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Quahom1 said:I'll do that, thanks. However, I still accept my neigbors' definition of the current form of "jihad", as it is practiced today.
The unfortunate thing about that definition, Q, is that it promotes misunderstanding about Islam.
sara[h]ng said:
Ah, but which version of Islam? Who am I to tell Arab Muslims, their definition is wrong, and the Islamic Dictionary is correct? So, what, they are out of line? Not in touch?
Perhaps, it is because they and their families are "safe" in the United States. Ever wonder why they came to the United States to begin with?
Sara, I'm not a Muslim. I just listen to their stories, and lived next to them, and now my parents are surrounded by them (protected by them actually). I only spent weeks in the Middle East, but years in my neighborhood. I know two versions of Islam...what I see going on in the middle east and the refusal of "innocent people" to stand up against what is happening to them by their own, is not the Islam I learned about while I was a boy and a teen, and finally a young man.
Where is the "jihad" of the common people against those that are blowing themselves and others up? Where is the "Jihad" against those who in the name of Allah intend to quell and squash the spirit of the everyday human?
It seems the definition of "jihad" has changed, and the original version has been forgotten by the masses...
Once such a proud people, reduced to groveling and running for cover, because they are too damn afraid to face their own enemies within...
No, Sara, I promote no misunderstanding about Islam. I don't have to.
And it is so sad to watch.
v/r
Joshua
That the original version has been forgotten by the masses does not mean that it should have been or should continue be. When asked the definition of 'jihad', if one answers in modern terms without acknowledgement of what it was meant to be and how it came to be twisted the way it is today, is perpetuating a very dangerous falsehood.
An example of that, say a child asks their parent what the word jihad means, and the parent answers as you did, the child is going to think poorly of Islam and Muslims after that because of what they heard about extremists. That's a big thing with Americans now and the in the past years. Most of us would be nervous boarding a plane with someone who is obviously a Muslim. It isn't a very long leap from nervousness to outright discrimination.
Not to say that it's a good idea to live in some idealistic world. One should also recognize the modern, extremist ideas of jihad, but it's kind of like a story I read somewhere, maybe Chicken Soup for the Soul? ...And thanks to the wonder of google, I don't have to paraphrase it in my poor storytelling. This looks really long on this forum, but it's great. It will go quickly.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A turning point in my life came one day on a train in the suburbs of Tokyo in the middle of a drowsy spring afternoon.
At one station the doors opened, and suddenly the quiet afternoon was shattered. There stood a man in the doorway, bellowing at the top of his lungs. He yelled violent, obscene, incomprehensible curses. Just as the doors closed the man staggered into the car. He was big, drunk, and dirty. He wore laborer's clothing. His front was stiff with dried vomit. His eyes bugged out a demonic, neon red. His hair was crusted with filth. Screaming, he swung at the first person he saw, a woman with her baby. The blow glanced off her shoulder, sending her spinning into the laps of an elderly couple. It was a miracle that the baby was unharmed.
The couple jumped up and scrambled toward the other end of the car. They were terrified. The laborer aimed a kick at the retreating back of the old lady. "I'll kill you, old woman!" he bellowed. He missed, and the old woman scuttled to safety. This so enraged the drunk, he grabbed the metal pole in the center of the car and tried to wrench it out of its stanchion. I could see that one of his hands was cut and bleeding. The train lurched ahead, the passengers frozen with fear.
I stood up. I was young and in pretty good shape. I stood six feet, weighed 225. I'd been putting in a solid eight hours of Aikido training every day for the past three years. I liked to throw and grapple. I thought I was tough. Trouble was, my martial arts skill was untested in actual combat.
As students of Aikido, we were not allowed to fight. My teacher, the founder of Aikido, taught us each morning that martial arts were devoted to peace. "Aikido," he said again and again, "is the art of reconciliation.
Whoever has the mind to fight has broken his connection with the universe. If you try to dominate other people, you are defeated. We study how to resolve conflict, not how to start it."
