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The old lady begging at the robot.
i do not frown at you.
i do not despise you.
The road you walked to this robot (traffic lights), i walked a road to it too.
i am you
you are more than me.
SalaamaT wa AadaaB, dear and respected first time visitor please visit the Page (( About Maulana munir hassan and this blog )), it will put the blog and its author into perspective for you. Jazaakallah, Thank You very much.
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In the (about maulana munir hassan and this blog) Page i said that I would blog (write) about an unsuccessful attempt to murder me and the death threats that i received and still do.
1. i was once criticizing the misogynistic muslim practice on talk radio here in South Africa.
One night three (3) men broke into my home after midnight.
i was asleep. The assaulted me. One of the men shoved a gun into my mouth. He tried firing it. The gun jammed. He gave the gun to an accomplice, took out a knife and brandished it in my face. They told me to get into the back room. They held onto me. i managed to break free, ran to the window and began screaming. The murderers – cum – assassins ran away.
In the morning a family member received a telephone call, “Did he get the message!”
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salaamat wa aadaab
Dear first time visitor please visit the (about Maulana munir hassan and this blog) page. It will put this blog and blogger in perspective.
Thank you. JazaakallaaH
The son of Aaminah worked as a hand on merchant caravans that traveled far and wide to sell, buy, barter, scout… might there have been someone who showed him some kindness? a date? some cheese? some butter? a sip of water? maybe a toy or some useful thing, a knife? If only i could have been that stranger. i would have loved to say ” thank you ” to that stranger but i am unable to – hunger eats me as a write, it makes me dizzy, it makes me wonder – strange, what awesome and terrible power hunger has, the power to make man wonder.
Hunger is satan’s triumph over man and God.
The stomach cramps are the echo of his laughter.
Hunger makes man an enemy of himself.
Hunger puts man at war with himself.
Hunger makes man hate himself.
Yaa Aaminah Ummann Nabiyy, Yaa Aaminah Ummahaatil Iimaan wal Islaam i munir hassan, an abused orphan, place at your doorstep this.
You sit in an abode higher then firdaus, the ulul azm of the Nabis want audience with you.
Yaa Aaminah! The design of many after the death of my father, one Faqiir Ahmed Hassan, was to deny me literacy, numeracy, education… this agenda they collectively and violently pursued. Their Scars are visible on my body.
They succeeded triumphantly and completely – Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
Had they not succeeded i would have given you a much better gift, a gift with which i could be desirous of the ridh’waan of Your son, the darling of the heavens and the earths.
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Yaa Aaminah Yaa Muhammad (alaikum salaati wa salaami)
