Voldemort

 

In another incident, Islamic extremists is Sudan went up in arms over, you’ll never guess this one, the alleged baptism of a Teddy bear.

British school teacher Gillian Gibbons was arrested and sentenced to 15 days imprisonment over perceived insult to, no prizes for guessing this one – Prophet Mohammed.

The 54 year old teacher was jailed for allowing her students to name a teddy bear ‘Mohammed’ for a class project.

1000’s of Sudanese demonstrators wielding swords, knives, brandishing iron bars and other household equipment took to the streets of Khartoum to protest against the said Blasphemer accused of insulting the Prophet.

But that’s not even the tip of this blood-Berg.

A friend of mine works for a British company and is stationed in Khartoum. He’s not crazy about the place given that he’s Hindu and isn’t allowed to instate idols, pictures or practice his faith since he shares the condo with another high ranking Moslem national who would skewer him if he even tried.

But the protest over Gillian’s alleged blasphemy took its toll on everybody who was either a Brit national or working for a Brit company.

My friend miraculously escaped the surge of a belligerent mob that ran after his company vehicle on his way to work the day Gillian was sentenced to jail (she shouldve received 50 odd lashings in public or death), which most Sudanese considered a rap on the knuckles for her rather heinous crime.

It was an entire week before he returned to work. The image of angry men in hundreds running after his vehicle with menacing expressions and swords shook him up so bad; he wanted nothing more than to fly back home.

Is it just me, or do you also see how revoltingly destructive this race is?

When a poverty stricken nation with increasing levels of unemployment, disease, illiteracy and poor resources puts other critical issues on the back burner to defend the honour of an ex-paedophile, one has got to question the morals and teachings of a religion that’s bent on annihilating the world with its unique brand of terror.

Last week, a colleague from work who frequently suffers from the Messiah complex and considers himself the custodian & upholder of Islam and its progenitor sent me an email that was repugnant and quite daring of him, to say the least.

My city was host to the Islamic Conference on World Peace (laugh track explodes). Religious speakers from around the world - Moslem scholars, flew into the city to render Academy Award winning performances with oratory marathons running in various pavilions discussing the scientific correctness of Islam and the peaceful teachings of the Koran.

The gentleman in question sent me an email stating how misunderstood Islam is, given that it is considered as a religion of terror and hence extended me an invite to attend the said conference to broaden my perception.

I feel very strongly about freedom of thought, expression and voice and think it unpardonable for anyone to trespass my personal bubble. Religion ought to be banned from the office and institutions of learning. And those wearing it on their sleeve by decorating their workstations with religious garble or patronising colleagues with teachings exclusive to their interpretation ought to be fired.

Just because I evince an interest in your cuisine doesn’t make me want to imbue myself with the blood of your making. The fire I felt spread through my being required every ounce of sobriety in keeping me from exploding with sarcasm and loathing. His patronising attitude filled me with revulsion for what I mistook, was his better sense.

But keeping up with the global charade of political correctness, I chose not to respond.

My wailing wall is crumbling and my depraved sense of justice is longing for genocide.

Quid pro quo.

~ by alternativefrock on December 9, 2007.