I listened to his words. I tried hard. I wanted to quit fighting. I could feel my forbearance exalting me. I felt both tough and holy. In my heart of hearts, however, I was dying to be a hero. I wanted a chance, an absolutely legitimate opportunity whereby I might save the innocent by destroying the guilty.
"This is it!" I said to myself as I got to my feet. Thus slob, this animal is drunk and mean and violent. People are in danger. If I don't do something fast, somebody will probably get hurt. I'm gonna take him to the cleaners. Seeing me stand up, the drunk saw a change to focus his rage. "Aha!" he roared, "A foreigner! You need a lesson in Japanese manners!"
I held on lightly to the commuter strap overhead. I gave him a slow look of disgust and dismissal. I gave him every bit of nastiness I could summon up. I planned to take this turkey apart, but he had to be the one to move first. And I wanted him mad, because the madder he got, the more certain the victory. I pursed my lips and blew him a sneering, insolent kiss. It hit him like a slap in the face. "All right!" he hollered. "You're gonna get a lesson." He gathered himself for a rush at me. He'd never know what hit him.
A split second before he moved, someone shouted, "HEY!" It was so ear-splitting. I wheeled to my left, the drunk spun to his right. We both stared down at a little old Japanese man. He must have been well into his seventies. He sat there immaculate in his kimono and hakama. He took notice of me, but beamed delightedly at the laborer, as thought he had a most important secret to share. "C'mere," the old man said in an easy tome of voice. "C'mere and talk with me." He waved his hand lightly. The big man followed. He planted his feet in front of the old man and towered over him. "Talk to you?" her roared above the clanking wheels. "Why should I talk to you?" The drunk now had his back to me. If his elbow moved so much as a millimeter, I'd drop him in his socks.
The old man continued to beam at the laborer. There was not a trace of fear or resentment about him. "What'cha been drinkin'?" he asked lightly, his eyes sparkling with interest. "I been drinkin' sake." the laborer bellowed back. "And its none of your business!" Specks of spittle splattered the old man
Oh, that's wonderful," the old man said with delight, "absolutely wonderful. You see, I love sake, too. Every night my wife and I (she's 76 you know) warm up alittle bottle of sake. We take it out into the garden and we sit on the old wooden bench that my grandfather's first student made for him. We watch the sun go down behind the persimmon tree. It is most gratifying, even when it rains!" He looked up at the laborer, eyes twinkling, happy to share the delightful details about his personal life.
As he struggled to see where the old man's
conversation was taking him, the drunk's face began to soften. His fists slowly unclenched. "Yeah," he said slowly, "I love persimmons too..." His voice trailed off.
"Yes," said the old man, smiling, "and I'm sure you have a wonderful wife.
"No," replied the laborer. "My wife died." He hung his head. Very gently, swaying with the motion of the train, the big man began to sob. "I don't got no wife. I don't got no home. I don't got no money. I don't got nowhere to go. I'm so ashamed." Tears rolled down his cheeks. A spasm of pure despair rippled through his body. Above the luggage rack a four-color ad trumpeted the virtues of suburban luxury living.
Now it was my turn. Standing there in my well-scrubbed youthful innocence, my "make the world safe for democracy" self-righteousness, I suddenly felt dirtier than he was.
Just then the train arrived at my stop. The crown surged into the car as soon as the doors opened. As I struggled to get out, I heard the old man cluck sympathetically, "My, my," he said, "that is a very difficult position to be in. Tell me about it."
I turned my head for one last look. The laborer was sprawled like a sack on the seat, his head in the old man's lap. The old man looked down at him, all compassion and delight. One hand softly stroked filthy, matted hair.
As the train turned away, I sat down on a bench. What I had wanted to do with muscle and meanness had been done with a few kind words. Now I had seen Aikido tried in combat, and the essence of it was love, as the founder had said. I would have to practice the art with an entirely different spirit. It would be a long time before I could speak about the settling of conflict.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
To recognize the modern meaning of jihad is to be the young man who sees a problem and gears himself up for a fight. But it's certainly not the best way to solve the problem and it might not even work at all.
