Friday, July 1, 2016

A few things about Islam that should be blatantly obvious

Also published at Gates of Vienna

I watched a TV debate on Islam the other day. It was one of those standard discussions where the Muslim panellist blamed everyone but Islam and its adherents for the massive problems that exist wherever Islam has a noticeable presence, while the non-Muslim counterpart offered very tepid arguments to try to refute those claims.

Whenever I watch debates like this, it always amazes me that the non-Muslims have such difficulties in delivering clear and concise arguments describing the true nature of Islam. They are unable to do so in a manner that completely annihilates the insidious arguments offered by the supporters of Islam. Because it should be a pretty straightforward process for those who possess more than a basic knowledge of Islam to verbally eviscerate this pernicious ideology, to show how absurd it is to worship such a deviant philosophy and how absolutely outrageous it is for its followers to insist that their ideology is worthy of anyone’s respect

Hence, I have decided to highlight some of the arguments that I believe opponents of Islam should be focusing on whenever they venture into a debate on Islam with Muslims and individuals who have gone a couple of rounds through the politically correct wringer.

Criticism of Islam should be as basic as possible. It should not try to rely on scholarly critiques, which ordinary Non-Muslims still in the dark about the viciousness of the religion only find confusing. The best strategy is to keep it as simple as possible, go for the jugular and ram the message home until it sticks. What follows are a few basic points that ought to be self-evident, irrespective of one’s knowledge of Islamic doctrine.

The first point that I would like to make is that it should be blatantly obvious to any rational person that there is something seriously wrong with Islam, based solely on the poor state of democracy and human rights wherever Islam is the dominant force. Certain alarm bells should go off when reading or watching MSM reports about people in the Islamic world who are routinely executed by stoning, decapitation or simply being hanged from mobile cranes in public squares for having violated some of Islam’s strict codes. A normal sane ideology would never call for punishments of such a nature, and people who commit violent acts of a similar kind are rightly treated as psychopaths in most parts of the Western world.

The second point is this: It should be equally obvious that there is something wrong with Islam based on the countless terrorist attacks that are carried out in its name. To maintain that these attacks are perpetrated exclusively by extremists who do not represent true Islam should, from a purely rational point of view, be dismissed — given the frequencies of the attacks, the fact that they are carried out on practically every continent (Antarctica coming soon!), and that Muslims from all over the world voluntarily and proudly partake in them.

A question that should be asked when listening to claims about “extremists” is this: What are Islam’s views on violence and terror when so many of its adherents, both rich and poor, get the impression that such behaviour is acceptable, and actually believe that it gets them a free ticket to paradise?

My third point is that it should be glaringly evident that Islam has serious democratic deficiencies, considering that outspoken critics of this ideology are routinely targeted both verbally and physically by Muslims all over the world. It is simply intellectual laziness to accept the dishonest claim that these attacks are carried out by a few radicals who misuse their religion. If it had been one or two isolated incidents, then perhaps this claim could be considered, but these episodes occur on a daily basis, and they occur all over the world.

In other words, it’s a systematic tactic used to silence criticism of Islam. Thus, it is part and parcel of Islam’s overall strategy to implement its policies wherever it has a noticeable presence. What other conclusions can be drawn when reading about authors, politicians and activists who have had to go into hiding, or who live under 24 hour police protection for speaking out against this religion, let alone the numerous individuals who have been killed for doing so? It should be clear to anyone that these individuals are being subjected to methods that are otherwise only used by mafia groups. Any organization that utilizes such tactics would in any other circumstances rightfully be labelled as a criminal entity and be dealt with accordingly.

The fourth point that I would like to make is that the claim that ISIS is misusing Islam and that its members aren’t true Muslims can be dismissed purely on logical grounds. In fact, it is a ludicrous argument, given the number of devout Muslims from all corners of the globe that voluntarily flock to join its ranks. And we’re not talking about a few handfuls here and there, but tens of thousands of individuals. Statistical data also corroborate this widespread support for ISIS among Muslim communities all over the world, so the idea that ISIS is un-Islamic falls by its own logic.

Thus, from a rational perspective, ISIS cannot be dismissed as having nothing to do with Islam. If that were the case, then devout Muslims would not migrate to the Caliphate in such large numbers. In fact, that would be just as unlikely as seeing tens of thousands of US conservatives move to Venezuela because they believed that the political system of that particular country was pure capitalism.

My fifth point concerns an aspect that is very obvious, but which many people for some strange reason still seem to have immense difficulties wrapping their heads around. The point is as follows: Muslims who insist on following Islamic law, regardless to what extent, and who advocate the covering up of females in burkas and hijabs, are never going to integrate into our societies. Nor are they going to embrace Western liberal values.

What logical conclusions can be deduced from this little nugget of information? Well, in plain English it means that they reject our laws and our way of life. It means that they do not value freedom of speech and democracy. It could not be made any clearer unless they started holding up big placards stating as much (which they often do). This is of course a very troubling thought, and it should cause some warning lights to flash, because this invariably puts a huge strain on these values, and over time as the Muslim population grows in the West the same values will start to erode rapidly.

The above observations are just a few of the most obvious points that should be self-evident even to people who have no knowledge of Islamic doctrine. When adding everything up, and doing so without tainting the bottom line with politically correct bias, people should be led to the realization that Islam has some serious issues with Western concepts such as freedom of speech, equality and democracy. That again should lead people to the realization that Islam is a dangerous and totalitarian ideology.

When taking all of these aspects into consideration it becomes very clear that Islam has a whole lot more to do with Saudi Arabia and ISIS than it has to do with secular Western democracies, or the sugarcoated picture that the so-called moderate Muslim representatives are trying to paint. Looking at the religion and the countries where Islam is practiced through unbiased eyes makes one realize that this ideology is nothing that one wishes to foist upon any society. Islam evolved 1400 years ago, and to be quite honest, that is where it belongs.

Friday, May 27, 2016


I have written another short story, set in Europe in 2048. It presents a slightly different scenario than the one presented in the “The Caliphate”. I hope you enjoy it.

