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As Salaam Alaykum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuhu,

Regular readers of this blog will remember a conversation that I had with with a Christian in the post, Why I’m Not Donating Any Money to Haiti. This person objected to my use of the word bastard as a description for Christian missionaries. Instead of apologizing, I defended my use of the term citing missionary deception in the quest for converts. Before that I made this post, Contradiction or Contrast, highlighting a deception of John Gilchrist in one of his debates with Shabir Ally. In the comments of that post I promised a post on deception in Christian evangelism. This post both a fulfilment of my promise and examples for anyone who wishes to deny deception among the callers to Christianity. I hope that this will also serve as a warning to Muslims not to be duped when you come into contact with these silver tongue devils.

And say: “Truth has come and Batil has vanished. Surely! Batil is ever bound to vanish.” [Quran 17:81]

A special duaa for our brother and sheikh, Ahmed Deedat, who spent a very large portion of his life working to uncover the ugly face of Christianity and giving the fruits of his labours away freely. Ya ar-Rahman have mercy on Ahmed Deedat, forgive his sins, overlook his shortcomings and reward him handsomely for his faith and righteous deeds. Deedat is a hero of ours and we love him. Surely a man loved by the ummah of Muhammad is loved more by You. All praise belongs to You. There is no God except You.

To proceed:

I would like to clear something up from the beginning. I often use the words missionary, apologetic and evangelic interchangeably and often they are synonymous with the meaning of, ‘someone calling to Christianity’.  However, they have slightly different meanings. I don’t really care about the different meanings, just remember that I use these words to mean someone calling to Christianity and that I will try to stick to the use of ‘missionary’ for this purpose. If you object to my definition or usage of any of these terms please keep it to yourself.

The Bible Endorses Missionary Deception:

“Though I am free and belong to no man, I make myself a slave to everyone, to win as many as possible. To the Jews I became like a Jew, to win the Jews. To those under the law I became like one under the law (though I myself am not under the law), so as to win those under the law. To those not having the law I became like one not having the law (though I am not free from God’s law but am under Christ’s law), so as to win those not having the law. To the weak I became weak, to win the weak.”

(1st Corinthians 9:19-22)

“But be it so, I did not burden you: nevertheless, being crafty, I caught you with guile.

(2nd Corinthians 12:16)

But if the truth of God through my lie abounded unto his glory, why am I also still judged as a sinner?

(Romans 3:7)

And most devilish,

“But what does it matter? Nothing matters except that, in one way or another, people are told the message about Christ, whether with honest or dishonest motives, and I’m happy about that. Yes, I will continue to be happy.”

(Philippians 1:18)

Could these verses be any clearer in their endorsement of lying for the case of Christ? Watch the videos and look at the pictures with these verses in your mind.

Using Political Turmoil to Convert Muslims:

Talk by Sheikh Ahmed Deedat on Christian Missionary Deception:

If Christianity were true then it would not need to resort to trickery and lies to convert, because there is no way that falsehood can stand up to truth.

And say: “Truth has come and Batil has vanished. Surely! Batil is ever bound to vanish.” [Quran 17:81]

As Salaam Alaykum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuhu,

Over the last couple of days, I have been thinking and questioning my stance on donating to Haiti, which has inspired me to take another look at a book that I’ve had on my shelf for a number of years. Written by Dr. Abdullah Hakim Quick, ‘Deeper Roots’ is a look at the Muslim presence in the Americas and the Caribbean from before Columbus to the present.

Deeper Roots is an attempt to right the wrong of Western academics who have sought to remove, diminish, and vilify Islamic history in the Caribbean and to highlight Muslim achievements there. Far from the supposed cultural supremacy of arrogant Europeans, this book shows a highly sophisticated Americas that stretched back thousands of years and an Islamic presence that pre-dates Columbus and his cohorts by 600 years.

