Quran Versus Bible

My blog is mostly about Adam & Eve’s story in the Book of Genesis.

Not without reason.

My whole life revolves around marital problems, women’s rights, show of deep love & respect of my mother who used to believe marriage was somehow evil.

Even my Terminator project is dedicated to Terminator T-800 in the movie Terminator 2: Judgement Day, where he is shown to have learned his lesson so well that Sarah Connor praises him above all humans when she says,

Sarah Connor: [voiceover] Watching John with the machine, it was suddenly so clear. The terminator, would never stop. It would never leave him, and it would never hurt him, never shout at him, or get drunk and hit him, or say it was too busy to spend time with him. It would always be there. And it would die, to protect him. Of all the would- be fathers who came and went over the years, this thing, this machine, was the only one who measured up. In an insane world, it was the sanest choice.

There’s another reason for my affection with the word “terminator”, despite its negative impression in the minds of the masses: I, even I, am a terminator because I’m the last stop. All the roads lead to me. All your troubles end with me.

I never let an opportunity to help people-in-need slip from my hand. I don’t let them go before I make sure their problem is solved.

I know I’m considered a weirdo like that Terminator, servant of women & children.

“What kind of a man are you? Why children don’t fear you?” A female school principal where I used to teach English, once said to me.

“Why children (of grade IV) need to fear me? Am I a lion or what?” I said in my heart.

She was a woman and women love God & children and hate violence & all evil. Hence, her anti-children disappointment must have been instigated by a male.

Faced with evil, always look for the male factor!

But there were 3 males there and before I figured out who was responsible for promotion of corporal punishment of innocent children, I was fired.

Later on, God told me “It was Sir Amir Raza, jealous of your competencies despite your lower salary.”

Of course he was!

The other two male staff had nothing to do with either children or me. But Sir Amir Raza’s mysogyny and anti-children Satanism was due to his poor English. His poor English skills were exposed because of me so he kept conspiring until I got fired for no reason.

I call it obeying Jesus Christ when He said

“Whosoever will come after Me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross, and follow Me.”


“For whoever wants to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for me will save it. What good is it for a man to gain the whole world, and yet lose or forfeit his very self?”

Besides my presentation of Adam’s story and my theory of AI (Artificial Intelligence) and how to build a Terminator that works — a computer that sees, hears, thinks and understands, the bulk of my blog consists of my life’s memoirs.

But again, most, if not all, of them are about women & children.

They’re about my childhood, meeting Jesus Christ in a pile of trash as detailed in my post,  Jesus In The Trash,  — where he handed me the Technology of Overcoming The World: The Crucifixion — something Christians don’t understand.

When I was admitted to school, I had bleeding nose due to extremely hot weather.

Luckily, my funny older brother, Sajid, caught me unsuccessfully washing my nose off blood in the bathroom’s sink.

He is a funny guy who is a born physician.

He immediately rushed me to the kitchen, let me stand on a small stool for my head to reach the kitchen sink, opened the fridge, took out frozen water jug and poured that frosty water on the top of my head.

His trick worked — as usual.

The bleeding stopped instantly. He then let me lay down on my back with my nose raised by putting some pillows under my head.

I won’t exaggerate if I said he saved my life because all others were taking a long nap (siesta). I’d have bled to death by the time they had woken up.

Jesus Christ took over from that point.

He sent His angel and I saw a dream.

I saw I was in a room with the door closed.

A monkey was outside the room. He extended his tail underneath the door’s clearance and grabbed a 50 Halalah coin.

Then the angel of God woke me up.

I fool failed to understand.

So next night, God’s angel appeared to me again and I saw that same exact dream again.

Then I fool understood.

I grabbed a 50 Halalah coin from my mom’s money-keeping box.

To be continued…

Quran Versus Bible

Who Stole My Soap Bar? – Part 2

In the first post by this name,   Who Stole My Soap Bar?  I told a story of my neighbor, Hanif, who had stolen my soap bar because he wanted me to marry his sister, Fahmidah.

In fact, he’s so desperate to marry me to that beautiful damsel that he is ready to go to any length.

But I’m not going to marry that girl whom I’v always loved.

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Jurlene, my Bible Teacher, once chastised me for such adventures.

She was right when she said “Berni, didn’t I ask you to stop your adventures with women? They give you heartaches and worsen your insomnia problem.”