Jean de Lemoyne took one last sip from the metal can before he crushed it and tossed it with a gentle flick of the wrist. The can hit the black bitumen and rolled for a couple of meters before it came to a complete stop next to a pebble. All the while he kept an observant eye on the robot on the other side of the square, who upon registering the hollow metallic clang turned around and zoomed in on it. Once it had successfully identified it as rubbish, the robot started walking towards it in a leisurely and very human like manner. When it arrived it picked up the can with a graceful and perfectly executed motion, before heading over to the nearest rubbish bin, where it expertly deposited the can in the appropriate compartment.
"See, that's what I don't understand" said Jean shaking his head. He was watching the robot make its way back to its original position at the other end of the square.
"What's that?" said Alain du Troux who was sitting next to him. His long sleek body was leaned comfortably against the dark green hardwood surface of the bench, both arms casually slung over its backrest.
"That they could justify the mass importation of migrants with the insane argument that Europe would face a serious labour shortage if they were turned away. I mean for heaven's sake, everybody knew where things were going even back in the early 2000's. Everyone knew that machines and robots would eventually take over the majority of the jobs that humans were employed to do. Self driving cars, self service checkouts, ATM's and autonomous computers capable of carrying out basic administrative task had been around for several years, greatly limiting the amount of jobs available to the locals. So why the hell did they get away with importing millions upon millions of unskilled migrants from the third world with the bogus claim that these migrants would perform the jobs that no one else wanted to do?" Jean leaned forward, placed his arms on his thighs and sent a generous dose of spit towards the ground between his feet.
"But Jean, you know just as well as me that this was just a pretext," said Alain. "The leadership of the EU knew very well that there wouldn't be any jobs for the people they allowed in. They simply used them to break down nationalism and patriotism in order to abolish the nation states and create their United States of Europe." Alain was keeping a casual eye on the robot who was now busying himself with a piece of wrapping that someone had dropped on the lawn that surrounded the square.
"Yes, I know that. I just don't understand why the Europeans didn't see it for what it was.”
There was a brief silence and all they could hear was the distant laughter of kids playing in the playground on the other side of the park, interspersed with the steady sounds of cars and busses driving past.
"That's not a completely accurate description of reality" said Alain eventually looking over at Jean with eyebrows lowered into a frown. "A lot of people did see through the lies, and they did speak out against it. My grandfather was a vociferous opponent of the open border policy, and he got charged with Islamophobia under the draconic hate speech laws that existed at the time."
"Yes I know that”, said Jean quietly, “and they deserve our respect, but the fact is that the overwhelming majority remained silent and did absolutely nothing, even though the evidence made it abundantly clear that we were heading toward civil unrest and eventually a full scale war." Jean shook his head. "Why the hell didn't they do anything to prevent it? I mean who the hell chooses to ignore, and even actively pursue policies that will lead to such outcomes? What kind of people would voluntarily do so?"
He could feel his anger rising. It always upset him to think about the blatant cowardice that the generations before him had displayed, and which was the primary cause of the European-Arabian war, that had caused nearly 150 million deaths and left two continents in ruins. He had lost his entire family in the conflict, countless friends and acquaintances, and he had ended up serving for more than nine years in the armed forces. His service had taken him all over Europe and Arabia and it had given him physical and mental scars that would never heal. He tried not to dwell too much upon the past, but it was hard not to, and especially given recent events that had dragged everything right back to the forefront of his consciousness.
"I guess a lot of them actually believed in the lies they were told” said Alain. “Others probably just chickened out and chose to remain silent, as not to jeopardize their careers and reputations. You know how bad the peer pressure and consensus mentality were back in those days. Why risk everything by rocking the boat?" Alain took off his sunglasses and started rubbing the lenses with a handkerchief that he had produced from his hip pocket. He held them up against the sunlight before he put them back on again. "Anyway”, he said in a matter-of-factly voice, “Its water under the bridge. There is nothing that we can do about the past. It is what it is whether we like it or not.”
Jean looked down at his feet and saw that the spit had almost dried up. He put his right foot on top of it and rubbed it across the bitumen until it was gone. He knew that Alain was right. There was no point in dwelling upon the past. He would gladly have erased the section of his memory that dealt with the war if only he had been able to do so.
"Anyway, it’s one o'clock. It's time that we make our way back to the courthouse," said Alain and got up from the bench with the agility and seamless ease of a teenager, despite his 65 years of age. "We don't want to miss the final verdict, now do we?" He looked down on Jean with a sympathetic smile. "Are you ready?"
"Yes I am” said Jean. “I have been waiting for this moment for the last 40 years. Let's go."
The self driving taxi chauffeured them expertly through the maze of streets and avenues that only thirty years ago had looked like Berlin at the end of the Second World War. The city had since been rebuilt, like the rest of Europe, by the extensive use of forced labour, consisting predominantly of Reds, i.e. members of the various socialist and anarchist movements whom had joined forces with the Muslims and Africans in an attempt to defeat the European nationalists. As the years had gone by and the technology raced ahead at breakneck speed, the Reds had been joined by autonomous humanoid robots with strong artificial intelligence. And then about fifteen years ago the Reds had been replaced outright by the robots, whom were able to work around the clock and carry out the work much more efficiently than their human counterparts. The finishing touches in the rebuilding process of Europe had ended five years ago.
Hardly any words were exchanged in the cab, and Jean's thoughts invariably wandered towards the disaster that had engulfed Europe less than a century after its governments had solemnly sworn that wars were a thing of the past. He had often thought about the fact that the incident that had precipitated the war had not been a big cataclysmic event, but rather the ripple effects of a few major episodes. There had been three major Islamic terrorist attacks occurring in rapid succession, involving dirty bombs in Paris, Brussels and Berlin in late 2018, which had been the catalyst that triggered the chain reaction that eventually became the war. Half a million people had lost their lives in what had been the biggest acts of terror on European soil since WW2. Widespread rioting had ensued all over France, and the authorities had sent in the police to quell the unrest. The excessive force that some members of the police had availed themselves of finally caused the army to intervene and overthrow the government, which only fanned the flame and intensified the unrest. Eventually it escalated into a full blown armed conflict. The same scenario played out in Belgium where the Muslim population rioted after the bomb went off, and within two weeks the country was embroiled in a civil war. Half a year after that every country in Western Europe were involved in an armed conflict, which included multiple factions fighting for a variety of causes, in what in effect had become an ethnic and ideological battle for Europe.
Within a year he had been drafted by the French army and was involved in fierce battles against the Mujahedeen and the Reds. By that stage the top echelon of the EU had run away and sought refuge outside of Europe. The politicians who had caused the war had abandoned the ship like a pack of rats and left ordinary people to fend for themselves and face the consequences of their treason. When the war finally came to an end and serious questions about blame started to gain traction, those very same politicians went into hiding in order to avoid being held accountable for their actions. Some were eventually tracked down and brought back to Europe to face the music, but many managed to get away and spent the rest of their lives living with assumed identities in obscure locations, no doubt constantly looking over their shoulders.
When the attempts to track down these individuals had started in earnest, the main objective had always been to locate the big shots, the ones who had been at the very top pulling the strings. And they had successfully apprehended a handful of them, but they had never been able to get the one who had been at the very top of the ladder, the one who had singlehandedly taken it upon herself to speed up the events that led to the war. They had tried hard and they had looked under pretty much every single rock on every single continent, but they had always come up short. At times it had felt like they were chasing shadows, but then six months ago everything had changed.
After almost forty years on the run, Andela Murtal had finally discovered what if felt like to be stabbed in the back. A long time ally, who had helped her fly under the radar had for unbeknownst reasons tipped off the German security services and notified them of her whereabouts. The security services had acted quickly and after a brief investigation and surveillance operation, in order to verify her identity, they had made their move and brought her back to the continent that she had been so eager to run away from all those decades ago. She was over 90 years old now, but the years hadn't deprived her of her health and mental faculties, nor had it had any noticeable effect on her personality. She was still as arrogant as she had been when she held office. Throughout the trial she had maintained her innocence and tried to convince the court that the events that led to the war were beyond her control, but then again that was to be expected. That's how guilty people rationalize their criminal acts.
"We shouldn't have to wait for too much longer. The court is due to reconvene any second now." Alain spoke with what sounded like rehearsed casualness.
Everyone who was present in the massive concrete courtyard, which Jean estimated had to be at least several thousand, had their eyes fixed upon the giant LCD screen that had been erected at the start of the trial as a courtesy to those who were unable to watch the proceedings from inside the gallery. Directly behind them was the main entrance to the headquarters of the European Defence Alliance, where all cases relating to the European-Arabian War were held.
"So do you think they'll give her the death penalty?”
"It's hard to imagine any other sentence, don't you think” Jean uttered the words slowly.
Alain shrugged; "I honestly don't know. You would like to think that is the case, but the liberals have been very successful in presenting their views, so I'd say it's not a given.”
"That may be true, but then again we're not talking about your average low ranking EU bureaucrat here. We're talking about one of the highest ranking politicians in Europe before the war, a person who practically told the EU what to do, a person who bears more responsibility for the war than perhaps anyone else alive today. Of course she'll get the death penalty. There will be riots all over the place if she doesn't." Jean's face had taken on a cold expression and his voice had a sinister icy tone to it. "It is completely unthinkable that the judge would hand her any other sentence. It would be the biggest slap in the face ever given in human history. Who the bloody hell cares if she's old and her health is failing? For God's sake, she is responsible for millions of unnecessary deaths." said Jean angrily.
Alain looked at him earnestly and said in a calm voice. "You don't have to convince me Jean, believe me there is nothing that I want more than to see that witch get a bullet positioned squarely between the eyes. I'm just pointing out that it might not be the outcome that we are hoping for." Alain cleared his throat and looked back at the screen again. Murtal and her defence team were seated, backs facing the cameras, waiting for the Judges to show up.
"Did you read the article in Le Monde yesterday?" Alain sighed heavily before he continued. "They suggested that the court should give her a prison sentence rather than the death penalty. They opined that it would be more humiliating for her to spend the rest of her life in a cold dark cell, as they so eloquently put it. They felt that it was a better option to let her to ponder her sins, rather than being handed the easy way out. Can you believe that?"
"Bloody liberal turds." Jean uttered the words with contempt, but he wasn't surprised. Despite the terror that Europe had experienced only three decades ago, and despite the tens of millions of Europeans who had lost their lives because of left leaning policies, many people today were still embracing the same socialist mentality that had been so prevalent before the war. How was it even possible? What on earth was going on inside their heads? Had they learnt nothing at all? Sometimes he even wondered if they would end up in a similar situation in fifty years time. Would they repeat history simply because some people flatly refused to draw lessons from the past? The thought scared him more than he cared to think about.
"Well, said Alain in a tone that was meant to diffuse the tension that their brief exchange had stirred up."Le Monde also wants to dismantle the internment camps for the communist and the anarchist in northern Turkey, and it has been a vociferous advocate for the lifting of the ban on Muslim and African immigration into Europe, and that will never happen in a million years.”
"Well at least not in our lifetimes.” said Jean in a less agitated voice. He knew that Europe would never give up the annexed areas of Northern Turkey and hand it back to the Turks. It was a matter of security, and Europe could never allow it to be compromised again. Nor would the heavily fortified fenced border that ran along the Bosphorus Strait, and the demilitarized zone that continued for another 10 kilometres to the south of it ever be given up. The same went for the demilitarized zones in northern Africa. They would remain intact for many generations to come. But even so, people still chose to embrace the leftwing agenda, and especially the young ones who hadn't experienced the horrors that the older generations had to live through. He knew that the main contributor to this trend was the same that it had always been, the incessant and very biased exposure to misery and inequality that the media in the old days had perfected and practically made into an art form. He knew that most of these individuals were impressionable persons, who didn't feel like delving into the issues that ultimately caused the problems, who didn't feel like analysing them in a proper manner and who only wanted to feel good about themselves.
The images from Africa and the Arab world, which were captured by miniature spy drones were broadcasted live 24/7 on the web news, and a lot of people had been affected by them. Not just the young. The famines, the local wars, the despotism and brutality which had reduced the population in the third world by several hundred millions since the end of the hostilities had given leftism fertile ground once again. In a way he was upset by the images too, but he realized that it was a direct consequence of unsustainable population growth in failed nations on failed continents, and that it was in Europe’s best interest to simply let nature run its course.
"Hey, the judges have arrived" Alain nudged Jean lightly with his elbow. The three judges entered the courtroom in a line with sombre expressions on their faces through a door located at the back of the room, which Jean suspected led directly into their private chambers. Everybody in the courtroom rose as the Judges marched towards the bench that was elevated by a good metre and half above those that had been allocated to the defence and prosecution teams. The three judges sat down and the head judge, a male in his 60's with long grey hair told the attendees to be seated. He was flanked by another male in his 50's on his left-hand side and a woman in roughly the same age bracket to his right.
There had been an audible gasp from the crowd when the judges appeared, but when the proceedings started one could hear a penny being dropped from a 100 metres away. Approximately thirty minutes into the session, after the judge had gone through in meticulous detail the case which had been laid out against the former German chancellor, Mrs Murtal was ask to stand, which she did slowly.
"Here we go" said Alain in a low whisper, his mouth almost touching Jean's ear. "Let's hope he gives the old hag the death penalty".
After the trial had finished, they followed the huge crowd out of the courtyard and down the impressive tree lined avenue that ran perpendicular to it. With a content expression on his face Alain said to Jean "It almost feels like we've come to the end of the road. There aren't that many traitors left to prosecute. Most of them have been held accountable for their crimes, and the most influential ones that have manage to avoid capture have probably died of old age. At ninety four, Murtal was an exception. I don't think there will be any more after her."