The book begins by introducing the reader to the region, the people, and the lifestyle and beliefs of the indigenous people. The Americas was not an underdeveloped, empty land space partially populated by savage barbarians, it was teeming with sensitive peoples and their admirable achievements. These early Americans developed complex societies, governments and religions. They built pyramids, kept written records, lived harmoniously with nature and were accomplished seamen. Sadly, much of their achievements were lost to pillaging Europeans.

The second chapter pieces the puzzle of early Islamic contact in the Americas together by examining the capabilities of African Muslims to sail across the Atlantic, their desire to do so, and the historical, linguistic and archaeological evidence of it. We learn about the motivations of these Muslims to make the trip from a wealthy Africa to unknown lands and most intriguing their acceptance as part of the society once they arrived there. Over the six hundred years between the first Muslim contact and the arrival of Columbus, Muslims became part the indigenous population and the Islamic faith had made a big impression on the religious identity of the whole society. As a continuation of their crusade against Islam, the Spanish sought to undo this by destroying anything and subjugating anyone with the slightest connection to Islam.

Chapter three details the darkest period for the Muslims and the entire region, the slavery and cultural genocide of all non-Christians and especially Muslims in the name of Christ and profit. Millions of men, women and children were kidnapped, taken from Africa, transported to the West and force into a life of slavery. Among the Christian excesses were forced conversion to Christianity, forced baptism, Arabic was outlawed, any practicing of Islam was forbidden, forced name changes, forced eating of pork, families were separated, and marriage was disallowed but fornication was acceptable. While these things are terrible and they certainly had a horrific impact on the state of Islam amongst the slaves, we can take comfort in the fact that many Muslim slaves died resisting slavery in its early period and they were the vanguards of resisting it in its later stages. We may also take comfort in the fact that while all of the slaves were outwardly Christian many of them retained as much of the Islamic creed as possible and encouraged each other to remain steadfast to the deen of Allah. I ask Allah profusely to reward them again and again and give them so many pleasures in the afterlife that they will forget that they suffered at all. Equally, I ask Allah to punish those Christians again and again and torment them so much in the afterlife that they forget that they experience any pleasure at all.

The fourth chapter introduces us to the contracted worker from India, Indonesia and the economic emigrants from the Middle East. Little more than slaves these contracted workers suffered abuses from every angle. Even though these Muslims were mostly illiterate they managed to fend off the abuses and the missionaries and begin to develop an Islamic community, with mosques and madrasas. The high level of missionary activity highlights the underhandedness of missionary tactics and its failure is indicative of the failure of Christianity.

From the darkness of the last two chapters, the rest of the book shows a resurgent Islam and a promising future for the Muslims in the Caribbean. Organizations and schools began to appear. Daiees and money came to spread the deen of Allah and to guard against corrupted beliefs of black nationalism and Qadianism. The Muslims of the Caribbean are only now getting their voices back and beginning to show their strength. InshaAllah Islam will once again have the positive influence that it had before the darkness of Christianity shadowed those beautiful islands.

My only complaint about this book is that it is too short, only 80 pages including the bibliography and the appendices. I wanted to know more. I wanted more examples and more analysis. Perhaps the intention of the book is to give the reader a taste and hunger to research the matter further. The book did create that desire in me and the desire to visit the Caribbean and join the dawah there.

While reading this book I thought of a few things that I would like to share:

  1. The Caribbean was well on its way to becoming Muslim, just like Indonesia, before the Christians came with their oppression and terrorism.
  2. Christianity wouldn’t have so many followers if Christians weren’t so willing to force convert people and murder those that refused.
  3. The hypocrisy of Christians in claiming that Islam spread through force conversions, when the reality is that’s how Christianity spread, not only in the Caribbean but around the world.
  4. Generally, the descendants of the Romans are the harshest, most uncouth barbarians on this planet.
  5. The West Indies was a major battleground in the war between Iman and Kufr and the trouble there was a continuation of the barbarism of Christians against Muslims in the Middle East, Africa and Europe.
  6. Whenever a Christian occupies a land he causes untold suffering and corruption to the land, people and natural recourses as he seeks to strip the place of every type of wealth.
  7. Whenever a Muslim conquered a nation or encountered another culture the outcome was always positive for the land, people and natural resources.

