Terrorist Murder In Jerusalem Synagogue

Talking out loud – Islam needs a reboot
By Ahson Saeed Hasan

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The Muslim holy site of the Dome of the Rock on the Al Aqsa mosque compound in the Old City of Jerusalem. PHOTO: AFP

At the very outset, let me clarify that I am neither a religious scholar nor do I have disciplined knowledge about theMuslim faith. The views expressed in this article are purely based on the perspective that one has developed over the course of the past many years. This is by no means a critique of a faith that millions of folks all over the world follow.

To begin with, as paradoxical and contradictory it may sound, amidst all this opulent irreverence, the Muslims claim that there is a ‘back-to-religion’ movement the world over, as a reaction to the incessant indulgence in pleasures of the flesh or maybe as a refuge from the feeling of emptiness it leaves within. The religion is attracting more adherents compared to other faiths. Interestingly, many of the new converts and the ‘not-so-happy Muslims’ are keen to find out for themselves how the ‘old faithful’ are handling their religious commitments. What is attracting them to Islam is its claim that it abhors rituals like the ones elaborated by the Catholic Church or the ceremonials adopted by the Brahmin to elevate himself into a superior caste.

The religion is based on a complete code of life combining the spiritual with the temporal. But what is offering the greatest attraction to the common folk? To the Afro-Americans, in particular is Islam’s stern repudiation and rejection of any distinction of race, colour, caste or social standing.

The outsider’s quest for true Islam should induce the followers of the faith to re-examine themselves and to see if they are repelling and driving away the new converts or helping them consolidate their faith. Some tough questions, therefore, need to be answered and a minute soul-searching is called for.

The first point we have to bear in mind is that more mosques do not necessarily mean more Islam or greater compliance with the Islamic code of life. If that were true, the estimated five-fold increase in the number of mosques across the land since the establishment of a country like Pakistan should have resulted in evidence of more devotion, piety and piousness.

Unfortunately, that has not happened.

If anything, there has been a terrible deterioration in the overall national character, which includes religious intolerance, hatred amongst various sects of Muslims, and a virtual nullification of the good and the virtuous.

It is indeed reprehensible, and Muslims will have to admit, that today they have more of dishonesty and debauchery, and more of normal failings than ever before. The worst of it is the insensitivity toward other religions and disrespect for those who do not ‘qualify’ to be regarded as Muslims. What ISIS demonstrates, therefore, is an absolute brutal decline/downfall in the fortunes of Muslims the world over.

Muslims need to look into the phenomenon more closely without inventing excuses or shifting blame. There are, undoubtedly, economic forces that are grinding the followers of Islam down to desperation and there also is the communication revolution that provides a vision of a more colourful life in the hereafter, all have contributed to the quandary, to the situation in which Muslims find themselves today.

Worst of all, Muslim religious divines, instead of rebuilding/reconstructing the overall Islamic character, are busy brainwashing the young for waging jihad on the Jews and the Christians.

This begs the question: what has Islam done to save Muslims from this disastrous fate?

The answer is to be found in separating the spiritual from the temporal in flagrant renunciation of one of the basic principles of the Muslim faith – namely that Islam is a complete, ‘indivisible’ code of conduct. Muslims seem to have split between Christ and Caesar.

Furthermore, this state of affairs points to the inadequacy of the sort of religious teaching that induces compliance with its tenets. Learning the Holy Quran by heart or reciting it with fervour is hugely commendable. But the real benefit accrues only from a comprehension of the crux of God’s message. Most khateebs (Muslim religious scholars) in their sermons tend to dwell on the supernatural and the far-fetched, and try to regulate the lives of their followers with stories they think will excite and hold their interest, while others seek to enhance their popularity by arousing sentiments on parochial sectarian/religious issues.

It is difficult to figure out how much of it is prompted by ulterior, materialistic motives.

The first fault can possibly be easily remedied by convincing the khateebs that what the Muslim society needs most today is convincing the followers that observance of Haqooqul Abad (rights of the people) is at least as important as Haqooq-Allah (rights of God), if not more; that is to say, while God might condone missing a prayer or two (out of the five mandatory ones during the course of the day), He will not forgive any wrongs to our fellow human beings, irrespective of their race, creed or religion.

On a larger scale, suicide bombings are not allowed; taking away innocent lives in the name of God is absolutely a no-go area; crashing planes into buildings and playing havoc with other nation’s integrity in order to ‘teach them a lesson’ is perhaps the most intrusive form of recklessness that characterises modern-day Islam.

The khateebs will be doing a greater service to the society and Islam by driving home these points related to everyday life and, in the meantime, refrain from entertaining their listeners/followers with fascinating stories/tales of ‘another world’. More than that, their sermons will carry conviction only if people see them practice what they preach. Ironically, they do sermonise equality and brotherhood during Hajj sermon, yet, the Saudi royal family has an exclusive enclosure in the Kaaba. Is it hypocrisy or is there something inherently wrong with Islam?

The religious divines who take upon themselves the onus of determining which sect is right and which is wrong or who is a good Muslim and who is a kafir are being too presumptuous, rather audacious. God has not entrusted them with any such mission. Frequently their own party is in question, and by defying God’s directive against setting judgment over faith of fellow Muslims or those from other faiths, to the extent of killing them, they render themselves liable to be treated as any other murderer – a common criminal who deserves no mercy. In fact, they merit divine wrath of dividing the Muslim world.

One does notice that a lot many Muslim countries indulge in sectarian strife at the state level. We would have been sparred of the wrath of the Taliban had the Saudis been not so keen on spreading Wahabism in the Muslim world. They are a classic example of inciting intra-Muslim dissension and using their oil money to fight their ‘war’ for political, economic and sectarian primacy.

Worse still is the racial bias that, despite the religion’s strict prohibition of any distinction between Muslims (save on the basis of piety), still shows up consistently. The way almost all Arab States lined up with Iraq back in the decade of 1980s in its aggression against Iran profoundly compromised the religion’s claim to be a unifying force that makes no distinction among its followers on the basis of race, colour or culture.