Jean nodded. He felt the same way. It was a form of closure for him and the millions of others from his generation and the ones before, who had been forced to pay a heavy price for Murtal's megalomania. With the capture of Murtal and a successful conviction, the war seemed to have been pushed even deeper down into that storage box in the back of the brain that contains the numerous memories that one rather wishes to forget.
"It's strange isn't it” said Jean as he squinted his eyes to ward off the bright sunlight. “That she got captured when she was at the end of her life. A few more years and she would have died of natural causes without ever having to answer for her crimes. She would have gone to her grave knowing that she got away with it. But because of her arrogance and her authoritarian behaviour, she managed to push someone too far, and that someone finally decided that they’d had enough and reported her to the authorities. If she had been more willing to listen, and not just pontificate and dismiss others, things might have turned out differently for her. In fact it is very unlikely that she would be where she currently is. And it is very unlikely that her final memory in this world will be that of an executioner placing a noose around her neck.”

Alain looked at him with a bemused expression. “You're not feeling sorry for her, are you? I thought you wanted her to get the death penalty?"
"No, I'm very happy about the outcome. I'm just reflecting on the fact that she never changed. She never expressed any remorse for what she has done, nor did she change her mannerisms.” He gave Alain a dry smile. "I guess what I'm saying is that I would have been happier if I had seen a more humble person in court today. It would have felt more like a proper vengeance if I had seen fear and terror in her eyes when they sentenced her to die. I wish that she would have acknowledged the suffering that she inflicted upon us. But it is what it is. She got caught in the end. Her ego took a severe blow by being hauled in front of the court and being held accountable for her crimes. I guess that will have to suffice." He ran a tired old hand through his grey hair. "Tomorrow afternoon I will enjoy a well deserved drink at the exact time when she faces her maker. Why don't you come and join me at my place? The web news will have live broadcast from the prison. We'll even be able to make a toast the very second we receive the confirmation of her passing.”
Alain put his hand on Jean's shoulder and said with a grin "You bettcha, that sounds like a terrific idea.”

Sunday, May 15, 2016

The Caliphate.

I have written a short story about a not so distant future where Europe has become an Islamic state, a Caliphate. I hope you like it (the story that is!).

The call to prayer came at an ungodly hour and interrupted the peaceful silence of the autumn morning like a rock being tossed onto the surface of a quiet lake. The monotonous, almost manic chanting of the muezzin, telling the faithful to come to mosque and pray reverberated between the tired looking high-rise towers of the banlieue in the north eastern part of the city formerly known as Paris. In the old days the area had been used to house the city’s large contingents of Arab and African immigrants, but these days it was almost exclusively white, its residents forced to embrace Islam during the brutal Western European mass conversions of 2019, and shortly thereafter relocated to the area and granted a humiliating second class status.