An example of that, say a child asks their parent what the word jihad means, and the parent answers as you did, the child is going to think poorly of Islam and Muslims after that because of what they heard about extremists. That's a big thing with Americans now and the in the past years. Most of us would be nervous boarding a plane with someone who is obviously a Muslim. It isn't a very long leap from nervousness to outright discrimination.
Not to say that it's a good idea to live in some idealistic world. One should also recognize the modern, extremist ideas of jihad, but it's kind of like a story I read somewhere, maybe Chicken Soup for the Soul? ...And thanks to the wonder of google, I don't have to paraphrase it in my poor storytelling.
This looks really long on this forum, but it's great. It will go quickly. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A turning point in my life came one day on a train in the suburbs of Tokyo in the middle of a drowsy spring afternoon.
At one station the doors opened, and suddenly the quiet afternoon was shattered. There stood a man in the doorway, bellowing at the top of his lungs. He yelled violent, obscene, incomprehensible curses. Just as the doors closed the man staggered into the car. He was big, drunk, and dirty. He wore laborer's clothing. His front was stiff with dried vomit. His eyes bugged out a demonic, neon red. His hair was crusted with filth. Screaming, he swung at the first person he saw, a woman with her baby. The blow glanced off her shoulder, sending her spinning into the laps of an elderly couple. It was a miracle that the baby was unharmed.
The couple jumped up and scrambled toward the other end of the car. They were terrified. The laborer aimed a kick at the retreating back of the old lady. "I'll kill you, old woman!" he bellowed. He missed, and the old woman scuttled to safety. This so enraged the drunk, he grabbed the metal pole in the center of the car and tried to wrench it out of its stanchion. I could see that one of his hands was cut and bleeding. The train lurched ahead, the passengers frozen with fear.
I stood up. I was young and in pretty good shape. I stood six feet, weighed 225. I'd been putting in a solid eight hours of Aikido training every day for the past three years. I liked to throw and grapple. I thought I was tough. Trouble was, my martial arts skill was untested in actual combat.
As students of Aikido, we were not allowed to fight. My teacher, the founder of Aikido, taught us each morning that martial arts were devoted to peace. "Aikido," he said again and again, "is the art of reconciliation.
Whoever has the mind to fight has broken his connection with the universe. If you try to dominate other people, you are defeated. We study how to resolve conflict, not how to start it."
I listened to his words. I tried hard. I wanted to quit fighting. I could feel my forbearance exalting me. I felt both tough and holy. In my heart of hearts, however, I was dying to be a hero. I wanted a chance, an absolutely legitimate opportunity whereby I might save the innocent by destroying the guilty.
"This is it!" I said to myself as I got to my feet. Thus slob, this animal is drunk and mean and violent. People are in danger. If I don't do something fast, somebody will probably get hurt. I'm gonna take him to the cleaners. Seeing me stand up, the drunk saw a change to focus his rage. "Aha!" he roared, "A foreigner! You need a lesson in Japanese manners!"
I held on lightly to the commuter strap overhead. I gave him a slow look of disgust and dismissal. I gave him every bit of nastiness I could summon up. I planned to take this turkey apart, but he had to be the one to move first. And I wanted him mad, because the madder he got, the more certain the victory. I pursed my lips and blew him a sneering, insolent kiss. It hit him like a slap in the face. "All right!" he hollered. "You're gonna get a lesson." He gathered himself for a rush at me. He'd never know what hit him.
A split second before he moved, someone shouted, "HEY!" It was so ear-splitting. I wheeled to my left, the drunk spun to his right. We both stared down at a little old Japanese man. He must have been well into his seventies. He sat there immaculate in his kimono and hakama. He took notice of me, but beamed delightedly at the laborer, as thought he had a most important secret to share. "C'mere," the old man said in an easy tome of voice. "C'mere and talk with me." He waved his hand lightly. The big man followed. He planted his feet in front of the old man and towered over him. "Talk to you?" her roared above the clanking wheels. "Why should I talk to you?" The drunk now had his back to me. If his elbow moved so much as a millimeter, I'd drop him in his socks.