There is also a feeling that the Arabs do not take the same measure of interest in overall Islamic causes the Muslim world collectively does on issues that are a primary concern to the Arabs; the issue of Palestine is the case in hand.

Finally, it is flagrant failures of the so-called practicing members of the Muslim world to comply with the basics of the Islamic moral code that is causing deep distress and disillusionment amongst those who can be regarded as the silent minority. What angers them even more is the pretence of being ‘superior’ Muslims by virtue of the fact that they follow the Islamic practices habitually even though they violate the fundamental tenets of the faith. But for this blatant hypocrisy, a lot more people the world over might have been swarming into the Islamic world.

Despite the change of times, Muslims enjoy unprecedented freedom in the United States to worship and preach their faith. Young Muslims who come here for education worship together as Muslims and not as Shiites or Sunnis, Indians or Pakistanis – bow, pray, plead and implore forgiveness from their Lord, mix-up with each other without prejudice or discrimination. The fact that most of them are educated and enlightened and act the same way enables them to rise above parochial, sectarian and ethnic interests, and work for the betterment of the community as a whole.

As for ‘the politicised Muslims’, things will not improve unless the teachings of the ‘real Islam’ are followed; an Islam without sloganeering against Jews, Hindus, Christians, Shiites or Sunnis; an Islam without moral and spiritual corruption; an Islam without guns and grenades, suicide bombings and the ‘grand plans’ to destroy the West; an Islam which grants due respect to any one and every human being; an Islam which provides rights to all individuals irrespective of their colour, caste, creed, sect or religion; an Islam that leads by example.

Muslims need to stop pointing fingers at other religions and take stock of their own situation. They need to learn from other faiths; respect the ideals for which the followers of those faiths stand for; preach peace instead of prejudice that ends up in abstract hatred that conveys no sense whatsoever.

Muslims need to loosen up! Confining the religion to orthodoxy hasn’t gotten them anywhere. In fact, so far, it appears that it has been a campaign, a mad rush for the dark ages! For some odd reason, Muslim countries seem to follow their ‘Arab (read Wahabi) brethren’ and look for a leadership role from the sheikhs. It is a faulty arrangement. Can there be a separate and distinct leadership that can be created? Can the moderate Muslim countries come forward, take the lead and enlighten the Muslims?

May be one day or may be never.

However, what Islam really needs now is a self-sustaining movement within the enlightened spheres. For starters, taking the route of ijma and ijtehad (religious consultation to keep pace with the changing times) may not be a bad idea. This process of consultation does not necessarily have to be conducted by the bearded and the turbaned but people who wear suits and ties, jeans and khakis, who can probably take the initiative and thereby end up doing a much better job.

Islam needs better leadership. The followers, the sincere ones and not the wretched al Qaeda, ISIS or the Wahabi crowd, have to make hard choices. This is the time to put the house in order. This is the historical opportunity to make amends and seek forgiveness from those who have been hurt, bruised and battered by militant Islam and make a decision, once and for all times to come, that the faith itself is all about universal peace and harmony and free from those draconian hollowness of violence and aggression. Like a computer system that needs some servicing, Islam needs a reflecting reboot.
 
You've got to be taught
To hate and fear,
You've got to be taught
From year to year,
It's got to be drummed
In your dear little ear
You've got to be carefully taught.
You've got to be taught to be afraid
Of people whose eyes are oddly made,
And people whose skin is a diff'rent shade,
You've got to be carefully taught.

You've got to be taught before it's too late,
Before you are six or seven or eight,
To hate all the people your relatives hate,
You've got to be carefully taught!

~ Rodgers and Hammerstein


You ve Got to Be Carefully Taught - Rodgers and Hammerstein Lyrics and Chords



So my song for you this evening, it's not to make you sad
Nor for adding to the sorrows of our troubled northern land
But lately I've been thinking and it just won't leave my mind
I'll tell you of two friends of mine who were both good friends of mine
Isaac Scott from Banagh, he lived just across the fields
A great man for the music, the dancing and the reels
McDonald came from South Armagh to court young Alice fair
And we often met on the Ryan Road and laughter filled the air

-Chorus-
There were roses, roses
There were roses
And the tears of a people ran together

Now Isaac he was Protestant and Sean was Catholic born
But it never made a difference, for the friendship it was strong
And sometimes in the evening when we heard the sound of drums
We said it won't divide us, we always will be one

For the ground our fathers plowed in, the soil it is the same
And the places where we say our prayers have just got different names
We talked about the friends who'd died and hoped there'd be no more
It was little then we realized the tragedy in store

-Chorus-

It was on a Sunday morning when the awful news came round
Another killing had been done just outside Newry Town
We knew that Isaac danced up there, we knew he liked the band
But when we heard that he was dead we just could not understand

We gathered round the graveside on a cold and rainy day
The minister he closed his eyes and for no revenge he prayed
And all of us who knew him from along the Ryan Road
We bowed our heads and said a prayer for the resting of his soul

-Chorus-

Now fear it filled the countryside there was fear in every home
When late at night a car came prowling round the Ryan Road
A Catholic would be killed tonight to even up the score
Oh Christ it's young McDonald they've taken from the door

Isaac was my friend! he cried, he begged them with his tears
But centuries of hatred have ears that do not hear
An eye for an eye, it was all that filled their minds
And another eye for another eye till everyone is blind


-Chorus-

So my song for you this evening, it's not to make you sad
Nor for adding to the sorrows of our troubled northern land
But lately I've been thinking and it just won't leave my mind
I'll tell you of two friends of mine who were both good friends of mine

Now I don't know where the moral is or where this song should end
But I wonder just how many wars are fought between good friends
And those who give the orders are not the ones to die
It's Scott and McDonald and the likes of you and I

There were roses, roses
There were roses
And the tears of a people ran together
There were roses, roses
There were roses....