I would like to end this review by sharing a personal experience.

I visited West Africa 8 or 9 years ago and during that trip I took a ferry to an island off its coast. On that island there is a big house, which served the purpose of housing slaves before they were shipped to the West or to Europe.

When you walk in, there is a room that was used to medically examine and measure the slaves, who were then divided up according to age, gender and physical ability. They were then stuffed into small rooms by the hundreds. They were packed so tightly that they were not able to sit and had to urinate and defecate standing there pressed against so many others. The stench must have been something terrible. There was also a small cramped space for any ‘troublemakers’. Then there was the door of no return, which led to the sea and was the last door these Muslim slaves would pass through in Africa. The water just outside the door was constantly infested with sharks because if any slave died while in the house they would just toss their body out into the water. Some other characteristics of the house was very think walls, minuscule windows, a constant darkness and dampness.

The horrific conditions in which the slave suffered was contrasted heavily by the living quarters of the man who ran the slave house. His room was light, airy and very spacious. There was a comfortable bed, a desk, a chair and signs of his Christian faith everywhere. Quite clearly he had every comfort available to him and had no problems reconciling his faith with the torture of others that were different than him.

After the tour of the house we were given a tour of the church that was just down the road. It was the church which all the people involved in the slave trade would have gone to. I can’t say much about the church because I was thrown out for refusing to remove my kufi by an energetic African Christian.

Needless to say this has had a profound impact on my life. Allah there is no god except You, all praise and thanks belong to You.

I hope I have done this book justice and have encouraged you all to read more about the Islamic history of the Americans.

I want to read about your experiences, opinions and insight. Please share something personal about Islam in the Caribbean or Africa. If you don’t have any personal experience share some insight, give me and others something to think about. I will give one of the commenters a copy of the book ‘Deeper Roots’ as a thank you for sharing.

As Salaam Alaykum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuhu,

It’s not quite ‘The Twilight Zone’ but perhaps equally as scary for the non-nerd.

The nerd zone is my wife’s take on what I had previously referred to as ‘the zone’. The zone is the special time when work just seems to flow naturally and effortlessly. It is during that time that I write more code at a higher level of quality. It’s that time when writing is easy for me and my thoughts appear on paper as if by magic. It’s that time when I’m reading something that I struggled with and it suddenly makes sense. It’s that time when I’m so focused that I forget about the pot of coffee and it burns before I’ve even had a cup. It’s a light switch turned on in my head. What seemed tedious before is now a pleasure and the end result is admirable.

I complained yesterday that I don’t have enough quiet time to sit and really get stuck into my work and as a result I have to push things back further and further. It’s hard to get into the zone with a baby on your lap, typing with one hand or when the wife asks you to do some mundane task every few minutes. ‘Abdullah can you check the bathroom door and make sure I closed it?’. ‘Sure’.

My wife was really good about my complaint, she offered to seal me up in a room with a refrigerator, a coffee machine and oxygen. Just so that I have a chance to reach the nerd zone or perhaps to shield herself from my nerdiness.

The funny thing about her use of the term nerd zone was the matter of fact way that she said it. There was no joking in her voice, her tone was serious. I had to say, ‘wait a minute, did you say “the nerd zone”’. She hesitated and laughed before she admitted it.

I embrace it and it will henceforth be known as ‘the nerd zone’. I also embrace the term nerd or geek. I am a nerd, I like nerdy things and I’m proud of it. But what does it say about the woman who married a nerd?

Oh Allah have mercy on the ummah of Muhammad, salallahu alayhi wa sallam. Forgive our shortcomings, our laziness, our impatience and our inabilities. Admit us into your paradise and protect us from your hell. All praise and thanks belong to you, there is no god except you.