The old man continued to beam at the laborer. There was not a trace of fear or resentment about him. "What'cha been drinkin'?" he asked lightly, his eyes sparkling with interest. "I been drinkin' sake." the laborer bellowed back. "And its none of your business!" Specks of spittle splattered the old man
Oh, that's wonderful," the old man said with delight, "absolutely wonderful. You see, I love sake, too. Every night my wife and I (she's 76 you know) warm up alittle bottle of sake. We take it out into the garden and we sit on the old wooden bench that my grandfather's first student made for him. We watch the sun go down behind the persimmon tree. It is most gratifying, even when it rains!" He looked up at the laborer, eyes twinkling, happy to share the delightful details about his personal life.
As he struggled to see where the old man's
conversation was taking him, the drunk's face began to soften. His fists slowly unclenched. "Yeah," he said slowly, "I love persimmons too..." His voice trailed off.
"Yes," said the old man, smiling, "and I'm sure you have a wonderful wife.
"No," replied the laborer. "My wife died." He hung his head. Very gently, swaying with the motion of the train, the big man began to sob. "I don't got no wife. I don't got no home. I don't got no money. I don't got nowhere to go. I'm so ashamed." Tears rolled down his cheeks. A spasm of pure despair rippled through his body. Above the luggage rack a four-color ad trumpeted the virtues of suburban luxury living.
Now it was my turn. Standing there in my well-scrubbed youthful innocence, my "make the world safe for democracy" self-righteousness, I suddenly felt dirtier than he was.
Just then the train arrived at my stop. The crown surged into the car as soon as the doors opened. As I struggled to get out, I heard the old man cluck sympathetically, "My, my," he said, "that is a very difficult position to be in. Tell me about it."
I turned my head for one last look. The laborer was sprawled like a sack on the seat, his head in the old man's lap. The old man looked down at him, all compassion and delight. One hand softly stroked filthy, matted hair.
As the train turned away, I sat down on a bench. What I had wanted to do with muscle and meanness had been done with a few kind words. Now I had seen Aikido tried in combat, and the essence of it was love, as the founder had said. I would have to practice the art with an entirely different spirit. It would be a long time before I could speak about the settling of conflict.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
To recognize the modern meaning of jihad is to be the young man who sees a problem and gears himself up for a fight. But it's certainly not the best way to solve the problem and it might not even work at all.
zaim187
Established Member
The 72 virgins is usually only attributted to Martyrs. I recall reading somewhere that the number 72 is not meant to be a literal number but was used in those times as a number to signify a large amount of something. For instance if we say someone one hundreds of pounds it could be somewhere between two hundred and 1000 pounds that that person has won.
Islams understanding of heaven is what you would literally assume heaven is. An actual place with gardens, rivers etc where life is great and everyone lives in Luxury
Abubakar
Abubakar
Are you sure that I believe that there will be 72 virgins in Paradise for me?
Where do you get your information?
I think that only question 5 is really in the spirit of this board.
And the answer to that question is something better and more wonderful than you or I can imagine.
Abubakar
Abubakar
Sarah [h] ng,
I have always loved that story and think it is a very good one to illustrate the correct way of Jihad, in fact I have used it myself when talking about this subject.
It does not support your suposition.
Peace
I have always loved that story and think it is a very good one to illustrate the correct way of Jihad, in fact I have used it myself when talking about this subject.
It does not support your suposition.
Peace
Nice inscriber
Slaam everyone,,I saw Quahom1 want to barge the Jehad concept in the virgins issue,,,,
Ok
While it is true that amongst the good things God promised men who believe and do good works, there will be virgins, but the issue of 72 virgins for one man is ridiculous and unfounded in Islam, someone rightly stated on this forum that “sounds more like hell to me”.
I want to put to rest the issue of suicide bombers and 72 virgins .
So let’s see if the suicide bombers are truly entitled to these 72 virgins which the non Muslims gladly propagate.
