never really thought much about until quite
recently when I realized that the significance of that event was that it
contained at least one of the clues to explaining why global terrorism is
an almost exclusively Islamic phenomenon.   

In 1974, when I was in my late teens I flew to Iran
to spend a few weeks with my extended family members.  Many of these
people have since fled the country to live in Europe and North America. 
Back in the 1970’s, however, when the Shah was in power, Iran was a nation
whose authoritarian government was sufficiently hands-off in the way it
treated the population that if you did not overtly antagonize the ruler
you could lead a reasonably normal, prosperous life.   Iran was no picnic
under the Shah, but nothing like the nightmare it has become under the
turban-headed Islamofascists of today.  There were many places much worse
than Iran back then.  There are not many such places now.   

That same year my sister came to visit Iran with her
first husband, a blond-haired, blue-eyed Scandinavian farm boy from
northern Iowa.  He was a bit of a hippy, though not egregiously so, and he
exhibited a great deal of friendly curiosity to learn about exotic places
like Iran, Turkey and Afghanistan, all of which the two of them explored
that year in an old Volkswagen van.  

Most of the time there we spent with my maternal
relatives, but for a couple of days we went to visit my father’s older
brother at his flat in Tehran.  My uncle’s flat was somewhat crowded, for
he shared it with his wife and a number of other relatives, including my
grandmother.  My grandmother has been dead since 1992, but I think of her
often and truly miss her sweet face and high pitched, chirpy voice.  She
was a devout Muslim who, though illiterate in Farsi, had managed to teach
herself to read the Koran in the original Arabic.  To this day she remains
probably the closest thing to a saintly person I have ever known.  But as
kind and gentle as she was to the end of her life, she was not quite a
saint, and I believe it was her Islamic faith that kept her from reaching
that plateau. 

My grandmother was delighted to see me when I rang my
uncle’s door bell.  My sister and my brother-in-law were with me on that
occasion, and there was a lot of good cheer to go around.  As my
grandmother became increasingly acquainted with my brother-in-law she
clearly liked him.  I remember that unmistakably.  He was definitely
welcome in her home.  And yet, she would not physically touch him, either
to embrace him as a family member, or even to shake his hand.  The reason
for this was simple:  He was not a Muslim, therefore, he was najass.  The
word means “dirty” – not dirty in the sense of physically grimy – but
rather spiritually tainted, filthy in a deeper sense, something akin to an
“Untouchable” in Hindu society.  People who submit to the teachings of
Islam are taught that non-Muslims can no more be touched than pork or
alcohol.  My grandmother truly bore him no ill will, but because she had
submitted to Islam, she felt she had to accept its dictates with respect
to the treatment of non-Muslims. It was less an act of hostility to my
brother-in-law than an act of surrender to her religion.  This is what
strikes me so forcefully today.  As kindly and gentle a person as she was,
her kindness had nothing to do with her being Muslim, as I had previously
thought.  She was kind and decent in spite of being a Muslim, for the only
thing she learned from Islam was an arrogant disdain for different faiths
and those who practice them. 

You might be asking how she managed this self-evident
contradiction.  How could she have liked him and welcomed him into her
home if Islam had taught her that non-Muslims are dirty?  The answer, in
my view, is because Muslims who maintain their humanity and decency do so
by compromising with their faith, by deviating from it in some way.  As
the Koranic scriptures and the Hadiths reveal, being a strict and pure
Muslim requires that a person fill his heart with so much concentrated
hatred for the “unbeliever” that most people simply don’t have the
strength to keep up the daily routine of being an intolerant barbarian. 
So they quietly tell themselves that they will be good Muslims, but only
up to a point.   They will honor and revere the Koran, but they will not
necessarily take it too literally.  Much of what the Koran tells them to
do they will silently ignore. 

My late grandmother maintained her kind-hearted,
cheerful disposition because there was something in her soul besides
Islam, something that – call it what you will - fought with Islam and held
it at bay, enabling her to rise far above the level of the sort of fascist
thug that Islamic doctrine is tailored to produce.  She submitted to
Islam, but for all her outwardly evident devotion, she submitted to it
only partly. 

Now contrast my grandmother with somebody like Umm
Nidal, a member of the Hamas-led parliament in Gaza.  Even by the
Palestinians’ abysmal moral standards this woman is a hideous witch, the
Shelob to Hamas’ orcs, who glories in the fact that her sons blew
themselves to bits simply for the pleasure and “honor” of killing some
Jews.  Umm Nidal is also a devout Muslim, and yet not only is she no
saint, she barely qualifies as a human being at all for she is so
indescribably vile that even her rapist would occupy a higher moral plane
than she does – assuming any man would be stupid enough to touch such a
loathsome creature. 

What makes Umm Nidal different from my grandmother? 
I think the difference is that if you could peer into the Palestinian
witch’s soul you would find nothing there but Islam, a total submission to
this ugly ideology.   

I can no longer argue that the problem in the world
stems merely from Islamic extremists like the Wahhabis.  Yes, they are
arguably the worst of the lot, the scum-de-la-scum, so to speak, of the
Islamic world.  But the Wahhabis are not the root of the problem; Islam
itself is.  And that is why I could never attempt to be any kind of Muslim
at all, much less a “good” Muslim.  The thought of sinking that low is
simply too shameful.  And that my sweet grandmother managed to avoid the
fate of the Palestinian witch is a miracle for which I am genuinely
grateful.

 //www.faithfreedom.org/Testimonials/KeyvanShirazi.htm

well said

which is why dialogue mialgoue and stuff like that is a waste of time with islamo facists. the only langauge they underestand is force and violence and untill every decent human being underestands this we are all in danger.

p.s you did forget "well islam is religon of peace!"

Hay menachem

If your claim is true. Moslems are not good students.

takh-less baba. Empty your pouch. write me which part of the essay you don't agree with.

Not quite, M Maz

Actually moslems learnt these other five pillars you mentioned from Zionist Jews.

Good boy Yaghoob, here is five Sheqel for you to go and buy

ice cream for your anti-muslim comments. One day you'll be the president of Israel but don't rape your employees, OK, good boy. You're the chosen one.

After reading your article we got so enlightened that we (my camel and I) decided to convert to judism. My camel is so excited, he can't wait to meet some female jewish camels. All our thanks goes to you, we were lost and now we are saved.