Quran Versus Bible – 2

Read part 1  here.

On my way back home, a classmate asked me to escort him to his house.

The poor child’s father had failed to show up to take his young child who was scared of street wolves of Sodomite Saudi Arabia to go home alone at noon, when the streets are deserted & dangerous.

I’m a Terminator. I immediately grabbed that opportunity. It was going to make my trip back to home a little longer but I’m a servant of women & children.

In our way, we found an ice-cream shop that was luckily open at an otherwise nap time in Dammam.

We bought cone ice-cream and enjoyed licking it on our way home.

I did that on next day, also, and my nose-bleeding stopped.

Jesus saved my life with two cones of ice-cream costing 1 Rial, while I had saved a poor child of a rich industrialist who was afraid of Sodomites so common on Saudi streets due to lack of women rights there.

But my blog also consists of some Quran Studies.

I was born in Saudi Arabia to two immigrant parents. My mom was kind-of a refugee — she had run away from evil JI (Jamaat-e-Islami), a religio-political party who stalked her husband and her husband used to feed those dogs from his poor children’s money.

In Dammam, I studied in Saudi public schools, which are part schools, part religious seminaries teaching Wahabism, a puritanical creed of Islam and the mother ideology of all terrorist organizations, including IS (Islamic State).

Besides learning Arabic and Quran — Muslims’ only holy book — we were also taught unholy Islamic books called Hadith (statements falsely attributed to Muhammad), Sunnat (religious customs & traditions also falsely attributed to Muhammad), Tafseer (false interpretation of Quran, false translations of Quran”s difficult words and false “reasons” given to certain parts of Quran to tame their obvious commandments according to their liking), Seerat (dubious history of Islam that doesn’t make sense) and Fiqah.

Literally, “Fiqah” means “understanding”, but it’s translated as “Islamic jurisprudence”.

The truth is that Fiqah is more like a cobweb of useless, obsolete conclusions and rulings using dubious methods.

Thanks to further radicalization by convicted dangerous, rebellious religious criminals and heretics like Imam Hanbal, ibn-e-Taymiya, and Imam Abdul Wahhab, Fiqah and the whole of Islam is now a labyrinth in which one can enter but not exit for thousands of years until Heracles comes to his rescue and damages the labyrinth, which USA, Russia, China and the rest of the world combined can’t dismantle.

Beside all these false, man-made magic (false religion), we were taught and practiced Wahabi Islam.

As if all above was not enough, they set up extra radicalization classes to recruit for Afghan Jihad of 80s.

I’ll eat my hat if the world powers can as much as stop this destructive, Satanic ideology in its tracks, let alone terminate it.

So here I come. THE Terminator of all problems. It was not a lie when I claimed in 2008 that I was working on the technology to build heaven.

You can read my theory with interesting details in my posts. My theory – in a nutshell – goes something like this:

The world lived in TOTAL peace & harmony until Lamech, which is a Jewish word that means “The Mighty”, showed lust in a beautiful women called Adah, which is another Jewish word that means “beautiful”.

After having his son from her, he married another woman named Zilla, which means “rib”.

A man hardens his heart since his early adolescence and stops crying. He becomes evil: selfish & violent like Cain. He transforms from Dr. Jackyll to Mr. Hyde.

The solution is that the man marry his soulmate and receive the  Baptism of Love.

This marriage of True Love fills man’s heart with love (the Holy Spirit), which covers over a multitude of wrongs, as Bible says.

Since Lamech (also called Nimrod – “Rebel on God”) never married his soulmate and lied about Zilla, he remained evil & violent.

He also Christened himself “Enoch” to fool the Jews who used to follow the tradition of Cain whose name the Lord had changed to “Seth” after he was baptized by marrying his soulmate, Asia.

Lamech then walked with God (obeyed his wives) for 300 years but then the soulmates of his wives showed up. He killed them and that violence on the part of Lamech exposed his lies and his wives killed him because it is written,

“Whoso sheddeth man’s blood, by man shall his blood be shed: for in the image of God made he man.”

Continues…

Quran Versus Bible – 2

The Son of Woman

In January 1992, I went to visit Pakistan with mom and my little sister. This was my first vacations after landing my first job with Dallah Group in February, 1991.

My brother Hamid joined us shortly thereafter. He’s an interesting brother.

Since his arrival, he was in search of a song he had heard and found amusing.

He only remembered its rhythm and a few lyrics. Since I had never heard it, I couldn’t help him find it.

A girl of 10 used to come and go freely in our house because our mom loved her for some reason. Her name was Fahmida.

Hamid once asked her about the song and sang the small part he remembered,

“Tu patang heh kisi aur ki”
(you are someone else’s kite)

It made her burst into a laugh!

Hamid, the Mr. Smart, was embarrassed. After a while, she caught her breath and corrected Hamid: It’s not patang (kite) but pasand (like).

She then told him song’s name as well as the name of the Indian movie, DIL HEH KEH MANTA NAHI (MY HEART JUST WON’T ACCEPT).

That movie is an Indian remake of Hollywood movie, IT HAPPENED ONE NIGHT.

Little did Hamid know God was going to make that movie and its song come live in his life. Hamid had been signed up for THE DIVINE COMEDY, which he rather sees as THE DIVINE TRAGEDY because it hurts him.

My flight back was scheduled earlier and went through Dhahran and I returned with my sister, while mom stayed behind with my brother, Hamid, (who figures out prominently in my life).

A few days later, I went to Airport Dhahran to receive mom who had decided to go through Dhahran back to Jeddah with me. My brother, Asim, who used to live in Dhahran, had given me his car to bring mom home.

I waited until all passengers came out but my mom didn’t come out. I gently asked the security guard to let me in to see why my mom had not come out.

I found her in the legal office. She was being interrogated by two officers. They told me my mom possessed 100 copies of magic. Traficking in magic carries death penalty in the holy lands of Saudi Arabia.

I looked at those pages and found some verses of Quran. I showed them those verses and asked them how that could be magic?

They looked intently, consulted with each other and knew they had no chance of winning the case and released mom.

Mom then told me she wasn’t sorry for her loss of those pages. She used to feel sorry for the millions of poor visitors and pilgrims who were harassed by these insolent customs officers who used to ruthlessly tear apart their luggage in search of non-existent drugs and left them crying without compensation.

It was then that I decided I was going to challenge them one day to prosecute me and God called me Son of Woman.

Hence, my crime described in my blog post, “The Flight from Casablanca”.

The Son of Woman