Let’s begin with the Qur’anic verses that mentioned virgins:
“And (with them will be) their spouses, raised high:
For, behold, We shall have brought them into being in a life renewed,
Having resurrected them as virgins
Full of love, well matched, with those WHO HAVE ATTAINED TO RIGHTEOUSNESS” Q56:34-37
“And beside them there will be bashful, dark big beautiful eyed virgins” Q37:48
“Therein will be bashful virgins, whom neither any man nor jinn has touched before” Q55:56
“In each of them will be chaste and beautiful virgins.” Q55:70
“….as a reward for their GOOD DEEDS that they had done” Q56:24
From the verses, we now know that virgins are promised men WHO HAVE ATTAINED RIGHTEOUSNESS AS A REWARD FOR THEIR GOOD DEEDS. THE NUMBERS ARE NOT MENTIONED PER MAN, COULD BE ONE. ANYWAY, THIS WILL PUT TO REST THE ISSUE OF 72 PER MAN.
Let’s now look at if suicide bombing amounts to a good deed in Islam as to entitle them to these virgins.
Allah said: “…do not kill (or destroy) yourselves: for verily Allah hath
been to you Most Merciful.” Q4:29
Narrated Thabit bin Ad Dahhak
The Prophet (p.b.u.h) said, "Whoever intentionally
swears falsely by a religion other than Islam, then he is
what he has said, (e.g. if he says, 'If such thing is not
true then I am a Jew,' he is really a Jew). And whoever
commits suicide with piece of iron (or any worldly thing) will be punished
with the same piece of iron (or any worldly thing with which he killed himself) in the Hell Fire." Narrated Jundab the Prophet said, "A man was inflicted with
wounds and he committed suicide, and so Allah said:
My slave has caused death on himself hurriedly, so I
forbid Paradise for him."
Sahih Al-Bukhari Hadith: Vol. 2 No. 445
“…whoever kills a person, except
as a punishment for murder or mischief in the land,
it will be written in his book of deeds as if he had
killed all the human beings on the surface of the
Earth and whoever will save a life shall be regarded
as if he gave life to all the human beings on the
surface of the Earth. Yet, even though Our Rasools (Messengers)
came to them one after the other with clear
revelations, it was not long before, many of them
committed excesses in the land.” Q5:32
Narrated Anas bin Malik
The Prophet said, "The biggest of Al-Kaba'ir (the great
sins) are (1) to join others as partners in worship with
Allah, (2) to murder a human being, (3) to be
undutiful to one's parents (4) and to make a false
statement," or said, "to give a false witness."
Sahih Al Bukhari vol. 9 no. 10
Allah bless good people
Slaam everyone,,I saw Quahom1 want to barge the Jehad concept in the virgins issue,,,,
Ok
While it is true that amongst the good things God promised men who believe and do good works, there will be virgins, but the issue of 72 virgins for one man is ridiculous and unfounded in Islam, someone rightly stated on this forum that “sounds more like hell to me”.
I want to put to rest the issue of suicide bombers and 72 virgins .
So let’s see if the suicide bombers are truly entitled to these 72 virgins which the non Muslims gladly propagate.
Let’s begin with the Qur’anic verses that mentioned virgins:
“And (with them will be) their spouses, raised high:
For, behold, We shall have brought them into being in a life renewed,
Having resurrected them as virgins
Full of love, well matched, with those WHO HAVE ATTAINED TO RIGHTEOUSNESS” Q56:34-37
“And beside them there will be bashful, dark big beautiful eyed virgins” Q37:48
“Therein will be bashful virgins, whom neither any man nor jinn has touched before” Q55:56
“In each of them will be chaste and beautiful virgins.” Q55:70
“….as a reward for their GOOD DEEDS that they had done” Q56:24
From the verses, we now know that virgins are promised men WHO HAVE ATTAINED RIGHTEOUSNESS AS A REWARD FOR THEIR GOOD DEEDS. THE NUMBERS ARE NOT MENTIONED PER MAN, COULD BE ONE. ANYWAY, THIS WILL PUT TO REST THE ISSUE OF 72 PER MAN.