Dull yellow lights started appearing from behind the bland curtains in the windows that lined the ugly brick facades of the buildings, and before long the twelve towers on the estate were standing out against the night sky like lofty beacons on rocky outcrops. Inside the apartments tired tenants staggered out of their beds ready to face yet another day that would start with the obligatory prostration towards Mecca at the local mosque. The only ones excused from this privilege were menstruating women, the very old and the infirm.

Abdel al Azim Mohammad, which was the new name given to him after the conversion, was lying in his bed staring up at the ceiling. He was wide-awake and had been so since his head first touched the soft feather pillow the previous evening. As he listened to the shrill voice of the muezzin that had forced its way into his bedroom, he realized that he actually welcomed it. Not because he’d had a sudden change of heart and started to believe in the nonsense that had been so violently foisted upon him, but because it offered him a temporary reprieve from the thoughts that had kept him company for the last eight hours. It also signaled the arrival of a new dawn, a dawn when the pushback would finally start and the terror which had been wrapped around him like an iron blanket would be cast aside.

He swung his legs over the side of the bed and felt a sharp pain in his left hip. He had to stand still for a few moments and steady himself before he was able to continue into the kitchen, where he found the white plastic cylinder containing his medicine next to the kettle. He shook out two pink capsules, which he then quickly swallowed with a big gulp of metallic tasting water from the tap. The pills would mask the pain for a few blessed hours before it would return and remind him once again that he was in the process of dying. On the way out he paused in front of the full length mirror that was attached to the back of the entrance door and took a look at himself. The long white robe, the wide pants and the knitted skull cap with the intricate pattern running through the middle of it like a perforated sweatband, the obligatory beard that touched the top of his chest, which was mandatory for all males in the caliphate, made him look rather intimidating, despite of his 67 years and his frail medical state. But then again he thought to himself, wasn’t that was Islam was all about, intimidation?

He turned off the light and entered the narrow and dimly lit hallway, where he joined a gentle stream of men, children and burka-clad women who were quietly gravitating toward the two elevators located at the far end of the corridor.

“Salam alaikum Abdel, how are you doing this morning? Is your hip still causing you grief?

He turned and saw a man with four young boys in tow looking at him.

“Oh salam alaikum Yassir,” he said greeting the other man with a tired nod. Thank you for asking. As you can see I’m still able to stand up and make my way to the Mosque, but it’s getting harder.” He tapped his right hand gently on the trouser pocket on his left hand side and said, “but the painkillers that I take dull the pain. The religious references that interspersed his conversations had become second nature, and these days he didn’t even think about the absurdness of it anymore. “However, he added in a low conspiratory voice, I’m probably not going to see the end of the year.

“Oh, I’m really sorry to hear that,” the man who Abdel only knew as Yassir said with a look of genuine concern.” Is there anything that I can do to make things easier for you? Perhaps help you with some of your grocery shopping or other essential errands?

Abdel shook his head and put a hand on the other man’s shoulder. Thank you Yassir, you’re a good man. But I can still manage. Besides its good for me to get out of the apartment every now and then. By the way, how is the youngest one doing, is she keeping you busy?”

Islam had at least solved one pressing issue that had caused considerable headache in the old France, Abdel mused dryly, and that was the low birth rate among ethnic French women. The strict rules of the caliphate had seen this problem disappear like morning dew on a hot summer day. These days each woman in France gave birth to six children. Thus the fear of France being demographically transformed from a predominately white European country to a predominately Arab and African country had been unfounded. Apparently, people were still having sex no matter how miserable their lives were.

Yassir smiled and shook his head tiredly. The apartment feels a little bit smaller, and the nights a little bit longer, but we survive. You know what it’s like.

Abdel nodded. Yes. He did know what it was like.

They got to the end of the corridor and Abdel managed to squeeze into the men-only elevator, which was almost filled to capacity. Twenty seconds later the door opened up on the ground floor and its devout cargo spilled out into the lobby. Some of the men moved over to the brick wall that ran perpendicular to the elevators, no doubt waiting for their wives to arrive in the other elevator, which had been set aside for the tower’s female residents. Abdel had often wondered how the husbands were able to recognize their wives underneath the black burkas, but he guessed that it was the other way around, the wives recognized their husbands. He stopped briefly at the booth next to the entrance doors and gave his name and apartment number to the young man whose job it was to make sure that nobody missed Morning Prayer. “Abdel al Azim Mohammad, apartment 89, eight floor,” he said unenthusiastically. The young man nodded without looking up as he jotted down the details on his computer. It was a serious offense to miss the obligatory daily prayers without a valid reason, and the ones who slipped up seldom did it twice. The mandatory thirty lashes with the hard bamboo cane that was administered to transgressor in front of the Mosque after Friday prayers saw to that. Anyone who had experienced its sting, or seen the brutal suffering that it inflicted would do anything in their power to avoid sharing a similar fate.

The cold air and the smell of dampness from last night’s rainfall hit him like a gentle whip as he walked through the automatic sliding door and stepped onto the asphalt tarmac that surrounded the building. He walked past the green wooden benches, which served as a meeting place for the building’s residents and a play area for the children. He passed the car park, which continued around the building. Beyond lay huge green lawns with the occasional oak trees dotted here and there to provide shade for the residents during the hot summer months. Narrow access rows connected the buildings and a slightly wider one connected the estate to the main road, which ran through the banlieu and linked it with the rest of the city. A large Mosque that was illuminated day and night by four powerful spotlights was located between the first row of towers and the main road.
The chanting of the muezzin grew louder and muffled the sounds of the people next to him. From above the steady movement of devotees making their way towards the Mosque resembled a wave of slushy ice gliding gently down a river towards its final destination in the ocean.

The first thing he did when he arrived at the mosque was to remove his shoes, something which caused him considerable pain. He then started the ritual cleansing process, which involved the rinsing of the hands, feet, head, arms, nose and nostrils. Upon completing this mandatory task, he made his way into to the prayer area. It was half-full and he had no difficulties finding an empty spot on the big rug that covered the floor from wall to wall. He then started the degrading process of submitting to a god that he did not believe in, and whose philosophy he considered to be an abomination to mankind. He bent his upper body forward, and as his head touched the ground he muttered to himself. “Damn you, you sick evil fuck. Damn your evil Quran and damn your evil caliphate.

Abdel had been waiting for forty minutes and he was starting to suspect that something had gone terribly wrong. The van should have picked him up half an hour ago. There was simply no plausible explanation for the delay. He kept pacing in what he hoped was a casual and relaxed manner from one end of the bus pocket to the other. But underneath the white robe he was sweating profusely, and he could feel his t-shirt sticking mercilessly to his back despite the thermometer only showing a cool 10 degrees centigrade. Uncomfortable images had started to appear in his head. Images of smirking police officers with drawn guns, and wielding heavy steel batons, which they would use to strike him repeatedly over the head with. He felt his pulse rising and his breathing became more labored. The police in the caliphate were not known for their gentle touch. He had seen firsthand the brutality that they were capable of, and those memories would never be forgotten. He wiped his forehead with a trembling hand and started thinking about possible ways to commit suicide if the police showed up. He could always try to run into the middle of the road and hope that a speeding truck would take care of the rest. He was getting more and more anxious, confident that the plan had been uncovered. He was seriously contemplating aborting the mission when he finally spotted the van. He let out a big sigh of relief and muttered a silent prayer to whoever had tip the scales in his direction.