I know in Lebanon we had students in the upper classes that on weekends might well have been shooting at each other and sat side by side or even share dorm rooms during the school week.
When the school was threatened they were shoulder to shoulder protecting the school, students and teachers against syrian military forces that wanted the school as a based.
Politically and religiously they were placed in the position of enemy by their communities but they also share so many goals for their school, education and country.
It was one of the many ironies of civil war.
Even at home we entertained those from opposing families and political parties and they behaved as friends but beyond our living room they ordered the death of members of the other. Too much blood by those who shared food, drink and laughter with each other.

Brother fighting brother, father fighting son in many cases.


This is digressing a bit, but one of horrible things about the conflicts in the Balkans after the break up of the USSR was the re-emergence of ancient ethnic grudges and people who had formerly lived as neighbors were suddenly finding themselves enemies. Listening to some of the stories was heart breaking. I can't imagine killing someone I knew like that. People fleeing their neighbors unable to understand what was happening. Crazyness.


A palestinian colonel that lived in our building was the target of a bomb planted, on orders of Arafat, in his care while visiting his wife in the hospital after delivering their first child, a boy. It went off when the driver went to pull the car to the front of the hospital. Too many killed and injured but the colonel and I had only mild injuries, we were among the lucky.
Yes, friends have killed friends. The security officer and friend to the president elect actually tried to kill him several times, killing his daughter waiting in the car for her father to come down from the office to go home.
Friends in childhood became political enemies and one had the other assassinated in his home along with some members of his family. Ironically the surviving children of both had the same godfather and guardian, so they were raised in large part together as family.
I used to be politically opposed to my godfather when he was president, and my father was for years one of his advisers, also to several other of the presidents. Families too often find themselves as opponents in the game of politics. People need to take a stand or pick certain alliances for expedience or security, not out of any deep belief in issues. They justify a wrong for what at the time might be greater stability. You maneuver to survive or win the game, not out of any real allegiance to a cause, except perhaps their own. You do what you must even if it is morally wrong.
Same reasoning as muslims attacking a synagogue, or so they try to claim but making the perpetrators into heros in the streets of gaza as they celebrate and pass out sweets and chant death to jews. There are lines that can be bent and lines that should not be crossed. The rabbis at prayer inside a synagogue crossed the line. The palestinians were not defending anything except the hate they were taught. They did not achieve any advantage except to incite both sides to a boiling point on the verge of erupting. The result will be nothing except more divide and more death on both sides.
Both people of the book, the same prophets in most cases but bothers killing brothers over a rock that is symbolic of gods love for mankind.

Listen, children, to a story
That was written long ago,
'Bout a kingdom on a mountain
And the valley-folk below.

On the mountain was a treasure
Buried deep beneath the stone,
And the valley-people swore
They'd have it for their very own.

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day,
On the bloody morning after....
One tin soldier rides away.

So the people of the valley
Sent a message up the hill,
Asking for the buried treasure,
Tons of gold for which they'd kill.

Came an answer from the kingdom,
"With our brothers we will share
All the secrets of our mountain,
All the riches buried there."

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day,
On the bloody morning after....
One tin soldier rides away.

Now the valley cried with anger,
"Mount your horses! Draw your sword!"
And they killed the mountain-people,
So they won their just reward.

Now they stood beside the treasure,
On the mountain, dark and red.
Turned the stone and looked beneath it...
"Peace on Earth" was all it said.

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day,
On the bloody morning after....
One tin soldier rides away.

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day,
On the bloody morning after....
One tin soldier rides away.


~ Dennis Lambert & Brian Potter
 
You've got to be taught
To hate and fear,
You've got to be taught
From year to year,
It's got to be drummed
In your dear little ear
You've got to be carefully taught.
You've got to be taught to be afraid
Of people whose eyes are oddly made,
And people whose skin is a diff'rent shade,
You've got to be carefully taught.

You've got to be taught before it's too late,
Before you are six or seven or eight,
To hate all the people your relatives hate,
You've got to be carefully taught!

~ Rodgers and Hammerstein


You ve Got to Be Carefully Taught - Rodgers and Hammerstein Lyrics and Chords



So my song for you this evening, it's not to make you sad
Nor for adding to the sorrows of our troubled northern land
But lately I've been thinking and it just won't leave my mind
I'll tell you of two friends of mine who were both good friends of mine
Isaac Scott from Banagh, he lived just across the fields
A great man for the music, the dancing and the reels
McDonald came from South Armagh to court young Alice fair
And we often met on the Ryan Road and laughter filled the air

-Chorus-
There were roses, roses
There were roses
And the tears of a people ran together

Now Isaac he was Protestant and Sean was Catholic born
But it never made a difference, for the friendship it was strong
And sometimes in the evening when we heard the sound of drums
We said it won't divide us, we always will be one

For the ground our fathers plowed in, the soil it is the same
And the places where we say our prayers have just got different names
We talked about the friends who'd died and hoped there'd be no more
It was little then we realized the tragedy in store

-Chorus-

It was on a Sunday morning when the awful news came round
Another killing had been done just outside Newry Town
We knew that Isaac danced up there, we knew he liked the band
But when we heard that he was dead we just could not understand

We gathered round the graveside on a cold and rainy day
The minister he closed his eyes and for no revenge he prayed
And all of us who knew him from along the Ryan Road
We bowed our heads and said a prayer for the resting of his soul

-Chorus-

Now fear it filled the countryside there was fear in every home
When late at night a car came prowling round the Ryan Road
A Catholic would be killed tonight to even up the score
Oh Christ it's young McDonald they've taken from the door

Isaac was my friend! he cried, he begged them with his tears
But centuries of hatred have ears that do not hear
An eye for an eye, it was all that filled their minds
And another eye for another eye till everyone is blind


-Chorus-

So my song for you this evening, it's not to make you sad
Nor for adding to the sorrows of our troubled northern land
But lately I've been thinking and it just won't leave my mind
I'll tell you of two friends of mine who were both good friends of mine

Now I don't know where the moral is or where this song should end
But I wonder just how many wars are fought between good friends
And those who give the orders are not the ones to die
It's Scott and McDonald and the likes of you and I

There were roses, roses
There were roses
And the tears of a people ran together
There were roses, roses
There were roses....