Let’s now look at if suicide bombing amounts to a good deed in Islam as to entitle them to these virgins.
Allah said: “…do not kill (or destroy) yourselves: for verily Allah hath
been to you Most Merciful.” Q4:29
Narrated Thabit bin Ad Dahhak
The Prophet (p.b.u.h) said, "Whoever intentionally
swears falsely by a religion other than Islam, then he is
what he has said, (e.g. if he says, 'If such thing is not
true then I am a Jew,' he is really a Jew). And whoever
commits suicide with piece of iron (or any worldly thing) will be punished
with the same piece of iron (or any worldly thing with which he killed himself) in the Hell Fire." Narrated Jundab the Prophet said, "A man was inflicted with
wounds and he committed suicide, and so Allah said:
My slave has caused death on himself hurriedly, so I
forbid Paradise for him."
Sahih Al-Bukhari Hadith: Vol. 2 No. 445
“…whoever kills a person, except
as a punishment for murder or mischief in the land,
it will be written in his book of deeds as if he had
killed all the human beings on the surface of the
Earth and whoever will save a life shall be regarded
as if he gave life to all the human beings on the
surface of the Earth. Yet, even though Our Rasools (Messengers)
came to them one after the other with clear
revelations, it was not long before, many of them
committed excesses in the land.” Q5:32
Narrated Anas bin Malik
The Prophet said, "The biggest of Al-Kaba'ir (the great
sins) are (1) to join others as partners in worship with
Allah, (2) to murder a human being, (3) to be
undutiful to one's parents (4) and to make a false
statement," or said, "to give a false witness."
Sahih Al Bukhari vol. 9 no. 10
Allah bless good people
Nice inscriber
Slaam everyone,,I saw Quahom1 want to barge the Jehad concept in the virgins issue,,,,
Ok
While it is true that amongst the good things God promised men who believe and do good works, there will be virgins, but the issue of 72 virgins for one man is ridiculous and unfounded in Islam, someone rightly stated on this forum that “sounds more like hell to me”.
I want to put to rest the issue of suicide bombers and 72 virgins .
So let’s see if the suicide bombers are truly entitled to these 72 virgins which the non Muslims gladly propagate.
Let’s begin with the Qur’anic verses that mentioned virgins:
“And (with them will be) their spouses, raised high:
For, behold, We shall have brought them into being in a life renewed,
Having resurrected them as virgins
Full of love, well matched, with those WHO HAVE ATTAINED TO RIGHTEOUSNESS” Q56:34-37
“And beside them there will be bashful, dark big beautiful eyed virgins” Q37:48
“Therein will be bashful virgins, whom neither any man nor jinn has touched before” Q55:56
“In each of them will be chaste and beautiful virgins.” Q55:70
“….as a reward for their GOOD DEEDS that they had done” Q56:24
From the verses, we now know that virgins are promised men WHO HAVE ATTAINED RIGHTEOUSNESS AS A REWARD FOR THEIR GOOD DEEDS. THE NUMBERS ARE NOT MENTIONED PER MAN, COULD BE ONE. ANYWAY, THIS WILL PUT TO REST THE ISSUE OF 72 PER MAN.
Let’s now look at if suicide bombing amounts to a good deed in Islam as to entitle them to these virgins.
Allah said: “…do not kill (or destroy) yourselves: for verily Allah hath
been to you Most Merciful.” Q4:29
Narrated Thabit bin Ad Dahhak
The Prophet (p.b.u.h) said, "Whoever intentionally
swears falsely by a religion other than Islam, then he is
what he has said, (e.g. if he says, 'If such thing is not
true then I am a Jew,' he is really a Jew). And whoever
commits suicide with piece of iron (or any worldly thing) will be punished
with the same piece of iron (or any worldly thing with which he killed himself) in the Hell Fire." Narrated Jundab the Prophet said, "A man was inflicted with
wounds and he committed suicide, and so Allah said:
My slave has caused death on himself hurriedly, so I
forbid Paradise for him."