As Salaam Alaykum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuhu,

At the risk of becoming unpopular or losing any of the likability that I might have, I am going to ignore the the numerous petitions for donations from the various charities and individuals and I want to tell you all why.

I have nothing against the government of Haiti that I don’t have against any other government and I don’t have anything against the people of Haiti that I don’t have against any other disbelieving community. I do appreciate the severity of their plight, not only with this earthquake but also being on the receiving end of the oppression of white elitist Western countries that have been subjugating poor brown peoples for centuries.

I do not have any tears left. My sympathies and empathies have been used up. I do not feel any remorse or regret at seeing the loss of life of the disbelievers, even the innocent or the children. I feel nothing for the people of Haiti.

I have already cried for hours looking at the pictures of innocent children with bullet holes in their bodies. I have already suffered the anguish of the stories of rape and murder. My heart already burns for the innocent languishing in prisons. I am already suffering at the thought of the starvation of my people because of warmongering nations. I am already angry at the exploitation of the Muslim ummah and the savagery of the Christian and atheistic imperialists.

I’ll make a deal with you. If you stop impoverishing us with your IMF and oppressing us with your UN and killing us with your M16s; if you tear down your walls of apartheid and give us our property back and send your occupying armies home, I’ll donate some money to Haiti. Until then, my money will be going elsewhere.

As Salaam Alaykum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuhu,

I testify to the fact that there is nothing in the heavens above or in the earth below that deserve to be worshiped except Allah, the Lord of all. I testify to the face that Muhammad ibn Abdullah is the slave and messenger of Allah, the seal of the prophets and the most noble of men.

A couple of days ago my wife and and I went to pick Sabah up from madrasa. I waited in the car while Zahira collected her. When they got back to the car, I gave the usual greeting of salaam. Zahira replied, ‘we have a problem’. Sabah is misbehaving in madrasa and apa is tired of it. Apparently, its been going on for days but today was worse. Spurred on by another child, Sabah laughs when apa is telling other kids to behave and when it’s time to read her sabak, she refuses to even look at the book.

Sabah had a similar problem when she first joined her madrasa. She befriended two boys that turned out to be quite naughty and she behaved like they did. There were a couple of tough weeks for us, lots of alone time in her bedroom, lots of saying sorry, and a lot less treats. It worked, she started behaving and she started to improve and more forward in her lessons.

After apa finished telling Zahira what happened, Sabah was only concerned that I might find out. She told her mother not to tell me but of course she did. Sabah got into the car quietly and looked back nervously when her mother was telling me what happened.

I guess that it shouldn’t have been a real surprise because we noticed that apa wasn’t giving her any new sabak, meaning she wasn’t reciting the one she already had and at home she didn’t give her full attention to it. I tried to bribe her by offering to take her to buy something she wanted but that didn’t work.

When we got home, I told Sabah to take off her coat, shoes and to put her juzdaan away and then I led her up to her room. I don’t shout or hit my kids, when I’m angry. Mainly because the soft approach works so well with Sabah but also because my father was harsh on every occasion and I ended up terrified of the man. Sabah told me that she doesn’t want to go to her room but I told her that she has to because she was being naughty. After a while, I went and got her from her room on the condition that she behaves and doesn’t trouble anyone.

Downstairs, she wanted to sit on my lap and do whatever it was that I was doing. I told her no because I’m still upset. She started to cry and then told on me. I asked her to come near me and then I hugged her and kissed her and told her that I love her but I’m still upset because she wasn’t listening to apa and wasn’t learning her sabak. She left me and went sulking.

Zahira told me that she thought that Sabah was upset because I was upset with her and that I must remember that Sabah is only five. When Sabah asked to go to the toilet, I took her. Normally, she asks me to carry her up the stairs. She wasn’t going to ask this time but I offered. I carried her above my head up the stairs and down the hallway and we laughed and she was happy again. There was no more sulking, no more crying and the whole mood in the house changed. She really was upset only because I was upset.

