So I thought Id share something I dont normally share with people… a time when a Muslim… a REAL Muslim who doesnt believe in jihad bil kuffar – holy war against the infidels… But believe a war within ones self… enjoy the story and the poem.
Once I had to share a very confined space with a Muslim man. In fact it was a cell approximately 5 metres by 3 metres. He had converted to Islam and was before his conversion a born again Christian…
The worst day of my life was the day after Ludvig Kennedy, the great Irish justice activist died. It was October the 9th , a Monday- 2009 if my memory serves me well. On this day I heard news that made me very angry and also very suicidal. My friend and brother watched over me in this time.. made sure I was OK… it was when he wrote this little letter to me that I knew he was not like other “ normal” Muslims… in fact … he was different. He was a pacifist. A firm believer in peace and not an apologist for militant jihad...jihad bil kuffar… I think if it wasnt for him … I probably would be writing this today… this is what he said to me :
There is a time…
There is a time to fight like a man
There is a time to argue like a man
And a time to reason like a man…
A time for war and a time for peace
A time to live ,and a time to die
A time to kill , and a time to be killed
But always a time for peace,
For the way of peace is the only way.
Neil Plummer
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