Wednesday, July 7, 2010

The Paradox of the Muslim Faith

We all know that the Muslims are a very different culture from us. Anyone with half a brain in the furthest recesses of his skull can figure out that the Muslim world and the West are as different as night and day. I for one hardly gave them a thought until the 9/11 attacks on the Twin Towers, but now that they've been brought to the forefront of my attention, I can only say that they are indeed a culture of death. Hack Wilson has a story at his blog today that took my breath away, so horrifying was it to see with my own eyes. I could hardly believe I was reading the words of a mother speaking about her son when I saw the paragraphs that I will post further down.

For now, however, an explanation is in order. the story that I've linked to is one wherein a Muslim mother is praying night and day, at the expense of her own health at times (so much so, in fact, that the Israeli doctor tending her son had to personally insist that she eat and drink to stay healthy) that her son's life be spared from the sickness he's contracted. Yes, you read that right. The doctor tending to him is Israeli, and I didn't mention this previously, but the son is being treated, according to the story, in the city of Jerusalem. This is what the mother had to say when a documentary filmmaker intent on showing that not all Palestinians are murderous thugs was taping her for a scene in his film:

Nevertheless, this idyllic situation developed into a deep crisis that led to the severance of the relations and what appeared to be the end of the filming. From an innocent conversation about religious holidays, Raida Abu Mustafa launched into a painful monologue about the culture of the shahids - the martyrs - and admitted, during the complex transplant process, that she would like to see her son perpetrate a suicide bombing attack in Jerusalem.

"Jerusalem is ours," she declared. "We are all for Jerusalem, the whole nation, not just a million, all of us. Do you understand what that means - all of us?"

She also explained to Eldar exactly what she had in mind. "For us, death is a natural thing. We are not frightened of death. From the smallest infant, even smaller than Mohammed, to the oldest person, we will all sacrifice ourselves for the sake of Jerusalem. We feel we have the right to it. You're free to be angry, so be angry."

And Eldar was angry. "Then why are you fighting to save your son's life, if you say that death is a usual thing for your people?" he lashes out in one of the most dramatic moments in the film.

"It is a regular thing," she smiles at him. "Life is not precious. Life is precious, but not for us. For us, life is nothing, not worth a thing. That is why we have so many suicide bombers. They are not afraid of death. None of us, not even the children, are afraid of death. It is natural for us. After Mohammed gets well, I will certainly want him to be a shahid. If it's for Jerusalem, then there's no problem. For you it is hard, I know; with us, there are cries of rejoicing and happiness when someone falls as a shahid. For us a shahid is a tremendous thing."

This, to me, is absolutely appalling. How can someone at the same time revere and disregard human life? the mother clearly states that she wants her son to live, but then declares in the same breath that she'd rather become a shahid (martyr)?

The Muslim culture by and large, in my view, is a culture of death and destruction, and the above corroborates my hypothesis. I do not for the life of me understand how anyone thinks that these people, who value the lives of their own children less than they value their deaths, can be rationally spoken with or negotiated with. Our culture, the West, largely believes in life over death. Not the other way around. It brings to mind a very disturbing question.

Can two civilizations who are so fundamentally different ever truly be at peace?