It was an old Mercedes cargo van with a picture of a somber looking Osama Bin Laden pointing his left index finger up toward the sky, his right hand was holding a Koran and the Arabic word for Islamic bookstore was written in a bold black color just below his waist. The van came to a gentle stop at the intersection on the opposite side, and when the lights turned green it quickly shot across the four lanes of the highway and pulled up gently into the bus pocket where Abdel was standing. He opened up the door and climbed in, heart pounding madly in his chest. The driver whom Abdel only knew as Mr. X pulled out almost instantly and joined the motley myriad of cars heading towards the on ramp of the ring road that circles the city that Abdel still thought of as Paris.

“What the hell happened, you were supposed to be here half an hour ago,” he said to the driver in a surprisingly calm voice that did not accurately describe his current state of mind.

Mr X gave him and remorseful shrug and looked at him apologetically. What can I say? I got stuck in traffic. There was an accidents right next to the supermarket. Both lanes were completely blocked. I had to wait for the tow trucks to come and clear the road.

Abdel silently cursed the person who had caused the accident and given him so much unnecessary grief. Well, you are here now,” he said “and that is the only thing that matters. It would also tend to suggest that the authorities have absolutely no idea about what is about to happen.

Mr X nodded. Yes, that would seem to be the case, and thank god for that.

Abdel guessed that Mr X had to be in his late 60’s. He was ethnic French like himself and dressed in the same traditional Islamic garb. Their beards were similar in length, but his was bright red, as opposed to his, which was grey and rather tattered looking. He had a weathered face with pronounced smile lines, and grey eyes that seldom strayed. On the few occasions that they had met, Abdel had never seen his mouth form into a smile. “After we enter the ring road we’ll stick to it until it’s time to head into the city centre,” said Mr X indicating the direction with a quick tilt of his head. “The van has a full tank and we should be able to drive around for half a day if need be, but I can’t see why we should. Hopefully we won’t run into any unforeseen situations.”

“Let’s hope so,” replied Abdel. The unease that had almost paralyzed him had finally started to subside. He cleared his throat and said; “You would expect from a purely rational point of view that no one has found out about the operation. If they had, they would have come after us a long time ago. Any other type of response would be completely madness on their part.”

Mr X, looked out the driver side window and swiftly changed into the right lane, which would take them onto the ring road. “Yes,” he said without taking his eyes of the road. “Once we are in the van there is little they can do to stop us. I mean what if they lost track of our movements? They would have wasted their only opportunity and there is no way they would allow that to happen. I’d say it’s a safe bet that they haven’t got a clue.

Abdel twisted his mouth and exhaled deeply through his nose, something that he used to do when he was mulling things over in his head. “You have to admit though, that it is a little bit perplexing that things have gone so smoothly. That no one has suspected anything. Just think about all the people that had to be involved in the planning and the execution of the plan. We’re talking about a couple of dozen individuals at least.” Abdel leaned forward and paused for a moment before continuing his train of thought.”Think about it for a second, they had to find suitable people inside the caliphate who hate the system sufficiently, and who were willing to take a tremendous risk. How do you go about finding such people? This is after all a society where you could lose your head if you just utter one wrong word. And that’s not all. Then they had to get the stuff across a border that is literally hermetically sealed. It is a logistical nightmare. But despite all of these obvious and insurmountable obstacles the authorities are still in the dark. Don’t you find that a little bit strange?”

Mr X let Abdel’s statement sink in. “I guess it's just the luck of the draw,” he said after a while. “Besides we don't know how many attempts have been thwarted so far, if any. The news is not exactly replete with accounts of treason. We are suspecting that a foreign power is behind, but it could just as easily be an inside job. It could be forces within the caliphate itself that are seeking to either overthrow or destabilize the current leadership for a variety of reasons. The technology and knowhow to carry out such a plan is still there, even though it would significantly narrow down the number of potential conspirators.”

“I'm leaning more towards the Russians,” said Abdel after a while. “It would be in their best interest to neutralize the threat from the caliphate. They are no fools, and they know very well that the current peace treaty will only last for as long as it serves the caliphate. The constant incursions by caliphate subjects into Russian territory, with subsequent deaths and destruction would also strengthen that theory.

As they entered the ring road, Abdel started thinking about the events that led to the creation of the caliphate and the Europeans’ feeble and completely inadequate attempts to prevent it. The chain of events that led to downfall had started in earnest in 2015 when the European Union decided to throw open the floodgates, which saw 5 million so called migrants from predominantly Muslim nations gain entry to Europe. According to the official accounts by the caliphate’s own department of history, more than 40000 soldiers from the Islamic State joined them in this endeavor. He recalled the sense of helplessness that ordinary Europeans felt during the summer of 2016, the summer of terror, when bombs went off all over the continent and thousands of people lost their lives. He remembered the utter shock that permeated every strata of European society when in early 2019 thousands of ISIS operatives descended upon the EU leader summit in Brussels, and within a short few hours managed to wipe out the entire leadership of the organization. And then when Europe was reeling from the shock came the dirty bombs that killed nearly 25 million people in less than 3 months. Then the lull in the mayhem before the final ultimatum was given, convert to Islam or the campaign of terror will continue. The nations of Europe caved in like shell-shocked ducks one after the other in such an obsequious manner that he felt ashamed to be born on its soil. The first mass conversion occurred within the armed forces. Unarmed personnel where lined up on parade grounds all over Europe and given the choice; convert or die. Executioners with gleaming sword were present, leaving no doubt as to what would happen to those who refused.

“Do you think we are doing the right thing?”

The question seemed to puzzle Mr X. “What else can we do,” he said raising his voice slightly. “There is no political freedom, there is no room for dissent, and any anti-Islamic activities are punishable by death.” He waived his right hand in a gesture of exasperation.”We are living in a brutal dictatorship that is responsible for the death of tens of millions of people, a dictatorship that will go on killing millions more if no one stops them.” He shook his head resolutely and let out a big sigh; “We have a moral responsibility to do whatever we can to prevent that from happening, and try to bring an end to the nightmare that has been imposed upon us and our descendants. And the sad thing is that we're running out of time.” He looked over at Abdel, grabbed him by the arm and squeezed it firmly; “Look at us,” he said intently. “We are in our mid-sixties. We were young enough to remember what it was like before the caliphate. Soon our generation will die, and then there will be no one who remembers what it was like before Islam. The transformation will be complete. The only people left will be the brainwashed generations and then there is no turning back.” He let go of Abdel’s arm; “So no, I have no qualms about what we are about to do. I just pray to god, if such a thing exists, that this is only one of several coordinated operations.”

Abdel ran his fingers through his beard. “Would it even make a difference if the caliphate was destroyed,” he said after a while. “Would the younger generations reject Islam, or would they choose to hang on to it? After all, the only thing they know is Islam. They have practically been brainwashed since the day they left their mothers’ wombs.”

“So what are your motivations then,” said Mr X, “if you don't think we’ll make an impact?”

“Well, I didn't say that it wouldn't. I merely pointed out that it won’t necessarily be as straightforward as you seem to think.”

There was a long pause and no words were spoken, and then Abdel said; “I guess I'm doing it for selfish reasons. I want to be able to show them the finger before I die.”

Yes, they were doing it for the future generations. Islam was like a cancer that had up until recently been confined to the Arab world, but which had managed to metastasize and infect Europe. It had to be removed with whatever methods necessary, and how ironic was it not then that he who himself was riddled with inoperable cancer would be the antidote that would attack the cancerous growth that was the caliphate? He thought about Helen and the kids who upon his stubborn insistence had gone to America to live with her parents when things started to unravel. He remembered the promise he had made when he waved them goodbye at the airport; he would join them in a few months. But by the time he was ready to leave it was already too late. What had become of them? Michelle and Adrian would be nearly 50 years old now. Did they have kids of their own? Was he a grandfather?

