To those who say "it's her choice" I used to say the same thing about my own Hijab.
I was covered head to toe. Even on the beach. Even with my male relatives. And when people challenged me, I said: this is my choice. You know why? Because the other option was burning in hell, hung by my hair for eternity. That's what they taught me since childhood.
Yes, let me repeat it for you to just understand about our version of “freedom of choice.” I grew up in an Islamist culture that gave me two options. Cover yourself and go to heaven. Or don't cover, and be hanged by your hair and burned in hell.
Like when someone puts a gun to your head and says "you can go left or right", technically, yes, that's a choice.
I picked heaven. I called it freedom. And I believed it, because that's what happens when fear is all you've ever known.
And if you think I shouldn't be telling you my story, I don't care. I really, genuinely, from the bottom of my heart, don't care. The women still living under that "choice"? I care about them.
#LetUsTalk
@DrauodeSelrahc@DamienRieu Ce n est pas lui mais toi que tu montres. Ce n est pas une volonte malefique qui emanerait de sa personne mais ta connerie qui est exposee en lumiere.
Il y a 3 ans, je vous parlais de la disparition de l’industrie du cinéma.
Regardez, les commentaires du tweet de l’époque, tout le monde était sceptique. Pourquoi ?
Car vous pensez en linéaire pas en exponentiel.
Aujourd’hui n’importe quel débrouillard peut vous sortir un film à 20 millions de budget depuis son canapé.
Préparez-vous mentalement pour la suite :
- l’énergie quasi illimitée et gratuite
- la fin des maladies, les vaccins contre le cancer
- la fin du vieillissement cellulaire puis à terme la mort de la mort
- la société d’abondance absolue
- les robots domestiques et donc la fin du travail
The Quran is nothing more than the work of a 7th-century Bedouin, a man whose idea of paradise was shaped by the material desires of a desert warrior, not by divine wisdom.
If the Quran were truly from God, it would reflect eternal, spiritual truths, not a Bedouin’s fantasy of luxury filled with couches, tents, and drinkware.
Look at the absurdly primitive rewards it promises in paradise:
•Cups to drink from – “Therein will be raised couches, and cups set at hand.” (Quran 88:13-14)
•Carpets and tents – “Chaste maidens restrained in pavilions.” (Quran 55:72)
•Beds and couches – “Reclining upon couches lined with brocade.” (Quran 55:54)
•Leaning on cushions – “Reclining therein upon adorned couches.” (Quran 36:56)
This is not a vision of heaven, it’s the dream of a man who spent his life sleeping in a tent on the desert floor, bribing his followers with fantasies of silk cushions, goblets of wine, and women hidden away in luxurious tents.
Muhammad’s idea of paradise is nothing but an upgraded desert campsite.
Muhammad was motivating his jihadists, promising them the very things they lacked in the harsh deserts of Arabia.
He wasn’t offering a path to enlightenment; he was selling paradise like a merchant pushing luxury goods in a marketplace.
And of course, he didn’t stop at furniture and drink, he added virgins, rivers of wine, and young boys to serve them (Quran 78:33, Quran 76:19).
What kind of God promises sex slaves and alcohol as a divine reward? The answer is simple: a false god, invented by a man who knew how to manipulate warriors into dying for him.
Islam’s paradise exposes the Quran for what it truly is, not divine revelation, but the materialistic fantasy of a 7th-century Bedouin warlord who bribed men with couches and cups of wine to send them to die in battle.
I understand why so many of you Somalis defend the Arabs. You’ll carry their names, imitate their dress like a badge of honour, believing it will make you’ll more acceptable to the Arabian eyes. You turn your faces toward their deserts five times a day seeking prayer and salvation.
In your genealogies you even claim they fathered you’ll lineage—that some Arab married the daughter of Samaale and thereby became the source of your existence. What I cannot understand is the selective blindness that follows. Why do you avert your eyes when the same Arabs in Saudi and Yemen treat your Somali kin’s and other African bodies with open contempt, when they police your skin, your features, and your presence as if you remain perpetual outsiders in the very Ummah
you have chosen to believe exists?
Why defend the architecture of cultural submission while ignoring the daily evidence of racial rejection inside the Ummah you have chosen to call home?