I know in Lebanon we had students in the upper classes that on weekends might well have been shooting at each other and sat side by side or even share dorm rooms during the school week.
When the school was threatened they were shoulder to shoulder protecting the school, students and teachers against syrian military forces that wanted the school as a based.
Politically and religiously they were placed in the position of enemy by their communities but they also share so many goals for their school, education and country.
It was one of the many ironies of civil war.
Even at home we entertained those from opposing families and political parties and they behaved as friends but beyond our living room they ordered the death of members of the other. Too much blood by those who shared food, drink and laughter with each other.

Brother fighting brother, father fighting son in many cases.


This is digressing a bit, but one of horrible things about the conflicts in the Balkans after the break up of the USSR was the re-emergence of ancient ethnic grudges and people who had formerly lived as neighbors were suddenly finding themselves enemies. Listening to some of the stories was heart breaking. I can't imagine killing someone I knew like that. People fleeing their neighbors unable to understand what was happening. Crazyness.

It is Human to resist an invader, hate has nothing to do with it!
 
You've got to be taught
To hate and fear,
You've got to be taught
From year to year,
It's got to be drummed
In your dear little ear
You've got to be carefully taught.
You've got to be taught to be afraid
Of people whose eyes are oddly made,
And people whose skin is a diff'rent shade,
You've got to be carefully taught.

You've got to be taught before it's too late,
Before you are six or seven or eight,
To hate all the people your relatives hate,
You've got to be carefully taught!

~ Rodgers and Hammerstein


You ve Got to Be Carefully Taught - Rodgers and Hammerstein Lyrics and Chords



So my song for you this evening, it's not to make you sad
Nor for adding to the sorrows of our troubled northern land
But lately I've been thinking and it just won't leave my mind
I'll tell you of two friends of mine who were both good friends of mine
Isaac Scott from Banagh, he lived just across the fields
A great man for the music, the dancing and the reels
McDonald came from South Armagh to court young Alice fair
And we often met on the Ryan Road and laughter filled the air

-Chorus-
There were roses, roses
There were roses
And the tears of a people ran together

Now Isaac he was Protestant and Sean was Catholic born
But it never made a difference, for the friendship it was strong
And sometimes in the evening when we heard the sound of drums
We said it won't divide us, we always will be one

For the ground our fathers plowed in, the soil it is the same
And the places where we say our prayers have just got different names
We talked about the friends who'd died and hoped there'd be no more
It was little then we realized the tragedy in store

-Chorus-

It was on a Sunday morning when the awful news came round
Another killing had been done just outside Newry Town
We knew that Isaac danced up there, we knew he liked the band
But when we heard that he was dead we just could not understand

We gathered round the graveside on a cold and rainy day
The minister he closed his eyes and for no revenge he prayed
And all of us who knew him from along the Ryan Road
We bowed our heads and said a prayer for the resting of his soul

-Chorus-

Now fear it filled the countryside there was fear in every home
When late at night a car came prowling round the Ryan Road
A Catholic would be killed tonight to even up the score
Oh Christ it's young McDonald they've taken from the door

Isaac was my friend! he cried, he begged them with his tears
But centuries of hatred have ears that do not hear
An eye for an eye, it was all that filled their minds
And another eye for another eye till everyone is blind


-Chorus-

So my song for you this evening, it's not to make you sad
Nor for adding to the sorrows of our troubled northern land
But lately I've been thinking and it just won't leave my mind
I'll tell you of two friends of mine who were both good friends of mine

Now I don't know where the moral is or where this song should end
But I wonder just how many wars are fought between good friends
And those who give the orders are not the ones to die
It's Scott and McDonald and the likes of you and I

There were roses, roses
There were roses
And the tears of a people ran together
There were roses, roses
There were roses....


I know in Lebanon we had students in the upper classes that on weekends might well have been shooting at each other and sat side by side or even share dorm rooms during the school week.
When the school was threatened they were shoulder to shoulder protecting the school, students and teachers against syrian military forces that wanted the school as a based.
Politically and religiously they were placed in the position of enemy by their communities but they also share so many goals for their school, education and country.
It was one of the many ironies of civil war.
Even at home we entertained those from opposing families and political parties and they behaved as friends but beyond our living room they ordered the death of members of the other. Too much blood by those who shared food, drink and laughter with each other.

Brother fighting brother, father fighting son in many cases.


This is digressing a bit, but one of horrible things about the conflicts in the Balkans after the break up of the USSR was the re-emergence of ancient ethnic grudges and people who had formerly lived as neighbors were suddenly finding themselves enemies. Listening to some of the stories was heart breaking. I can't imagine killing someone I knew like that. People fleeing their neighbors unable to understand what was happening. Crazyness.


A palestinian colonel that lived in our building was the target of a bomb planted, on orders of Arafat, in his care while visiting his wife in the hospital after delivering their first child, a boy. It went off when the driver went to pull the car to the front of the hospital. Too many killed and injured but the colonel and I had only mild injuries, we were among the lucky.
Yes, friends have killed friends. The security officer and friend to the president elect actually tried to kill him several times, killing his daughter waiting in the car for her father to come down from the office to go home.
Friends in childhood became political enemies and one had the other assassinated in his home along with some members of his family. Ironically the surviving children of both had the same godfather and guardian, so they were raised in large part together as family.
I used to be politically opposed to my godfather when he was president, and my father was for years one of his advisers, also to several other of the presidents. Families too often find themselves as opponents in the game of politics. People need to take a stand or pick certain alliances for expedience or security, not out of any deep belief in issues. They justify a wrong for what at the time might be greater stability. You maneuver to survive or win the game, not out of any real allegiance to a cause, except perhaps their own. You do what you must even if it is morally wrong.
Same reasoning as muslims attacking a synagogue, or so they try to claim but making the perpetrators into heros in the streets of gaza as they celebrate and pass out sweets and chant death to jews. There are lines that can be bent and lines that should not be crossed. The rabbis at prayer inside a synagogue crossed the line. The palestinians were not defending anything except the hate they were taught. They did not achieve any advantage except to incite both sides to a boiling point on the verge of erupting. The result will be nothing except more divide and more death on both sides.
Both people of the book, the same prophets in most cases but bothers killing brothers over a rock that is symbolic of gods love for mankind.