Poor Jurlene. I failed to obey her because I don’t fear evil.

I enjoy evil — even if it gives me heartache.

When I’m up to something good, I don’t care about storms nor tornadoes. What’s a heartache to stop me from doing the will of God?

She once likened me to “Samson” (The Invincible) because she fool said I had a bad eye for women, like Samson!

How evil on the part of my Bible Teacher!

How dare she judge the Judge of Israel?

Samson had committed no error when he married Delilah, the Palestinian woman.

God wanted him to do that to strike terror in the hearts of bloody Palestinians and teach them to respect the God of Jews — even if they had learned the secret of Samson’s incredible powers.

So my Bible Teacher used to believe the false doctrine of Jesus Christ dying for our sins and hence, she thought that this gave her a license to judge people and commit sins!

What evidence she had against me? I kept telling her about women showing lust in me and my fishing them for God but she thought I had a bad eye for women. How disgusting these teachers are!

There’s always some wisdom of God in my life’s adventures and she should have known that it’s impossible for us to understand God’s wisdom unless He explains it to us and He doesn’t explain to sinners, does He?

Why then she did evil and tried to judge me instead of asking me to explain myself?

In particular, why do they do evil and try to find error with the prophets, the judges and even God himself?

And if teachers and preachers of Bible can find error with the judges and prophets of Bible — which they believe is the word of God — will they not find errors with you? Will they not judge you?

Don’t these evil idiots read about Pharisees finding error with the prostitute who had come to listen to the word of God and Jesus’ refusing to judge her and even saving her from the death penalty?

Jesus, the Word of God, refuses to judge a known prostitute but these “holy” teachers and preachers will even find error with God.

That’s why I’m an outlaw and hated by many teachers and most preachers.

So why Hanif is so hell-bent on marrying me to his beautiful sister?

Why me?

When my wife threw me out of my apartment in February, 2014, I asked her where to go and she suggested I move to my brother, Abid’s.

I had no other place to go to. So I moved to Abid’s although I despise his insolence.

After two months of giving me hell, he once thought of glorifying Ka’ba, the largest idol of the world that is worshipped by Muslims.

I had once mentioned my amusement of God sending a flock of nightingales dropping stones on an army of elephants sent to destroy Ka’ba in 1998, completely shattering the elephants into pieces (Koran:105).

He decided to remind me of that amazing story (to show me how my conversion to Christianity was at fault.)

I asked him if they could ever find an archeological evidence of that army.

“No. It was completely shattered into pieces,” he answered.

“And what about the pots and the armors? You know, such a huge army doesn’t move empty-handed?”

“Everything must have been shattered” he answered in bewilderment.

“So it’s a false story, isn’t it?”

He was dumbfounded.

But his religious bigotry made him mad at me.

Next day, he tried to turn his humiliation into a victory.

At dinner, he accused me of being an idiot for having glorified Ka’ba in 1998. I said “I did it on purpose.”

That really infuriated him and his blood pressure shot up and he swallowed his pills.

He fool thought I trapped him since 1998! How could I’ve done that on my own? It was God who lays these traps.

My conversion to Christianity is both the reason of my troubles as well as the vehicle of my greatest victories — like Joseph, son of Israel.

Continues   here.


The Great Escape

There used to live a man named Abdullah in Mecca. He married a Christian woman named Amna in a city of (Arab) Jews.

The Saudi king, Abu Jehel, had built a shrine like‎ the Temple of Solomon on the holy mount of Zion, in Jerusalem, and used to hide The Second Commandment of Torah that prohibits worship of idols.

People had faith in the “men of God” of Mecca and had no access to Torah, an expensive book at that time.

Abdullah had the bad habit of telling people about that Second Commandment of God instead of marketing the lucrative idols like the rest of “thankful” people of Mecca.

One beautiful day, when he was returning in a caravan to Mecca, he was killed. People believe his death in his twenties was natural.

They have faith in men of God and the Saudi king.

His wife, Amna, was pregnant and gave birth to a son she named Muhammad.

When Muhammad reached 6, his Christian mother took him to Madina, to her family.

On her return, she, too, was killed like her husband. People believe she died a natural death.

They have great faith in men of God and the Saudi king who uses them.

Muhammad studied on the hand of a Christian monk in Syria as all Muslims know but they only believe the Saudi king who says Muhammad was illiterate who couldn’t even read a word.