Sahih Al-Bukhari Hadith: Vol. 2 No. 445
“…whoever kills a person, except
as a punishment for murder or mischief in the land,
it will be written in his book of deeds as if he had
killed all the human beings on the surface of the
Earth and whoever will save a life shall be regarded
as if he gave life to all the human beings on the
surface of the Earth. Yet, even though Our Rasools (Messengers)
came to them one after the other with clear
revelations, it was not long before, many of them
committed excesses in the land.” Q5:32
Narrated Anas bin Malik
The Prophet said, "The biggest of Al-Kaba'ir (the great
sins) are (1) to join others as partners in worship with
Allah, (2) to murder a human being, (3) to be
undutiful to one's parents (4) and to make a false
statement," or said, "to give a false witness."
Sahih Al Bukhari vol. 9 no. 10
Allah bless good people
I never brought up 72 virgins and martyrs...I never promoted that crap ever.
I simply presented facts as they are occuring concerning the movements and challenges and declarations of "JIHAD" against whom ever opposes or does not get in line, with the Jihad declarer's will. Prove me wrong, Friend.
Don't make me your scape goat though...
v/r
Joshua
Wait a moment don't be angry man
I said [I saw Quahom1 want to barge the Jehad concept in the virgins issue ]
because the origin subject here was The virgins in islam's point of view and you come to ask about Jehad which is presented on your propaganda as the way to have virgins or 72 virgins,,,,,,This is my point
about Jehad see this link
http://www.comparative-religion.com/forum/what-do-you-know-about-1834.html
hope all will be happy
Wait a moment don't be angry man
I said [I saw Quahom1 want to barge the Jehad concept in the virgins issue ]
because the origin subject here was The virgins in islam's point of view and you come to ask about Jehad which is presented on your propaganda as the way to have virgins or 72 virgins,,,,,,This is my point
about Jehad see this link
http://www.comparative-religion.com/forum/what-do-you-know-about-1834.html
hope all will be happy
Jihad is not propaganda Friend. I've seen it in action. It is real. So, my question is, why will the local people refuse to stand up to the others that intend to harm them?
I do not understand that logic.
v/r
Q
Again I hope to understand my point carefully,,,I read in many newspapers and tv Channel,,and sites that Musims do Jehad to have virgins in paradise
Actually if you ask any of those men you will get another answers,,they have many reason to practice Al Jehad these days,,,They believe that they should do that,,the new movement of this kind of AlJehad came after many political changes in Islamic regions,,the main one was the political and martial activities of America and israel.
I'm not presenting Justifications about what they do..but to give you idea about their thinking,,
I'm against the ways they deal with to do Jehad as defence especialy the killing of civilian people,,, this is not in Islam at all .
Thanks to all
and forgive me about my weakness in English language
Wherever Jihad happened, it was against people who opress people , not against civilians . For that reason, locals always preferred those invaders upon local rulers. When Umar's forces retreated from some christian cities that he had captured, its inhabitants said "We prefer you over our previous christian rulers".
BTW about the jihad you are talking , here is an interesting view
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paganprophet
Guest
If a Christian claims Muhammad did not understand Christianity or Jesus' teachings yet wrote as if he knew better than they what Jesus stood for, how can a Christian help but think Muhammad and Muslims are Johnny-come-latelies, Monday morning quarterbacks, second-guessers, and disrespectful plagerists of an early and much more compassionate religious tradition.
Um, are you calling Christians or Muslims (or both), to task here?
I for one do not think Islam is a plagerist of a preceeding faith (just like Christianity is not plageristic of the Judeac faith). Plagerism requires over 50% of that written/claimed to be from the originator...
What I do think, is that where Christians are subtle in their "left handed dealings", Muslims are forthright and obvious, in theirs.
Maybe that is why people get angry quickly with Islam and slowly stew to anger with "Christians" (no one says anything negative about the Christian faith itself).
Just my observation
v/r
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Like to hear from a Muslim poster.