Listen, children, to a story
That was written long ago,
'Bout a kingdom on a mountain
And the valley-folk below.

On the mountain was a treasure
Buried deep beneath the stone,
And the valley-people swore
They'd have it for their very own.

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day,
On the bloody morning after....
One tin soldier rides away.

So the people of the valley
Sent a message up the hill,
Asking for the buried treasure,
Tons of gold for which they'd kill.

Came an answer from the kingdom,
"With our brothers we will share
All the secrets of our mountain,
All the riches buried there."

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day,
On the bloody morning after....
One tin soldier rides away.

Now the valley cried with anger,
"Mount your horses! Draw your sword!"
And they killed the mountain-people,
So they won their just reward.

Now they stood beside the treasure,
On the mountain, dark and red.
Turned the stone and looked beneath it...
"Peace on Earth" was all it said.

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day,
On the bloody morning after....
One tin soldier rides away.

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day,
On the bloody morning after....
One tin soldier rides away.


~ Dennis Lambert & Brian Potter

A Phalanges' like you has been taught to hate in Lebanon, how did you cope with it?
 
Nothing I say about you is a personal attack..... It's all 100% true :cool
True or not.......when your posts are directed towards the other poster and not the topic at hand.......it's a personal attack.

Surely, even though you are a juden, are able to see the difference. ..... :cool:

Sunni Welfare Troll, stop whining. You're not a mod.

BTW, I've asked you this question in the past, but you never gave me an answer:
Why are you such an incredibly hateful and venomous person? I've never come across someone with so much pure hatred in them. Were you always like that, or did it start when you converted to Islam? :Or maybe because you're a poor peasant on welfare?? :cool:
 
Nothing I say about you is a personal attack..... It's all 100% true :cool
True or not.......when your posts are directed towards the other poster and not the topic at hand.......it's a personal attack.

Surely, even though you are a juden, are able to see the difference. ..... :cool:


No no, you see, the Juden in Israel are a bunch of Zionist assholes for abusing the Palestinians with peace offerings, a security fence & land concessions so they can remain in Israel instead of helping to free the Palestifnians back to their indigenous homelands.
 
Toastman, as a juden why do you want to derail a thread that's about some of your brethren who were allegedly murdered in a case of workplace violence? ..... :cool:

I asked a simple question Sunni Welfare Troll.....

I'm hoping when you get your next welfare check, you will be in a better mood :cool:
 
You've got to be taught
To hate and fear,
You've got to be taught
From year to year,
It's got to be drummed
In your dear little ear
You've got to be carefully taught.
You've got to be taught to be afraid
Of people whose eyes are oddly made,
And people whose skin is a diff'rent shade,
You've got to be carefully taught.

You've got to be taught before it's too late,
Before you are six or seven or eight,
To hate all the people your relatives hate,
You've got to be carefully taught!

~ Rodgers and Hammerstein


You ve Got to Be Carefully Taught - Rodgers and Hammerstein Lyrics and Chords



So my song for you this evening, it's not to make you sad
Nor for adding to the sorrows of our troubled northern land
But lately I've been thinking and it just won't leave my mind
I'll tell you of two friends of mine who were both good friends of mine
Isaac Scott from Banagh, he lived just across the fields
A great man for the music, the dancing and the reels
McDonald came from South Armagh to court young Alice fair
And we often met on the Ryan Road and laughter filled the air

-Chorus-
There were roses, roses
There were roses
And the tears of a people ran together

Now Isaac he was Protestant and Sean was Catholic born
But it never made a difference, for the friendship it was strong
And sometimes in the evening when we heard the sound of drums
We said it won't divide us, we always will be one

For the ground our fathers plowed in, the soil it is the same
And the places where we say our prayers have just got different names
We talked about the friends who'd died and hoped there'd be no more
It was little then we realized the tragedy in store

-Chorus-

It was on a Sunday morning when the awful news came round
Another killing had been done just outside Newry Town
We knew that Isaac danced up there, we knew he liked the band
But when we heard that he was dead we just could not understand

We gathered round the graveside on a cold and rainy day
The minister he closed his eyes and for no revenge he prayed
And all of us who knew him from along the Ryan Road
We bowed our heads and said a prayer for the resting of his soul

-Chorus-

Now fear it filled the countryside there was fear in every home
When late at night a car came prowling round the Ryan Road
A Catholic would be killed tonight to even up the score
Oh Christ it's young McDonald they've taken from the door

Isaac was my friend! he cried, he begged them with his tears
But centuries of hatred have ears that do not hear
An eye for an eye, it was all that filled their minds
And another eye for another eye till everyone is blind


-Chorus-

So my song for you this evening, it's not to make you sad
Nor for adding to the sorrows of our troubled northern land
But lately I've been thinking and it just won't leave my mind
I'll tell you of two friends of mine who were both good friends of mine

Now I don't know where the moral is or where this song should end
But I wonder just how many wars are fought between good friends
And those who give the orders are not the ones to die
It's Scott and McDonald and the likes of you and I

There were roses, roses
There were roses
And the tears of a people ran together
There were roses, roses
There were roses....