Upon completing his studies, Muhammad married a widow named Khadija, also a Christian.

She already had an orphan named Zaid.

Muhammad committed a crime against the “holy” shrine and they killed his wife but Muhammad and Zaid managed to escape to Madina.

When Muhammad reached 57, Zaid took a new wife named Aysha.

Muhammad fell in love with Aysha, his adopted son’s wife.

Zaid divorced her so that Muhammad could marry her.

As soon as Muhammad slept with her, he received  The Baptism of Love  and became a saint.

He was not a cave-man as Men of God say but people have too great a faith in men of God.

Soon afterwards, Muhammad started receiving angels and revelations. He named it Quran, which means “read a lot”.

You can’t decipher Koran unless you’ve been baptized. That’s what Quran says.

لا يمسه إلا المطهرون

Translation: None touches it except those who have been baptized.

Mecca’s authorities fought and resisted Muhammad for some 23 years then they suddenly accepted him and even exalted him. Why?

Because Quran seems to acknowledge the Shrine of Mecca, unlike the books of Jews (Old Testament) or the books of Christians (New Testament). It was too easy to hurt the lucrative income from Ka’ba using Bible.

This is what Quran says about Ka’ba:

جعل ﺍلله ﺍلكعبة البيت الحرام

Translation: God has made Ka’ba the Haram (Forbidden) House.

But the Saudi king told people it was forbidden to HUNT game animals in Mecca. Otherwise, Haram means unclean. Everybody knows this.

I don’t know what game animals are found in a desert but people’s faith is unbreakable in the Wahabis and the Saudi king who knows how to use them.

The idols are still there after more than 14 centuries: Ka’ba, the Black Stone, the Stone of Abraham, etc but Muslims believe their men of God and the Saudi king who is very rich and powerful.

In fact, more than a billion people call themselves Muslims as ordered by Quran, a holy book full of Satanic verses as it acknowledges itself:

ﻓَﺈِﺫَﺍ ﻗَﺮَﺃْﺕَ ﺍﻟْﻘُﺮْﺁﻥَ ﻓَﺎﺳْﺘَﻌِﺬْ ﺑِﺎﻟﻠَّﻪِ ﻣِﻦَ ﺍﻟﺸَّﻴْﻄَﺎﻥِ ﺍﻟﺮَّﺟِﻴﻢ

Translation: So if you read Quran, then seek God’s refuge from the devil.

And these Muslims turn their faces to Mecca, still, when serving ritual prayers, 5 times a day, that are not found anywhere in Quran but are a continuation of idol worship that’s also found in the Arab Jews of Sinai and Arab Christians of Ethiopia until this day.

They believe the fight was over cleaning the Shrine of Mecca of some 360 idols, an idol for each day of the year.

What year?

The Julian year consists of 365 or 366 days and the Islamic calendar later came up with a lunar year that consists of 354 or 355 days.

Why 360 idols?

Can anyone name even a single one of them?

Because even a dog gets a name!

What kind of gods & lords were these who had no names?

The truth is the idols are still there: Ka’ba, world’s largest idol, Abraham’s standpoint stone, the “holy water” of Zamzam and other idols in Arafat and Mina.

But Muslims are unaware, aren’t they?

The Great Escape

The Mystery of Disjoint Letters

Billions have read Quran since more than 1400 years but none have succeeded in cracking the puzzle of disjoint letters appearing in the beginning of 29 chapters of Quran.

But I can explain what others can’t because no one has known Jesus as I have.

I was serving my jail term, reading Quran when the Voice told me these letters are God swearing by them. That was weird.

It’s a very common habit of Arabs to swear by stuff. How come no one could figure this simple puzzle out?

Because its time had not come. That’s why.

Now anyone can go check my explanation and see for himself whether I’m telling the truth or not.

Even if a single occurrence fails my explanation, it’ll mean I’m wrong.

The good news is that God’s voice is no longer a privilege. Jesus says “My sheep hear my voice and follow me”. In another place, he says “my sheep knows my voice and follows me and I call them by their names”.

I have a personal relationship with Jesus as many others do. I just know him better than anyone else.

Hence, no one explains holy books as I do.


The Mystery of Disjoint Letters

The Mystery of Aad & Samood

When our second child was born, it was a girl. I asked my wife to suggest a name.