I asked Zahira how long will it last? I know there will be a day when she really doesn’t care if I’m upset and that’s going to be a sad day.

O Allah, there is no god except You, glory be to You, praise be to You. O Allah forgive us our shortcomings and admit us into Your paradise.

As Salaam Alaykum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuhu,

I haven’t been writing much about Dhuha. Mostly because I didn’t want to seem like I was complaining. Even now, I am not complaining, not to Allah and especially not to any of you. I don’t need to complain because I am content with what Allah has given and I am content with the trial of autism that has affected my family. Alhamdulillah for everything.

This past year and the ending part of 2008 has been a pivotal time for Dhuha and our whole family. We went from being unable to cope with Dhuha’s strange behaviour, to understanding it, to accepting it and then getting a diagnosis. The transition was particularly hard for me. For a while, I chose to deny there was a problem at all. I latched on to very false promise that she will grow out of it or that it could be a mild learning disability. When I finally started to accept it, I felt guilty. I could have been the cause for all I knew. When I got past that Dhuha and I developed a very close relationship.

We learned how to communicate with Dhuha. We learned about various treatments and therapies. Dhuha started improving almost immediately. Every progress no matter how small has been a source of excitement for the whole family and what’s more exciting is her constant improvement, which continues today. I remember the first time Dhuha played with another child and the first time she kissed me. Today was the first time that I was able let her hand go outside and tell her to go to her mother, who was 20 feet away, without her making a break for it and running down the street.

Our excitement built as we approached the school year. The idea that Dhuha would be able to go to school was both wonderful and frighting. Wonderful because of the thrill of thinking about what she might achieve and frighting because she has only been away from my wife or I once before and that was with her grandparents, while she was sleeping.

We thought we had Dhuha’s schooling setup nicely. She was to attend a specialist nursery once a week and a private school three times a week. However, she just didn’t take to the specialist nursery. It was after attending the nursery for a few weeks that Dhuha started screaming at night and all night, which is perhaps the most difficult behaviour she has ever displayed. Even though she has calmed down considerably since those two months of night time misery, it is still a tremendous relief when she falls asleep. At about the same time she started biting. Her biting is so random that I get nervous when I am carrying her in certain positions. I still have bruises and a scab where she has bitten me. She also picked up the habit of spitting, which isn’t nice but something that I can easily overlook even when her spit ends up on my face.

This week Dhuha started going the full week at the private school and she seems to be doing very well and gets very excited to be at school in the mornings. Dhuha’s teacher informed us today that Dhuha is taking part in circle time and following the actions of the other children. Dhuha even has a friend, which I think is about the best.

I have come to realise that we are going to have ups and downs. Dhuha is going to have successes and setbacks. I hope the successes are many and the setbacks few and I am intent on doing whatever I can to make Dhuha’s life better, however, the most important thing to me is her happiness. So the decision is made to make sure her life is as stress free and content as possible and we all are just going to get on with the business of living.

As Salaam Alaykum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuhu,

Alhamdulillah, my Sabah turned five this month. We don’t do birthdays so the actual day came and went as normal but I did spend a few minutes thinking about her and the past five years. It has been fantastic getting to know her. She is artistic and creative. She can be very cheeky or very shy. She loves positive comments and dreads the idea that someone might think her as naughty. She is also very feminine. She loves to wear dresses and anything pink. She loves animals and I have seen a number of duaas from her mouth answered. She is pure and sweet and she loves her grandparents. She doesn’t like spicy food and speaks with an accent that is neither like mine or her mother’s. She loves school and is very protective of her sister. She loves Allah, Islam and the Muslims. I am sure that Allah ta’ala loves her.

O Allah make her one of the women of paradise and among the people that you are well pleased.