I know in Lebanon we had students in the upper classes that on weekends might well have been shooting at each other and sat side by side or even share dorm rooms during the school week.
When the school was threatened they were shoulder to shoulder protecting the school, students and teachers against syrian military forces that wanted the school as a based.
Politically and religiously they were placed in the position of enemy by their communities but they also share so many goals for their school, education and country.
It was one of the many ironies of civil war.
Even at home we entertained those from opposing families and political parties and they behaved as friends but beyond our living room they ordered the death of members of the other. Too much blood by those who shared food, drink and laughter with each other.

Brother fighting brother, father fighting son in many cases.


This is digressing a bit, but one of horrible things about the conflicts in the Balkans after the break up of the USSR was the re-emergence of ancient ethnic grudges and people who had formerly lived as neighbors were suddenly finding themselves enemies. Listening to some of the stories was heart breaking. I can't imagine killing someone I knew like that. People fleeing their neighbors unable to understand what was happening. Crazyness.

It is Human to resist an invader, hate has nothing to do with it!


Hate has EVERYTHING to do with it. There is no one more hateful than Muslim Radicals.

Thank goodness these two 'Palestinians' are now rotting in hell with the rest of the Islamic scum Israel has killed :clap2: :clap2: :clap2:
It would be a waste of taxpayers money if they were in an Israeli jail.
 
You've got to be taught
To hate and fear,
You've got to be taught
From year to year,
It's got to be drummed
In your dear little ear
You've got to be carefully taught.
You've got to be taught to be afraid
Of people whose eyes are oddly made,
And people whose skin is a diff'rent shade,
You've got to be carefully taught.

You've got to be taught before it's too late,
Before you are six or seven or eight,
To hate all the people your relatives hate,
You've got to be carefully taught!

~ Rodgers and Hammerstein


You ve Got to Be Carefully Taught - Rodgers and Hammerstein Lyrics and Chords



So my song for you this evening, it's not to make you sad
Nor for adding to the sorrows of our troubled northern land
But lately I've been thinking and it just won't leave my mind
I'll tell you of two friends of mine who were both good friends of mine
Isaac Scott from Banagh, he lived just across the fields
A great man for the music, the dancing and the reels
McDonald came from South Armagh to court young Alice fair
And we often met on the Ryan Road and laughter filled the air

-Chorus-
There were roses, roses
There were roses
And the tears of a people ran together

Now Isaac he was Protestant and Sean was Catholic born
But it never made a difference, for the friendship it was strong
And sometimes in the evening when we heard the sound of drums
We said it won't divide us, we always will be one

For the ground our fathers plowed in, the soil it is the same
And the places where we say our prayers have just got different names
We talked about the friends who'd died and hoped there'd be no more
It was little then we realized the tragedy in store

-Chorus-

It was on a Sunday morning when the awful news came round
Another killing had been done just outside Newry Town
We knew that Isaac danced up there, we knew he liked the band
But when we heard that he was dead we just could not understand

We gathered round the graveside on a cold and rainy day
The minister he closed his eyes and for no revenge he prayed
And all of us who knew him from along the Ryan Road
We bowed our heads and said a prayer for the resting of his soul

-Chorus-

Now fear it filled the countryside there was fear in every home
When late at night a car came prowling round the Ryan Road
A Catholic would be killed tonight to even up the score
Oh Christ it's young McDonald they've taken from the door

Isaac was my friend! he cried, he begged them with his tears
But centuries of hatred have ears that do not hear
An eye for an eye, it was all that filled their minds
And another eye for another eye till everyone is blind


-Chorus-

So my song for you this evening, it's not to make you sad
Nor for adding to the sorrows of our troubled northern land
But lately I've been thinking and it just won't leave my mind
I'll tell you of two friends of mine who were both good friends of mine

Now I don't know where the moral is or where this song should end
But I wonder just how many wars are fought between good friends
And those who give the orders are not the ones to die
It's Scott and McDonald and the likes of you and I

There were roses, roses
There were roses
And the tears of a people ran together
There were roses, roses
There were roses....


I know in Lebanon we had students in the upper classes that on weekends might well have been shooting at each other and sat side by side or even share dorm rooms during the school week.
When the school was threatened they were shoulder to shoulder protecting the school, students and teachers against syrian military forces that wanted the school as a based.
Politically and religiously they were placed in the position of enemy by their communities but they also share so many goals for their school, education and country.
It was one of the many ironies of civil war.
Even at home we entertained those from opposing families and political parties and they behaved as friends but beyond our living room they ordered the death of members of the other. Too much blood by those who shared food, drink and laughter with each other.

Brother fighting brother, father fighting son in many cases.


This is digressing a bit, but one of horrible things about the conflicts in the Balkans after the break up of the USSR was the re-emergence of ancient ethnic grudges and people who had formerly lived as neighbors were suddenly finding themselves enemies. Listening to some of the stories was heart breaking. I can't imagine killing someone I knew like that. People fleeing their neighbors unable to understand what was happening. Crazyness.

It is Human to resist an invader, hate has nothing to do with it!


Hate has EVERYTHING to do with it. There is no one more hateful than Muslim Radicals.

Thank goodness these two 'Palestinians' are now rotting in hell with the rest of the Islamic scum Israel has killed :clap2: :clap2: :clap2:
It would be a waste of taxpayers money if they were in an Israeli jail.

Your words are the poster boy of hate...
 
toastman, et al,

There is a problem, more practical then hate.

Hate has EVERYTHING to do with it. There is no one more hateful than Muslim Radicals.

Thank goodness these two 'Palestinians' are now rotting in hell with the rest of the Islamic scum Israel has killed :clap2: :clap2: :clap2:
It would be a waste of taxpayers money if they were in an Israeli jail.
(COMMENT)

Because so many Palestinians openly support the various Palestinian terrorist, Jihadist and Fedayeen (etc, etc, etc) that it is extremely had to distinguish between the non-radicalized and the hostile Arab Palestinian. Security systems and controls could be relaxed if there was some practical way to make a distinction between the Palestinian that merely objects to "occupation" and those that provide material support to the hostile elements that pose a real threat to regional security.