“Are you afraid of dying?” asked Mr X.

Abdel gave it some thought.” No, I'm not,” he said eventually. “But I would have liked to see my wife and kids before I leave this earth, or at least know what happened to them. What they are doing. Find out if they're happy. Find out if they ever tried to figure out what happened to me.”

Mr X nodded and decided not to pursue the matter any further.

The traffic was moving slowly. The stringent measures that had propelled the once declining birth rates meant that Paris was suffering the inevitable growing pains that such trends ultimately lead to. The fact that very little effort had been put into upgrading vital infrastructure, such as the road network, meant that these had become increasingly more congested and subsequently traffic slowed down accordingly. Abdel surmised dourly that the authorities had other, more important things to worry about, such as ensuring that the women always dressed in black tarpaulins whenever they were allowed out in public, and that the youth were kept in the dark about such meaningless things as science and reason. He had long since resigned himself to the facts that France had been transform from a well-functioning industrialized nation to an Islamic nation, and then slowly descended into a third world nation. Was there any plausible way out of this nightmare, or was this the way things would stay until the end of time he wondered?

Exactly three hours after Abdel had climbed into the passenger seat of the white van, they got their first glimpse of the destination, the Ummah al Franca, the headquarters of the northern division of the caliphate. The gigantic complex, which covered several square kilometers, comprised an enormous conference hall, an administration building, several madrassas, a library and one of the largest Mosque in the entire caliphate, the Al Shahid. It had been erected shortly after the inception of the new Islamic state, and in the exact spot where one of France's most cherished and beloved structures, The Eiffel Tower had once stood before it had been mercilessly demolished and reduced to a giant heap of rubble.

The traffic, which up until this point had been slow, almost came to a complete halt. The diversions and the various safety measures that had been introduced for the annual meeting of the caliphate's political and military top echelon, meant that motorist trying to traverse the inner city's elaborate and intricate network of roads were left slogging it out amongst themselves. Abdel looked absent-mindedly at the pedestrians who overtook the slow moving van. “How close do you think we'll get, “ he asked tentatively. His heart had started to beat faster and the pain in his hip had decided to pay him a visit him again.

Mr X squinted, tilting his head slightly to one side trying to get an idea of what lay up ahead. “I'm not sure,” he said in a noncommittal voice. “I don't think we'll be able to drive straight up to it, but we'll get fairly close. More than close enough for our purposes anyway.” He looked solemnly at Abdel. “This is it you know. This is what we have been preparing for. Are you ready to go through with it?”

Abdel nodded. “Yes, I am,” he said in a calm voice.

It took them another twenty minutes to reach the first roadblock, which was at the north entrance of the complex, just after the bridge on the other side of the river. There they made a right turn and followed the road that ran parallel to the large Mosque. They turned left at the next intersection and were able to follow the road that bordered the huge complex for almost half a kilometer. The next road block was just outside the west entrance and Mr X pulled gently into the side and doubled parked the van less than 200 meters away from it. He left the engine running and gave Abdel a pale look. “It's time. Let's get it over with before they grow suspicious and try to stop us.”

Abdel nodded and extracted the sinister looking remote control with the bright red button and the half-inch long metal pin from the glove compartment. He had to flick the pin to the on position before he could press the button and unleash the wrath of hell and deliver a severe blow to the caliphate. A blow that was so great that it would eradicate its entire leadership. He took one last look behind him at the cargo area and inspected the two pallets stacked with what by all appearance looked like ordinary copies of the Quran, but which underneath its false shell contained two very powerful atomic bombs. He thought to himself how fitting it was that they would avail themselves of the same methods and tactics that the founders of the caliphate had used to subdue an entire continent, and forced upon its residents a barbaric stone age like philosophy. Maybe, just maybe this act of rebellion would help bring down the regime and eventually, sometime in the future help restore democracy and bring back reason to the continent. He turned around again and faced the entrance and the guards who were tasked with protecting it.

“Ok, let’s get it over with” said Mr X in a trembling voice. His face was ashen and his hands were shaking noticeably. “Let’s get it over with.”

Mr X. leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes. Abdel noticed that his lips were moving in what looked like a silent prayer. Soon they would all find out what happens when the human body dies. Abdel lowered his gaze again and stared at the metallic remote control that he was holding in his hands. It was strange he mused that such a lightweight device was able to cause so much death and destruction. He lifted his gaze one last time and noticed that some of the guards had started to show interest in their van. Abdel lifted the remote control slowly until it was in line with his chin, then quickly flicked the metal pin and placed his thumb on the bright red button. The final words that he uttered before the world turned black and completely devoid of any life, consciousness or time was;

"We will never submit."

Wednesday, April 13, 2016

Why the term “moderate Muslim” is an oxymoron

Also published at Gates of Vienna

Why has Islam been able to grow at such an unprecedented pace in Europe, and why has it been allowed to do so practically unchallenged? There are many reasons for this, but one contributing factor that has facilitated this rapid growth has been the decision to artificially divide the religion into two opposing philosophies with completely different goals and values, which has transformed it into an ideological version of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde. By firmly dividing its adherents (Muslims) into two distinct camps — the extremists who are alleged to be misusing their religion and who only constitute a tiny minority, and the moderates who ostensibly represent the majority and who strongly opposes the extremists — Islam has managed to establish a defence that is almost impenetrable, and that has fostered an environment in which meaningless terms such as Islamophobia are actually given credence.

This clever distinction, which has in effect divided Islam into a moderate and an extreme form, has ensured that it can continue to grow unabated and without being properly challenged, as any terrorist attack committed by its members can be blamed on the extremists and thus also used as an argument to exonerate the moderates. It’s a form of classification or “branding taqiyya” that has served the religion well, and given it a solid argument that it can rely upon no matter what type of hurdle or obstacle that is being thrown in its way.

The mainstream media and the political classes have deliberately failed to call Islam by its proper name and actively undermined any serious attempts to scrutinize and expose the ideology for what it really is. As a result, the majority of the blame for the very precarious situation that Europe finds itself in these days has to be put squarely on their shoulders. These two powerful groups have been able to control public discourse and sway public opinion through the extensive use of lies and propaganda. Crucial facts that could have altered the course have been deliberately downplayed, and in many cases outright ignored. Unpalatable events have been omitted. The job responsibilities of the MSM and the politicians have largely been transformed into those of campaigners who pay lip service to such things as truth and accuracy — values that actually used to matter in the past. The absence of an in-depth analysis of Islam’s doctrines, its history and its stated goals for the future have left ordinary people blissfully unaware of the dangers that this ideology represents, and only now when Islam has seriously started to flex its muscles are they beginning to wake up from their political-correctness-induced slumber.


This essay will focus on the rebranding of Islam that has turned it into something unrecognizable and innocuous — namely a predominantly moderate and peaceful religion — and offer a valid and thorough explanation as to why this is not the case. It will show that this artificial rebranding is false, that it is unscientific and utterly dishonest, and demonstrate by the use of critical analysis that the opposite is true. This assignment has not been undertaken to further cement the convictions of those who have already reached this conclusion of their own accord, but rather to serve as a wakeup call to those who are still in the dark and have failed to grasp what should have been obvious all along.

