Sufi in America


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While I stand with solidarity with my Muslim brothers and sisters, I must make the statement that not all Muslims have long beards, wear hijabs or are super religious.

In fact, my interpretation of Islam would likely be deemed too liberal for the hardline orthodoxy. But that’s when things get political. Just keep in mind, there is a difference between intellectual Islam, spiritual Islam, orthodox Islam and politicized Islam.

I do believe in moderating one’s behavior, in moderation, which means hardliners and orthodox Muslims are out of place when they pass judgment upon other Muslims (and non-muslims too, but for the sake of the subject, I will focus on inter-Islamic relations).

Many of the misconceptions about Islam are politically engineered, so I don’t even bother addressing them, because I know in my heart that Islam at its inception would have been averse to the modern forms of politicized Islam or Islamism that pervades the Muslim world.

The most important aspect of religion has little to do with rules, dogmas and tradition, a mon avis. On the contrary, the primary message of Islam is one of the heart; of compassion and kindness. But the focus these days is on “limiting behavior”. To me, this is un-Islamic.

We need religious clerics to stop playing God, and for money to stop falling into their hands.

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the old priest and his gang


by Marko Galac

There he goes preaching his religion,
The old priest and his gang.
Wasting away their time in division,
While warning me of the flame.

Liar liar, the cursed friar,
Television must have him drained.
What has he read but sappy psalms,
And pornographic magazines?

The Infidel


There you go, once again, rushing off to make a blunder,

Only if you knew, anything at all.

No, you’d rather steer close to religion,

That’ll do you well, you mindless Neanderthal.

And yet it is I who feels this fluster,

Though it is they who haven’t a wonder,

Of truth and this and that and this,

A Holy Book remains amiss,

Not I, the wicked sinner,

I’ve got my own judge to contemplate,

He’d call me a winner.

So do not be so kind now,

I see the trick of your trade,

Keep your God-forsaken charity,

I won’t be caught in your charade,

Just yesterday you spent away

the commerce you had earned,

On all the vanities and vices

you swore would have me burned!