Unfortunately, that is impossible at this time.

Most Respectfully,
R
 


So my song for you this evening, it's not to make you sad
Nor for adding to the sorrows of our troubled northern land
But lately I've been thinking and it just won't leave my mind
I'll tell you of two friends of mine who were both good friends of mine
Isaac Scott from Banagh, he lived just across the fields
A great man for the music, the dancing and the reels
McDonald came from South Armagh to court young Alice fair
And we often met on the Ryan Road and laughter filled the air

-Chorus-
There were roses, roses
There were roses
And the tears of a people ran together

Now Isaac he was Protestant and Sean was Catholic born
But it never made a difference, for the friendship it was strong
And sometimes in the evening when we heard the sound of drums
We said it won't divide us, we always will be one

For the ground our fathers plowed in, the soil it is the same
And the places where we say our prayers have just got different names
We talked about the friends who'd died and hoped there'd be no more
It was little then we realized the tragedy in store

-Chorus-

It was on a Sunday morning when the awful news came round
Another killing had been done just outside Newry Town
We knew that Isaac danced up there, we knew he liked the band
But when we heard that he was dead we just could not understand

We gathered round the graveside on a cold and rainy day
The minister he closed his eyes and for no revenge he prayed
And all of us who knew him from along the Ryan Road
We bowed our heads and said a prayer for the resting of his soul

-Chorus-

Now fear it filled the countryside there was fear in every home
When late at night a car came prowling round the Ryan Road
A Catholic would be killed tonight to even up the score
Oh Christ it's young McDonald they've taken from the door

Isaac was my friend! he cried, he begged them with his tears
But centuries of hatred have ears that do not hear
An eye for an eye, it was all that filled their minds
And another eye for another eye till everyone is blind


-Chorus-

So my song for you this evening, it's not to make you sad
Nor for adding to the sorrows of our troubled northern land
But lately I've been thinking and it just won't leave my mind
I'll tell you of two friends of mine who were both good friends of mine

Now I don't know where the moral is or where this song should end
But I wonder just how many wars are fought between good friends
And those who give the orders are not the ones to die
It's Scott and McDonald and the likes of you and I

There were roses, roses
There were roses
And the tears of a people ran together
There were roses, roses
There were roses....


I know in Lebanon we had students in the upper classes that on weekends might well have been shooting at each other and sat side by side or even share dorm rooms during the school week.
When the school was threatened they were shoulder to shoulder protecting the school, students and teachers against syrian military forces that wanted the school as a based.
Politically and religiously they were placed in the position of enemy by their communities but they also share so many goals for their school, education and country.
It was one of the many ironies of civil war.
Even at home we entertained those from opposing families and political parties and they behaved as friends but beyond our living room they ordered the death of members of the other. Too much blood by those who shared food, drink and laughter with each other.

Brother fighting brother, father fighting son in many cases.


This is digressing a bit, but one of horrible things about the conflicts in the Balkans after the break up of the USSR was the re-emergence of ancient ethnic grudges and people who had formerly lived as neighbors were suddenly finding themselves enemies. Listening to some of the stories was heart breaking. I can't imagine killing someone I knew like that. People fleeing their neighbors unable to understand what was happening. Crazyness.

It is Human to resist an invader, hate has nothing to do with it!


Hate has EVERYTHING to do with it. There is no one more hateful than Muslim Radicals.

Thank goodness these two 'Palestinians' are now rotting in hell with the rest of the Islamic scum Israel has killed :clap2: :clap2: :clap2:
It would be a waste of taxpayers money if they were in an Israeli jail.

Your words are the poster boy of hate...


You are BLIND if you cannot see the hatred portrayed by the Palestinians. Only people with immense hatred cheer, dance and hand out candy when innocent people are murdered.
 
I know in Lebanon we had students in the upper classes that on weekends might well have been shooting at each other and sat side by side or even share dorm rooms during the school week.
When the school was threatened they were shoulder to shoulder protecting the school, students and teachers against syrian military forces that wanted the school as a based.
Politically and religiously they were placed in the position of enemy by their communities but they also share so many goals for their school, education and country.
It was one of the many ironies of civil war.
Even at home we entertained those from opposing families and political parties and they behaved as friends but beyond our living room they ordered the death of members of the other. Too much blood by those who shared food, drink and laughter with each other.

Brother fighting brother, father fighting son in many cases.

This is digressing a bit, but one of horrible things about the conflicts in the Balkans after the break up of the USSR was the re-emergence of ancient ethnic grudges and people who had formerly lived as neighbors were suddenly finding themselves enemies. Listening to some of the stories was heart breaking. I can't imagine killing someone I knew like that. People fleeing their neighbors unable to understand what was happening. Crazyness.
It is Human to resist an invader, hate has nothing to do with it!

Hate has EVERYTHING to do with it. There is no one more hateful than Muslim Radicals.

Thank goodness these two 'Palestinians' are now rotting in hell with the rest of the Islamic scum Israel has killed :clap2: :clap2: :clap2:
It would be a waste of taxpayers money if they were in an Israeli jail.
Your words are the poster boy of hate...

You are BLIND if you cannot see the hatred portrayed by the Palestinians. Only people with immense hatred cheer, dance and hand out candy when innocent people are murdered.
Of course they hate the occupation, the only way that MAY change is to at least go back to the 67 armistice lines recognized by the world at large...

You hate Palestinians, so did Baruch Goldstein, why? Because they resist an occupation like the vast majority of humanity? The murdering Goldstein's burial plot is an Israeli shrine, yet you complain of hate?

Get serious.
 
This is digressing a bit, but one of horrible things about the conflicts in the Balkans after the break up of the USSR was the re-emergence of ancient ethnic grudges and people who had formerly lived as neighbors were suddenly finding themselves enemies. Listening to some of the stories was heart breaking. I can't imagine killing someone I knew like that. People fleeing their neighbors unable to understand what was happening. Crazyness.
It is Human to resist an invader, hate has nothing to do with it!

