Islamic Terrorist: The Satanic Mind

By Devil's Advocate

A story of an ordinary Muslim youth in early 30s well educated born & brought up in society where fundamentalism & cultural pluralism survive & thrive side by side. His upbringing confuses, is unable to mix completely & unable to identify himself fully with the fundamentalists as well as the materialistic people. Torn between what the Maulans preach & practicality of Islam. Confused with the contradictory statements made by Allah. Not at ease with the sermons. Torn between what is being preached & practiced. He tends to question the validity of the faith & the reason for doing what he is expected to do. The questioning makes him a misfit and is branded as an Atheist by the religious self styled Aalims / scholars. Unable to fully integrate with the ways of the materialistic world makes him an outcast in the real world. Hence he is termed as on Islamic Terrorist by the whole world and the confused guy who wanted to lead an ordinary life is left standing in a no mans land.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Devil's Advocate
• Release date: Jul 22, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310902420

Devil's Advocate

JUST AN ORDINARY GUY WITH AN ORDINARY LIFE. Nothing that you'd be interested in. No achievements is my achievement. ;)

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Islamic Terrorist

The Satanic Mind

By

The devil’s Advocate

Copyright N A Khan 2014

Published at Smashwords

Who am I?

Who am I?

Sure you wanna know?

If someone told you I was your average ordinary guy someone lied.

I can be anyone on the street any ordinary guy. That’s what I am one blip in the crowd. I can be you. Just about anyone who has roamed the streets. Even if you saw me you wouldn’t be able to differentiate me one from the other person. Well I am ordinary so ordinary that I cease to be ordinary anymore.

In fact I have been thinking about Who Am I for the past 25 years trying to find the answer but haven’t been able to find one.

Who am I?

Why am I here?

What am I doing here?

Have been thinking for all these years but haven’t found the answers. I don’t know if I’ll ever find the answers in this life.

I am an ordinary middle class guy from a middle class background, with middle class sensibilities, with a middle class mindset, with a middle class vision, with middle class problems, with middle class requirements, with middle class happiness’s, with middle class goals and aspirations.

I want a successful business, my parents want a secure job. I desire for a Lamborgini but a Maruti with the whole family in it is more satisfying. I want a hot chick as an arm candy but someone who unites the house is preferred any day. I look for secure bank balance but spending for the smiles of the family is more gratifying. Watching loved one settle for the second best makes me feel disheartened. Having a Boss who is less qualified and less talented is frustrating but then the school fees needs to be paid. I didn’t ask for much but whatever little I asked for I was provided even less.

I’m a brown, Asian, specifically from Indian subcontinent, in the age group of 25-45, not very supportive of Western policies hence if you asked any westerner then I’d be the ideal candidate for being an Islamic terrorist. A perfect match for being an Islamic Terrorist? If enquired at the point of a gun I may even accept this term. In fact I wouldn’t mind classifying myself as an Islamic terrorist, which would literally mean Peaceful Terrorist. I love to Terrorize Peacefully but my efforts would rather be directed towards both the BUSHES.

Twin towers go down in the opposite part of the world because of the activities of some bearded guy in some cave on this side of the world and I get screwed up in every interview. The American dream turns into a nightmare, the effort to make a living and lead a meaningful life comes down and I get carpet bombed with rejections.

More than the Bush there I wanted to Burn the Bush hanging from the chins for making US (educated, professionally qualified) pay for the lack of US opportunities because of their mindset. Well no one knows who brought the towers down and similarly I don’t know who brought me down.

The mindset of those there who were shitting in their pants when they saw any brown guy with a skull cap on and those who would frown every time they didn’t see the skull cap on.

So hopefully you must have realized my leanings by now. Even though people would love to brand me as fundamentalist but I’m pretty secular in keeping myself Non Aligned with both the parties. The fact is I’m hanging in the middle literally. Neither here nor there.

I was born in a Muslim household, not the typical Muslim family.

How was I different?

Well to start with I’m the only child. How could a Muslim family have one kid? To qualify as a Muslim family you ought to have at least half a dozen siblings roaming around the colony. Then the beard was missing? How could someone be a Muslim if did not have a beard. But then even here we are neither here nor there. As far as we are concerned Deen/ religion and Dadhi/ beard do not mix. You can have a beard and not be following the religion and visa versa. We don’t have to wear our badge of identity to prove that we are followers. But then we are neither the typical high class completely modernized, bereft of so called Islamic way of life, completely immersed in materialistic life. That would definitely classify as destined for hell. Nor are we the typical kohl eyed, henna dyed beard flaunting, ankle showing, pajama wearing publicly ball scratching variety who constitute the lower strata of the society but are the owners of heaven to justify their misery. I’m in between even over here. If this hasn’t given any idea about my life then nothing else could.

The devil is not interested in letting me go to heaven, he follows me everywhere, whispers in my ear, promises all the things that God promises in Heaven right here on earth right now. He, from the power bestowed in him by God, tries every trick to entice me into and trick me into, everything that is supposed to be vice. He is does his work with all honesty and Iman. He never lets his failures dissuade him from doing what he is destined to do. He is much more dedicated than what God could ever be. The devil doesn’t wait for me follow him he coaxes me into it, he holds my hand gently, in the manner that an Imanwala is supposed to, and very subtly tries to take me towards his path, the path which is supposed to be of attractions, bright blinding lights, allures of the un attainable, the hope of pure bliss and happiness. Unfortunately I fail to follow him most of the time. I don’t take credit for it, there seems to be an internal block preventing me from completely crossing the line, nothing that I have developed or worked upon. Maybe I was born with it or blame the kind of upbringing that my parents have provided. It could be the love that I have for my parents, that prevents me. If they were not there then most probably it would have been easier for me. Or maybe I’m telling lies to myself, it’s not the love for my parents, it’s the stigma attached to what people would say if they came to know of my weaknesses. If the came to know that I’m as human as they are, as fallible the any other soul Maybe it’s the thought that my family will have to go through the pain for no fault of theirs that prevents me. Whatever it is, the crux is Devil is disappointed with me even though his efforts are 100% genuine. His intentions noble as he is following the creative plan of God and following his orders as genuinely as no one else could do, even the creator could not be as Imandaar/ Genuine as him. The on the other hand there is God the epitome of everything right, everything positive, everything just but when I analyze I see flaws, that shouldn’t be there.

God is doing everything to send me to Hell and has the audacity to tell me that right on my face.. He who has the power to do everything is the one who reminds me of the Religious Scholars or is it the other way around. Anyway He like any other Unjust, Arrogant, Selfish, self-centered, Unapologetic, tyrants accepts all the Laurels but never ever accepts the blame. He accepts all the positive but refrains from accepting anything negative. He never shows an Iota of Iman, never comes to me, never guides me, never supports me. He is content to see me struggle, to fall, to be humiliated and to take the wrong path. On the contrary He says I designed the path of Hell full of attractions and I made the path of Heaven full of difficulties. He in his arrogance informs me that I will not come to you till the time