She said “I love the name ‘Asma’ the most but your brother has already named his daughter ‘Asma’. I love the name ‘Erum’ next.” I said “Erum is the city God destroyed according to Quran”.

She then suggested “Aasia” and I liked it. I said “That’s a beautiful name. It’s Greek and means ‘welcome’. Adam, a Jew born in Greece had named Turkey “Asia” because it welcomed Cain.”

I then looked up “Erum” in my wife’s book of Islamic names because I wondered why Pakistanis named their daughters after an evil city.

The book said it was of Persian origin and meant “garden(s)”!

I was shocked. I told my wife and she named our daughter “Aasia Erum”.

But I then understood the mystery of Aad & Samood who figure prominently in Quran but no scholar has ever been able to find their ruins, making it embarrassing for Muslims to believe in lies and things that don’t exist except in their minds.

Let’s see what Quran says,

ألم تر كيف فعل ربك بعاد؟ إرم ذات العماد؟ التي لم يخلق مثلها في البلاد‎.‎‏

English: have you not seen how your Lord did to Aad? The Gardens of Pillars, the likes of which have never been built in the world.

The Hanging Gardens of Babylon!.

They are one of the 7 wonders of ancient world, aren’t they?

And indeed, “Babylon” is considered the origin of magic (corruption of religion) and mother of all vice by Jews and Christians!

Just listen to BoneyM’s song, “Rivers of Babylon”.

But Quran mixes the destruction stories of Aad and Samood. They refer to the evil Islamic empires of Babylon and Assyria.

Quran also mentions a she-camel in Samood. Whenever you see an animal mentioned in Quran, it means “watch out”.

When our eldest brother, Abid, had his second daughter in 1997, he asked us for suggestions. My little sister suggested “Maha”, which means “Fawn”.

But I had strongly objected and after a while, everyone was convinced “Maha” was an evil name and she was named “Asma”, which is the plural of “name” but can also mean “nobler”.

In 2010, I once met a girl on Internet who asked people to give her a psychic reading and solve her problems. A guy cursed her for being named “Fawn” by her parents.

I gently tried to convince her that she was a survivor of childhood abuse and told her she needed to forgive her parents to succeed in life.

She denied any wrongdoing on the part of her parents. I then challenged her to succeed in life without my help. She cursed me and never again contacted me :).

After a while, I saw her profile on LinkedIn. She’d found a good job and was doing well.

That’s why I dislike bad names: they come true in your life!

God is hilarious, isn’t He?

The Mystery of Aad & Samood

Jesus In The Trash

When I was about 9, I was once going to buy bread for lunch. I had 6 older brothers. They kept passing the buck until it came my turn when I was about 4.

I refused to pass the buck to my younger brothers. I was a bad child who didn’t keep the family tradition!

It’s very unsafe for children to go out in Saudi Arabia, especially at noon, when the streets are empty. It’s women who produce children and protect them but in the holy lands of Saudi Arabia, there are no women rights.

One day, I was going to buy bread when my eyes fell on a torn-out booklet thrown in a pile of trash. It was a colorful, illustrated book and I loved books so I picked it up.

It told a weird story of a strange guy named Issa. He was such a nice guy, I fell in his love head over heels but the authorities..

The authorities crucified him!

While on the cross, he asked God to forgive his tormentors as they didn’t know what they were doing. I also remember his heartwrenching cry “My Lord! Why have you abandoned me?” and God immediately answered and took his pain away (assisted suicide).

When his disciples once woke him up before the ship drowned, he scolded the winds and waters first then he rebuked his disciples for their lack of faith.

What an amazing teacher, I thought. He never mocked them. He never punished them. This guy was amazing.

When he came walking on water, he scared his disciples but when they cried, he comforted them.

What a nice, funny guy!

And when Peter showed interest in also walking on water, he didn’t challenge him. He encouraged him and when Peter started drowning, he didn’t mock him, he helped him. So much better than my elder brothers!

How could a child not love him?

Now I know it was the Gospel.

Next day, I read the verse 61:14 of Quran in school, which concluded by stating that God helped Jesus’s followers and they prevailed. I also read verse 41:34, which says,

“The evil and good are not equal. Payback by kindness then your enemy will become a friend.”

Jesus taught me the secret to overcoming the world!

In fact, I already used to obey that command but Jesus wanted to show me why I was doing the right thing and to also learn Quran.