Hate has EVERYTHING to do with it. There is no one more hateful than Muslim Radicals.

Thank goodness these two 'Palestinians' are now rotting in hell with the rest of the Islamic scum Israel has killed :clap2: :clap2: :clap2:
It would be a waste of taxpayers money if they were in an Israeli jail.
Your words are the poster boy of hate...

You are BLIND if you cannot see the hatred portrayed by the Palestinians. Only people with immense hatred cheer, dance and hand out candy when innocent people are murdered.
Of course they hate the occupation, the only way that MAY change is to at least go back to the 67 armistice lines recognized by the world at large...

You hate Palestinians, so did Baruch Goldstein, why? Because they resist an occupation like the vast majority of humanity? The murdering Goldstein's burial plot is an Israeli shrine, yet you complain of hate?

Get serious.

I don't hate Palestinians. Palestinians hate Israelis.

Who considers his grave a shrine ? A few radical Israelis ?? That's about it. The government condemned the attack and considers him a terrorist.
Whereas the Palestinian government consider their terrorists to be heroes. THAT'S the main difference Pbel. Palestinian government OPENLY encourages Palestinians to kill Israelis, and considers those who do so to be heroes.

YOU ARE BLIND !
 
It is Human to resist an invader, hate has nothing to do with it!

Hate has EVERYTHING to do with it. There is no one more hateful than Muslim Radicals.

Thank goodness these two 'Palestinians' are now rotting in hell with the rest of the Islamic scum Israel has killed :clap2: :clap2: :clap2:
It would be a waste of taxpayers money if they were in an Israeli jail.
Your words are the poster boy of hate...

You are BLIND if you cannot see the hatred portrayed by the Palestinians. Only people with immense hatred cheer, dance and hand out candy when innocent people are murdered.
Of course they hate the occupation, the only way that MAY change is to at least go back to the 67 armistice lines recognized by the world at large...

You hate Palestinians, so did Baruch Goldstein, why? Because they resist an occupation like the vast majority of humanity? The murdering Goldstein's burial plot is an Israeli shrine, yet you complain of hate?

Get serious.

I don't hate Palestinians. Palestinians hate Israelis.

Who considers his grave a shrine ? A few radical Israelis ?? That's about it. The government condemned the attack and considers him a terrorist.
Whereas the Palestinian government consider their terrorists to be heroes. THAT'S the main difference Pbel. Palestinian government OPENLY encourages Palestinians to kill Israelis, and considers those who do so to be heroes.

YOU ARE BLIND !
Thank goodness these two 'Palestinians' are now rotting in hell with the rest of the Islamic scum Israel has killed :clap2: :clap2: :clap2:
It would be a waste of taxpayers money if they were in an Israeli jail.


All those highlighted words are yours, and they are nothing but unadulterated HATE!
 
Hate has EVERYTHING to do with it. There is no one more hateful than Muslim Radicals.

Thank goodness these two 'Palestinians' are now rotting in hell with the rest of the Islamic scum Israel has killed :clap2: :clap2: :clap2:
It would be a waste of taxpayers money if they were in an Israeli jail.
Your words are the poster boy of hate...

You are BLIND if you cannot see the hatred portrayed by the Palestinians. Only people with immense hatred cheer, dance and hand out candy when innocent people are murdered.
Of course they hate the occupation, the only way that MAY change is to at least go back to the 67 armistice lines recognized by the world at large...

You hate Palestinians, so did Baruch Goldstein, why? Because they resist an occupation like the vast majority of humanity? The murdering Goldstein's burial plot is an Israeli shrine, yet you complain of hate?

Get serious.

I don't hate Palestinians. Palestinians hate Israelis.

Who considers his grave a shrine ? A few radical Israelis ?? That's about it. The government condemned the attack and considers him a terrorist.
Whereas the Palestinian government consider their terrorists to be heroes. THAT'S the main difference Pbel. Palestinian government OPENLY encourages Palestinians to kill Israelis, and considers those who do so to be heroes.

YOU ARE BLIND !
Thank goodness these two 'Palestinians' are now rotting in hell with the rest of the Islamic scum Israel has killed :clap2: :clap2: :clap2:
It would be a waste of taxpayers money if they were in an Israeli jail.


All those highlighted words are yours, and they are nothing but unadulterated HATE!

How is it hate to be happy over the death of two people who just massacred innocent Israelis ?

Wow Pbel. THAT'S your example of hate??? LAME !!
 
Your words are the poster boy of hate...

You are BLIND if you cannot see the hatred portrayed by the Palestinians. Only people with immense hatred cheer, dance and hand out candy when innocent people are murdered.
Of course they hate the occupation, the only way that MAY change is to at least go back to the 67 armistice lines recognized by the world at large...

You hate Palestinians, so did Baruch Goldstein, why? Because they resist an occupation like the vast majority of humanity? The murdering Goldstein's burial plot is an Israeli shrine, yet you complain of hate?

Get serious.

I don't hate Palestinians. Palestinians hate Israelis.

Who considers his grave a shrine ? A few radical Israelis ?? That's about it. The government condemned the attack and considers him a terrorist.
Whereas the Palestinian government consider their terrorists to be heroes. THAT'S the main difference Pbel. Palestinian government OPENLY encourages Palestinians to kill Israelis, and considers those who do so to be heroes.

YOU ARE BLIND !
Thank goodness these two 'Palestinians' are now rotting in hell with the rest of the Islamic scum Israel has killed :clap2: :clap2: :clap2:
It would be a waste of taxpayers money if they were in an Israeli jail.


All those highlighted words are yours, and they are nothing but unadulterated HATE!

How is it hate to be happy over the death of two people who just massacred innocent Israelis ?

Wow Pbel. THAT'S your example of hate??? LAME !!
the rest of the Islamic scum Israel has killed :clap2: :clap2: :clap2:

And what did you mean by this statement?
 

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