The first step in this process is to demonstrate that one cannot logically divide Islam into two distinct camps; one that preaches war and hatred, and the other that preaches love and tolerance. It is an absurd claim to make, given that both camps are reading from the same script. This is made obvious by the fact that a large portion of Islamic doctrine is dedicated to the advocacy of hatred and animosity against non-Muslims. However, before we can start to immerse ourselves in the subject at hand and initiate our investigation, we have to obtain some definitions that will allow us to describe the religion and the points that we are trying to make. The words that we are interested in here are “Islam”, “Muslim”, “moderate”, “extreme” and “extremist”.

A quick Google search gives us the Merriam-Webster’s English dictionary’s classification of the word “extremist”:

“Advocacy of extreme measures or views.”

The word “extreme” is defined by the same dictionary as:

“Very far from agreeing with the opinions of most people: not moderate”.

The word “moderate” is glossed as:

“Professing or characterized by political or social beliefs that are not extreme.”

Furthermore, it is important to correctly identify the term “Muslim”, as the purpose of this essay is to establish whether a Muslim should be classified as an extremist or as a moderate based on the choice of his or her religious convictions. According to the same source a “Muslim” is defined as:

“A person whose religion is Islam: a follower of Islam”

Islam is defined as:


“The religion which teaches that there is only one God and that Muhammad is God’s prophet : the religion of Muslims”

These are basic definitions which could be elaborated upon in great detail, but which will have to do for the purposes of this essay. The only thing that we are going to add is that a Muslim is a person who embraces Islamic doctrine, i.e. the teachings of the Quran, the Hadith and the Sira (the official Islamic doctrine). The Quran being the word of Allah as recited to Muhammad, Islam’s first and last prophet, by the angel Gabriel. The hadith, which encompasses the traditions of Muhammad (a supplement to the Quran). The Sira, which is the official biography of Muhammad. The Sunnah (doctrine) is a term that encompasses the Hadith and the Sira.

Now that we have sorted out the correct definitions we can move on to the next step in the process, which is to place practitioners of Islam on either the moderate end of the scale, the extremist end of it, or somewhere in between. A prerequisite in order to achieve this task is to be equipped with a basic knowledge of Islam. It should be evident that it is impossible to refute the claim on a purely scientific basis without having a basic understanding of the ideology. As with anything in life, in order to make an informed decision one has to be in possession of the relevant facts. It is also imperative that we clarify what constitutes moderate behaviour in order to prevent undue confusion. We have already offered a definition of this word, but we still have not assigned what type of behaviour falls into this category. Normal behaviour is also to a certain degree a relative concept, as different countries and different cultures operate with different definitions of what constitutes normal behaviour. What is considered normal behaviour in Saudi Arabia is not necessarily normal behaviour in a country such as Canada, and vice versa. The best way to overcome this issue is to use the UN’s declaration of human rights as a template and gauge various behaviours and ideologies against this document in order to ascertain on which side of the scale they belong.[1]

It should also be pointed out that normal behaviour could quite easily be classified as extreme if it occurs in a society that has descended into anarchy or chosen to adopt fascism or any other anti-democratic forms of governing. In order for any ideology or political system to be classified as moderate, in this context, it is thus imperative that it does not violate the basic principles of the UN’s declaration of human rights, and by no means can it be found to be in gross violation of this declaration. Hence in order for Islam to be classified as a moderate religion, it is essential that it can be categorically established that it accepts and respects the overall principles found in this document.

We are now going to take a closer look at certain aspects of Islamic doctrine and bring attention to some of the more disturbing incidents of Muhammad’s life, which will put the claim that Islam is a moderate religion into serious question. We are not going to detail every single event or analyse every single passage of its holy books with a magnifying glass, but rather take a closer look at some of the characteristics that makes it impossible to classify it as a moderate religion.


The first hurdle that anyone who wishes to exonerate Islam and label it as a moderate ideology encounters is the existence of a unique judicial system (Shariah) which is a 7th century justice system based upon the Quran and various instructions and commandments made by Muhammad throughout his life.[2] To say that it conforms with the UN declaration on human rights would be a gross misrepresentation of the truth, as it quite clearly violates both the spirit of this document and pretty much every single paragraph listed within it. The most egregious example is probably the Sharia’s view on apostasy, i.e. members who wish to leave the religion, a transgression which according to the Sharia is punishable by death. Similar punishments are meted out for blasphemy, homosexuality and marital infidelity, which according to the Sharia stipulates that the offending individual be stoned to death, just to name a few examples.

The fact that these laws have been practiced since the inception of Islam and that they are still being practiced in various Muslim nations today makes Islam come across as a rather extreme ideology straight off the bat, and it certainly makes it very difficult to see why anyone would choose to classify the Sharia or any system that resembles it as moderate, or claim that it has undeservedly been awarded the classification “extreme” To justify killing individuals who don’t share your personal religious or political views is an extreme act, and it certainly runs counter to the UN’s declaration of human rights, as do the other issues highlighted in this paragraph. The only logical conclusion that can be deduced from this information is that the Sharia is extreme.

The second hurdle that the proponents of Islam encounter when they wish to classify Islam as a moderate religion is the Quran, the holy book of the Muslims. It’s a book that Muslims cherish and treat with the utmost respect, and which they believe was dictated to their prophet Muhammad verbatim by their God, Allah. The book is an integral part of Islam, and its content gives us a good indication to the exact nature of the religion. The proponents of the “moderate Islam” theory will be swift to point out that the Quran contains many peaceful passages, and consequently cannot in good faith be viewed as extreme. However, that does not change the fact that the Quran also contains a staggering 109 verses that actively advocates violence against non-believers, verses that condone violence against women, the subjugation of non-Muslims and verses that justifies slavery.[3] Any of these acts can in their own right justifiably be referred to as extreme by anyone’s definition, and most certainly by pitting it against the UN’s declaration on human rights. Some may interject that the Quran should be viewed in a historical context, and maintain that the practices advocated in this book were commonplace and accepted when it was written. That may be a valid argument, but is still fails to explain why people living in the 21st century show so much reverence for a book that advocates so much hatred and violence, and why they would wish to live in accordance with the principles found in such a book. Based on the numerous passages that promote violence against non-Muslims which can be found in the Quran one is left with no choice but to categorize it as an extreme book that advocates violence.

The third hurdle that proponents of Islam encounter in their quest to exonerate their religion is the first prophet of Islam, Muhammad and his life story, and in particular the later stages of his life which were dominated by violence and brutal warfare. What sets Muhammad apart from other significant religious figures such as Jesus and the Buddha, who were known pacifists and advocated a philosophy of turning the other cheek, is the fact that Muhammad was a warlord who killed, robbed, raped and had people who disagreed with him assassinated.[4] According to Islam’s own sources, Muhammad personally ordered the execution of 600-900 male Jews during the invasion of Banu Qurayza and took their women and children as slaves.[5] He also had numerous people who mocked or disagreed with him killed, and even admitted towards the end of his life that he had been made victorious through a reign of terror.[6] Furthermore, after his death his followers colonised and spread the religion of Islam by force to large areas of the known world by following his personal example. Some estimates indicate that this brutal colonization resulted in the loss of up to 270 million lives.[7]

The most troubling aspect of Muhammad’s life is, however, not that he committed all these atrocious acts, but rather the fact that so many people continue to worship him and show him so much reverence. Even today Muslims consider Muhammad to be the perfect human being whose behaviour should be emulated in every aspect of life. So great is the respect for Muhammad that the overwhelming majority of Muslims are violently opposed to even having visual representations made of their prophet, such as drawings, paintings etc. Whenever such visual representations materialise, riots and violence are often the outcome.