My brothers used to mock me and despise me for doing every dirty job without arguments or complaints. So Jesus decided to meet me in a pile of trash to tell me “It’s OK to do the dirty jobs and help your mom who also loves you”.

And he gave me the power to bring about the change in my family.

Jesus In The Trash

Wrestling The Nephelim

This is a sterilized story that starts here .

I looked up book’s publication data. It was published in 1960.

So she was some 20 years older than me but I didn’t care, I still loved her. Mmm.. she was attractive.

That night I had a vision. I saw God handing me a rod of iron!

All I could see of God was His hand.

I could look up that dream in my mom’s library, I was sure.

My mom was the opposite pole of my dad. She was more into spirituality than science.

Indeed, I found a dream-interpretation book in her magical library.

I thought I would look up “God” and “Iron” and cook up an interpretation. But I was intrigued to find an entry dedicated to that very dream.

“Weird book,” I thought.

It said God was going to put me to test!

I was troubled. Why me? I couldn’t remember doing anything wrong. Unless reading from parents’ libraries was a sin.

I knew I was a bad boy destined for hell.

As soon as the classes started, I was shocked to see a cute, attractive boy who looked so much like That Girl in the book and his hair was brunette!

He was so attractive, I couldn’t take my eyes off of him.

“I’m not listening, teacher, I’m looking at the beauty!”

That boy was going to ruin my studies and more, I thought. I used to sit beside Hamdan.

I didn’t pick Hamdan, he picked me since class VI. All his brothers had left school and joined lucrative jobs in Aramco, the oil giant that runs Saudi Arabia and rules the oil markets of the world still.

But Hamdan wanted to be something more.

I had secured the 6th position in the Eastern Province. The 5 above me were not interested in Hamdan but the sixth…

The sixth was a poor boy. One you could easily win. The sixth was me. This is how we became good friends.

But I’m a superficial guy who is used to judging things by their looks and Hamdan looked like… a rat. Yeah, a rat, ladies and gentleman, a rat!

He offered to lend me Superman and comic books so I guess I did good by keeping him, despite his scary looks.

Hamdan said the Physics teacher was a bad guy. He talked to the principal to change the class but there was only one Physics teacher for all the 6 sections of class XI so he decided to keep the class.

Now I had been kidnapped twice in class IX by two nice Sodomites but both times God had saved me.

The second Sodomite was my boss in a bank where I used to work after school.

He was nice, so he offered me his wife in exchange but I still rejected. I had not yet reached puberty and she was my mom’s age. That big, fat MILF scared the crap out of me.

I was frustrated by men’s interest in sex, which I saw as mere nudity and doing dirty, disgusting things.

And I hated gay sex even after I did reach puberty because I saw it as moral depravity.

But that boy? He was different!

I was confused because his love was different. I didn’t see any moral depravity in his love. He used to pose for me and drive me crazy. Everything he did made my heart beat and sing a song for the Lord.

Yes, I actually thanked God for my falling in love with a boy!

Then came the Law Man.

God told me Ehsan was going to get pregnant had I touched him!

He really scared the crap out of me.

I immediately stopped fantasizing about him!

Now Jamal, the Physics teacher was a holy recruiter for Afghan Jihad. He used to hold brain-washing sessions during the lunch break. I liked attending them with Hamdan… for the sake of free sandwich and a Pepsi.

Hamdan was brain-washed and wanted to become a regular contributor to Jamal’s pamphlet-journal.

One day, Hamdan showed me a piece he had written about the evils and perils of anger.

God had been encouraging me to show anger to ward off Sodomites and scare them away and it was… working.

I gave harsh criticism on Hamdan’s piece.

He tried to brush away my “inferior”, biased opinion but he got stuck and could never publish the piece.

He decided to prove me wrong and get even.

One day, after the last class, he asked me to wait for him to take down the notes.

By the time he finished, the school was empty.

Ehsan had also been waiting. He approached me and undid a button while talking to me in his sweeter-than-nightingale voice.

When he undid the second button, I realized what he was up to. I gently held his hand and he… stopped.

He was not offended. Our love was not about sex. It was not of flesh. It was not of this world.

This shocked Hamdan.

He had been noticing our developing love and he was sure there was no way in hell I was going to miss such an opportunity.

He left Jamal and his Afghan Jihad, Islamic wisdom, hatred of Russian and American infidels, blah, blah, blah.

This story continues  here .

Wrestling The Nephelim