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Chapter Forty-Seven
Ense et aratro
Seth Carmassi began revolving around the young Arab’s table as he motioned for Prinkler to ape his motions in reverse. “I still don’t know, Jonas. I don’t think that young Haytham here is quite satisfied with our sincerity.”
“Oh?” Jonas was simply mimicking his friend’s actions, not exactly privy to the younger American’s motive.
“Oh, yes.” Seth continued as his hand intentionally disrupted Haytham’s Coke, spilling the beverage onto the table. “Mister Haytham here thinks that his Master, Muhammad, is as holy as the Prophet by the same name.”
“Apparently.” The words from Jonas’ mouth seemed to flutter out without concern.
“Yes.” Seth’s voice heightened in volume with each pass of the Arab student. “But Muhammad, be he Prophet or terrorist, is no deity. Eh eh. They are both men and both just as vile as any other member of the species who twists God’s intent.
“Take this Muhammad the Prophet, for example. Did not ‘The Prophet’ order the killing of Safwan b. Omayya, Abdollah b. ol-Khatal, Meqyas b. Sobaba, Ekrema b. Abi Jahl, ol-Howayreth b. Noqaydh b. Wabh, and Abdollah b. Sa’d b. Abi Sarh?
“Hell, that’s six innocent people right there! Did not this Sarh character simply question the Prophet’s authority to alter God’s word? Oh, my. Death for questioning authenticity. Now there’s a reason to whack somebody!
“Did not ‘the Prophet’ tell his men, and I quote, ‘I was expecting one of you to stand up and behead him’? And why did Muhammad, a.k.a., the ‘anointed one’ , have Abu’ Afak – what was he? One hundred and twenty years old? – killed? Because he simply made fun of Muhammad? Give me a frickin’ break.
“Oh, that reminds me. What about poor Asma b. Marwan? Did not the Prophet have her assassinated simply because she stood up for the old guy? For Christ’s sake! She was a poet! You can’t harm anyone by composing a few verses!”
Seth paused abruptly in his revolutions around the table and slammed his fist down hard upon the table, startling both Haytham and Jonas in the process. “Goddamnit!” roared Carmassi. “Don’t you know that your so-called Prophet was nothing but an opportunistic politician with a penchant for murdering people and abusing children and women at will?”
Haytham’s skin grew tense around his face, nearly collapsing his eyes into a fold of indiscriminate flesh but he uttered not a sound.
“The problem with Islam today,” Seth continued his motions around the table. “Is that the old Muslims are too decrepit to change and the young ones believe too much in fairy tales. It is okay to believe in stupid-assed politicians that don’t want to accomplish anything but inflate their own ego – take our own President, for example – but don’t offend God by wrapping the bastard up in religion!
“You’d get a whole lot more respect from the world if you simply categorized Islam as a political body than a religious one. You know that, don’t you? Muhammad was a warrior and a politician. He wasn’t a religious man. Now, Gandhi was a man of faith. Never harmed a soul. Christ, well he was God so, of course, he saved souls. Detect a trend here, Haytham? Good guys save people. They don’t behead them just for speaking their minds!”
Seth paused again, placing his left shoe upon the edge of the table, directly opposite from the young Arab student and in full view, and proceeded to calmly tie his shoelace. “Did not Muhammad write ‘Make war on those who have received the Scriptures – that is, Jews and Christians – but do not believe in Allah or in the Last Day’? Oh, I’m sorry, Allah wrote that bullshit. And what of ‘Fight them until you are no longer persecuted and the religion of Allah reigns absolute’? Oh, that’s real tolerance.
“Christians march down to take back the Holy Land and you guys have been bitchin’ about it for nearly a thousand years. Now you want to take back, what, ‘Muslim land’, and we’re supposed to sit back and let you have your way? Give me a frickin’ break.”
Seth finished tying his shoelace and gave the table a sharp kick, sending the furniture into the Arab’s midsection as he dropped his foot back down audibly to resume his motions around the room. “I just don’t know what to do with you Haytham. I really don’t.
“You see, Muslims attacked America. Muslims killed thousands of innocent Americans. Oh, I know, we supposedly invaded your land and harmed your people but that’s a camel load of crap. Take a look at our country. Between invading Islam and boinking Britney Spears, which do you think gets most of our attention, hmmm?
“Invade Islam? My mother-frickin’-ass…”
Seth slowly ground to a halt, cast a quick glance up towards the ceiling, towards that point where people gaze when they cannot see anything but the eternity of the cosmos before them, and finally looked over at Prinkler. “I just don’t know, Jonas. I say we just shoot this prick right now…”
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wow..very intense!
Posted by: Angel | March 03, 2009 at 09:56 PM