Having looked at the three main aspects of Islamic doctrine, the Quran, the Sunnah and the Sharia, and highlighted the problematic issues found within these, it’s not unreasonable to classify the contents as largely extreme. We have shown that all the three major parts that make up Islam advocate violence, and reject basic human rights and opinions that are not consistent with official Islamic doctrine. Such views can obviously not by categorized as moderate ones; given that moderate is by definition the absence of extremism, and they certainly cannot be viewed as moderate if we compare them with the UN’s declaration of human rights. That Islamic doctrine also contains elements that are moderate does not change the fact that there is an overabundance of elements that clearly are extreme in nature, and which can be found throughout its holy texts, giving us no other choice than to label the religion as a whole as extreme.

This invariably leads us to the last section and the original goal of this essay, which is to show that Muslims who embrace Islamic doctrine thus cannot logically be labelled as moderates, given that the ideology they have embraced is an extreme one.

We have already offered a very basic definition of the term Muslim, as classified by Merriam-Webster’s English dictionary. For our purpose in this essay — which is to establish whether it is reasonable to categorize Muslims as both extremists and moderates — it is important to specify whom we have chosen to designate as Muslims, given that the term is often loosely applied, and are on some occasions used to include individuals who are born Muslims in predominantly Muslim nations, but who don’t necessarily identify as Muslims. The term Muslim as it has been applied in this case refers to practicing Muslims; in other words, individuals who identify as Muslims, who believe in the Quran and who live their lives according to Islamic principles. It does not include what some would choose to refer to as cultural Muslims, non-practicing Muslims, reformers or individuals who choose to identify as Muslims out of concern for their own safety, of whom there are plenty given, Islam’s highly controversial view on apostasy.


It’s also necessary to make a logical assumption: to accept that most people who follow a specific ideology, regardless of which one it may be, have at least a basic understanding of its official doctrines and stated goals. This means that a devout communist has at least a minimum of knowledge of official communist literature, and that a fervent Christian has at least a basic knowledge of Christian principles, etc. Thus we should assume that a practicing Muslim has a basic knowledge of Islam’s holy texts, and that he is familiar with its official policies on a wide range of issues. It is therefore also safe to conclude — if we accept these criteria — that a practicing Muslim has a basic understanding of Islam’s views on unbelievers, apostates, sharia law and the life of Muhammad. In other words, a practicing Muslim is familiar with the undemocratic nature of Islam, but nevertheless still chooses to identify as a Muslim.

This is a very significant fact, and one that has to be given the utmost attention when trying to determine on which side of the “extremist” scale practicing Muslims should be positioned. It is absolutely crucial to take political or religious views into consideration when endeavouring to establish whether a person is an extremist or not, and it is certainly an approach that is being used extensively by the media and the political classes when it comes to classifying non-Muslims with whom they disagree politically as “extremists”. The latest people to be labelled as “extremists” by the use of such methods are US Presidential candidate Donald Trump and his supporters, who have been given this classification based solely on their political views and not based on their actions or behaviours. It should also be noted that the views that have earned them this label are fairly innocuous, given that they have not called for the extermination of political opponents, the introduction of a fascist state, or advocacy for an authoritarian judicial system — concepts that practicing Muslims do embrace wholeheartedly without being stigmatized as extremists by the same MSM.

Now the question that should present itself when taking these things into consideration, and in particularly bearing in mind the issues raised previously pertaining to the undemocratic and violent nature of Islamic doctrine, is this: can a practicing Muslim’s belief in such concepts be interpreted as anything but a tacit acceptance of such views? And can such an individual be classified as anything but an extremist?

Most people would probably agree that it is not a sign of moderate behaviour to endorse and condone violence and anti-democratic activities; on the contrary, such behaviour is part and parcel of the mentality of an extremist. To use a popular saying, if it looks like a duck, quacks like a duck and walks like a duck, it is more than likely a duck. One could of course apply this to Muslims and Islam and say that if the Quran advocates undemocratic values it’s more than likely that a practicing Muslim believes in and condones these views and the he wishes to live in a society governed by them. It’s certainly a natural conclusion to make when looking at the facts in a rational manner.

It’s equally natural to conclude that a moderate individual would by definition reject Islamic doctrine, or any other violent and undemocratic ideology based solely on the given ideology’s level of extremism and its antagonism against those who seek to question and challenge its authority. From this it follows that a truly moderate Muslim would reject Islam, based on its general violent message. In effect he would become an apostate, i.e. a non-Muslim. One could of course attempt to make the case that a moderate Muslim could discard the violent and extreme parts of Islam and focus solely on its peaceful verses, and still be a Muslim, but this is an unrealistic assumption that fails to recognize the dominant position that violence and jihad enjoy in Islamic doctrine. Moreover, it would render the teachings of Muhammad completely meaningless, and severely question his judgment and authority.

We know that the MSM and the political classes base their definition of extremism — excluding Muslims, that is — exclusively on political beliefs, and label individuals with whom they disagree as “extremists” on a much flimsier basis. Why is it then that practicing Muslims with views that are evidently more extreme are being categorized as moderates? An honest approach would be to treat Muslims in the same manner that other groups are treated, and scrutinize and define them in a similar fashion. To have two opposing classifications systems, and use them selectively for political purposes, can only be described as intellectual dishonesty at best. The outcome of such an inquiry is of no real value, as it has been obtained by the use of faulty methods. Thus the term moderate as it is applied today by the Western elites to describe the majority of practicing Muslims is a dishonest and erroneous description of reality.

It should also be obvious that it is unreasonable to classify a practicing Muslim as a moderate or as an extremist based solely on the violent acts that this individual has or has not committed, or on the amount of extreme viewpoints promulgated by said individual, or the lack thereof. Most people would agree that extremism isn’t exclusively synonymous with violence, but that it can also be applied to those who embrace extreme political and ideological ideas, and who disseminate such. Nevertheless, this unreasonable classification system is the one that the MSM and the political classes have chosen to adopt.

If we accept that a truly moderate individual would reject Islamic doctrine based on its overall violent principles, then the only logical conclusion to make is that an individual who continues to publicly praise and Islam and worship Allah and Muhammad, and criticize those who question this ideology, must be viewed as an extremist, based on this individual’s espousal of extremist ideas.

The next question to ask, then, is this: Is it reasonable to assume that a person who condones Islam’s theological message of jihad is sincere whenever this person’s offers a condemnation of jihadi attacks in the MSM? It’s a scenario that we are able to witness every time an Islamic terrorist attacks occur, and whenever the MSM are pretending to do their job by pretending to confront members of the Islamic community. The answer has to be a resounding “NO” from a purely logical standpoint. It’s also a conclusion that is in line with what we have seen on numerous occasions when so-called moderate Muslims say one thing when interviewed by media people, and express diametrically different and opposing views when captured on hidden cameras.

All things considered, it’s exceptionally difficult to label practicing Muslims as anything but “extremists”, given their acceptance of the overabundance of extreme views that are found within Islamic doctrine, and their reluctance to distance themselves from these principles.

Looking at it from an honest perspective, the methodology that has been highlighted in this essay is the only sensible way to ascertain whether practicing Muslims are extremists or moderates, and the methodology of this essay is the only truly objective way to make sense of Islam and practicing Muslims.

The conclusion is that practicing Muslims cannot possibly be classified as anything but extremists, given the religious and political views that they espouse. It may not be what people wish to hear, but it is a conclusion that has been reached by employing a rational and honest method, and from now on the conclusion should be treated as fact.