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Horror My story begins on the excruciatingly hot day Friday, the 2nd of May. I woke up in earnest to reach (More) My story begins on the excruciatingly hot day Friday, the 2nd of May. I woke up in earnest to reach the school and upon arriving I ran into several Muslims. One of them cordially invited me to dine with him and a friend in the upper class area of Crossroads Bellevue in a well-publicized but exquisite cuisine known to many as Red Robins but known to us as 'laal parindah'. Upon arriving, we all order our meals. I order a crispy fish sandwich which was of an outstanding quality. I also received with it large fries which I refilled a few times and along with the water which I refilled repeatedly, I ate to my hearts content. In joining these Muslim friends of mine I didn't heed the word of several brothers warning me that I wouldn't catch Juma' if I went. I was naive. It was approximately 2:15 when we headed out and by the time we reached the Musjid, Juma was over. This depressed me a bit and so I took my anger out on the person that invited me.
It was foolish, for the blame lay on my own shoulders in trusting him to make sure I get to Juma and in not keeping a good track of time. So I than asked my comrades to drop me off at school, which they did. I went to the reflection room at approximately 2:50 to make up my prayer and my sincere depression, I fell asleep in the musala. I woke up twice in the midst of my nap only to fall back asleep. I woke up again and made my 'asr salah. Than I went back to sleep. It was now 6:00(ish) and I thought "you know, I ought to leave by now", so I rose from my position and exited the musala. The situation before me was surreal. Everything was dark, cold, lonely. The computers were on, but nobody was using them. The lights in the library offices were on, but nobody was in the offices. In fact, as I walked through areas, lights lit up by sensor. I was, nay, am Legend. I made a thorough examination of the entire library complex only to find myself utterly hauntingly alone.
I turned on my cell-phone video camera to record what could very well have been my last moments in light of the number of sexual predators and serial killers living in Washington state (case in point: Green river killer). I was scared for my life and becoming increasingly anxious, wondering what was happening. Finally, I went to the door and to my surprise, they were unlocked. I exited them with joy - now realizing that in fact I had not been locked in as the locks only functioned from the outside. As I made my way out, I saw Abdur Rahman, my hero, my superman, my batman and my Robin who had come also to pray at the Musala but was dismayed by the fact that the library was closed. As I tried to re-enter, sure enough, it was locked. And here ends the tale, "Seyyid Mohammad Hamza ibn Najim Ussaqib Mufti's Day of Horror, Trapped in a Library in Which he was Actually Not Even Trapped" by Seyyid Mohammad Hamza ibn Najim Ussaqib Mufti.
In case I don't make it out of this scenario alive, I have left those who find my remains with video evidence and record of the carnage that befell me. Behold and remember my memory, remember the smiles I brought to your faces, the sadness I brought to your hearts and the happiness I brought into your lives. Remember the only person that truly reflected in the reflection room - in his dreams. I have spared no details. (Less)
No*Different There is no difference between those who react to a cartoon or any media or personal lifestyle (More) There is no difference between those who react to a cartoon or any media or personal lifestyle content with a call for violence and oppression, than those who hide behind the construct and flag of what they consider to be the right to free speech and freedom without the need to be held responsible for what their words and actions create. No difference between millions who chant "Death to America" while burning flags, than those who gather in mass and call for the banning and burning of Harry Potter, and would have been very willing if given the right, to burn the author at the stake, as the social system they created once did, not long ago, to the many witches and wizards who did not agree with their view of the world. No difference between those who build guarded fences and walls of steel and concrete to exclude others, than those who build them of belief and tradition built upon the actions and violence of the past. No difference between those who cut off heads today in the name of their god, than those who murdered millions of native people in the name of their god, for the purpose of taking their land, driving them onto small, nearly worthless compounds which still serve as prisons of social and economic oppression to this very day. No difference between those who act with vengeance, marching in the street, calling for death and revenge when their god is insulted by a cartoon, than those who do the same when their god is said to be less popular than the Beatles, burning records and calling for revenge, apologies and effectively willing the deaths of John Lennon, Martin Luther King, The Kennedy's, Gandhi etc. etc. etc. No difference between those who hung Christ on a cross and those who hung Blacks from a tree. No difference when both are throwing insults and accusations via radio, TV and the Internet, throwing bombs into buildings, killing children, no difference between the million dollar missile or the suicide backpack. No difference between the man in the armored Hum Vee with a mounted mini gun and the man in the rusted Toyota Pickup with an AK-47, no difference between the helicopter mounted rocket and the shoulder held RPG. No difference as the result is the same, throwing high velocity lead and shrapnel into the bodies of those whom they fear, destroying the homes and lives of those whom "they" decide do not have the right to disagree. No difference in those who enslave women and children by religious means, than those who do so in the work place, behind laws, lifestyle, race, color, gender and even sexual preference. The four corner stones of Fundamental Evil are the same, Fear, Intolerance, Hate, and Revenge, the justification of these acts are all based in the fears which their social system's create, support and perpetuate. The carnage and blood shed can not be glossed over and ignored, for the truth of its reality is open for all who choose to see how it violates the gift and creation which love so freely offers to any and all who truly desire to follow her path. Justification by what ever means, is not by any means, vindication. No matter how high one builds he/r soap box, the foundation will crumble and fail when it sits upon the fractured belief of fear, only the solid faith of love will support those who desire truth. The difference will come when one calls for Peace and the other does the same, when one acts in peace and the other does the same, when one offers tolerance, compassion and love, and the other does the same, then and only then will the difference be the realization and acceptance that there is no difference, there is only - Truth. Peace - All*Ways, leads to Truth. Truth - All*Ways, leads to Peace. WE*ALL ARE SAYING - BUILD PEACE TODAY. One who accepts the fate of today, ignores the possibilities and potential of tomorrow. — Bruce Larson*Moore (Less)
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