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7/24/2025, 8:03:13 AM
>>24577760
It is crucial that a man in such circumstance refuses to dehumanize himself. To allow those who boldly and openly declare you as a non-human to gain victory over your sense of self and to even slightly view your own self as they do to you with impunity. No, I am a human being. I live as a human being, even if the government and the armed forces deem me as a non-human and base on this their entire foreign policy and endless wars of imperialist genocide. I am not a roach, a monstrous vermin, am a human being as any other.
You see this theme throughout the works of Kafka, who notably wrote in German, including in The Trial (Der Prozess) in which a man is brought to trial by an alien authority beyond his reach or communication for crimes that are never actually revealed. Surely this is the experience of a Jew in turn-of-the-century Europe who by his very existence is denied certain rights and access to institutions of society by law. I think this is crucial to understanding Kafka, the experience of the hated religious minority. Alienated, isolated, true absurdity and not the pleasant kind. He also writes a story about a penal camp of cruel and inhuman torture, a premonition. A nazi death camp is not unlike Abu Ghraib, Guantanamo Bay, a CIA blacksite. Metamorphisis is a nightmare story.
But here in the country it is a different story. Down by the water, deep in the woods, an idyllic setting for Fikr and Muraqaba, quite literally what was to ancient desert Muslims the very conception of Paradise. Gardens beneath which rivers flow. I can only speculate what the desert wanderers of Moses and his caravan in exile would make of it. The red-tailed hawk, the blue heron, the turtle and the snakes, the fish and robins and bluebirds, the butterfly, the red fox, the coyote, the graceful and effortless deer. To these and more I am only human, they do not understand what religion even means, but they speak in their movementa and lives by the hand of God for which Muraqaba provides a silent and unconscious dialogue with all creation.
And in this context, the wilderness, we are all only human and this vitality cannot be denied by any. And so I sit in Muraqaba, so still, silent, watching the entire symphony of life unfold and seeing in it a silent communication in the language of God. And in this, stillness and peace, sweet peace and steady joy.
It is crucial that a man in such circumstance refuses to dehumanize himself. To allow those who boldly and openly declare you as a non-human to gain victory over your sense of self and to even slightly view your own self as they do to you with impunity. No, I am a human being. I live as a human being, even if the government and the armed forces deem me as a non-human and base on this their entire foreign policy and endless wars of imperialist genocide. I am not a roach, a monstrous vermin, am a human being as any other.
You see this theme throughout the works of Kafka, who notably wrote in German, including in The Trial (Der Prozess) in which a man is brought to trial by an alien authority beyond his reach or communication for crimes that are never actually revealed. Surely this is the experience of a Jew in turn-of-the-century Europe who by his very existence is denied certain rights and access to institutions of society by law. I think this is crucial to understanding Kafka, the experience of the hated religious minority. Alienated, isolated, true absurdity and not the pleasant kind. He also writes a story about a penal camp of cruel and inhuman torture, a premonition. A nazi death camp is not unlike Abu Ghraib, Guantanamo Bay, a CIA blacksite. Metamorphisis is a nightmare story.
But here in the country it is a different story. Down by the water, deep in the woods, an idyllic setting for Fikr and Muraqaba, quite literally what was to ancient desert Muslims the very conception of Paradise. Gardens beneath which rivers flow. I can only speculate what the desert wanderers of Moses and his caravan in exile would make of it. The red-tailed hawk, the blue heron, the turtle and the snakes, the fish and robins and bluebirds, the butterfly, the red fox, the coyote, the graceful and effortless deer. To these and more I am only human, they do not understand what religion even means, but they speak in their movementa and lives by the hand of God for which Muraqaba provides a silent and unconscious dialogue with all creation.
And in this context, the wilderness, we are all only human and this vitality cannot be denied by any. And so I sit in Muraqaba, so still, silent, watching the entire symphony of life unfold and seeing in it a silent communication in the language of God. And in this, stillness and peace, sweet peace and steady joy.
7/14/2025, 3:02:30 AM
I actively confront federal informants in real life. Am completely confident in the righteousness of my views in the eyes of God, who is greater than any sort of government.
I oppose the zionist government with complete faith in God. It is not hard when they rape kids and bomb churches in the Holy Land.
What do I have to fear? I trust in God completely. My faith is sincere and unbreakable. My soul sits comfortably in a seat of honor, I stand confidently against evil.
If you will excuse me, I have to go pray Maghrib and enjoy a plate of delicious garden pasta and a cool glass of milk.
I oppose the zionist government with complete faith in God. It is not hard when they rape kids and bomb churches in the Holy Land.
What do I have to fear? I trust in God completely. My faith is sincere and unbreakable. My soul sits comfortably in a seat of honor, I stand confidently against evil.
If you will excuse me, I have to go pray Maghrib and enjoy a plate of delicious garden pasta and a cool glass of milk.
7/4/2025, 12:20:03 PM
I am a Muslim and have no intention of migrating to a Muslim nation. America is my home. I have deep roots here, especially in the South.
6/25/2025, 7:44:50 AM
>>508662380
>Life is very quiet and calm out here*, it is incredibly peaceful in this* sleepy little town.
I used to live in the ghetto in the middle of Washington D.C. and things were pretty hectic. I'd like to go back and make dawah in the ghetto, that means inviting people to Islam.
>Life is very quiet and calm out here*, it is incredibly peaceful in this* sleepy little town.
I used to live in the ghetto in the middle of Washington D.C. and things were pretty hectic. I'd like to go back and make dawah in the ghetto, that means inviting people to Islam.
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