Monday, May 22, 2006

Lost Verses of the Holy Q'uran: Part 2

Surah 117: The Murderer

Bismillah: Muhammad and his followers enjoyed many days away from Mecca at the oasis, home of his oafish brother in law, Abu Bakr, who was also Muslim. Dining on roast jackal, vultures and snakes, their strength was renewed by the bounty Allah the moon-god provided: plentiful food for their bellies and plentiful sirens for their carnal pleasure. Khalil was upset that the Prophet was an evil lecherous pedophile who had known a little girl, so he went to the home of Ayesha to speak with her father, Abu the oaf.

He made his way to the hovel, and knocked on the door. Ayesha's mother opened the door, frowning as she beheld another of Prophet Muhammad's followers. "Is life not bad enough, what are you here for, to rape my daughter, me, or one of my sons?" she inquired with disdain.

"Indeed not woman, I must speak with your husband, not you", said Khalil, who as a good Muslim, looked down upon women as little more than objects of pleasure, or dogs to be beaten into submission. My husband Abu is very drunk, she related, lowering her gaze in respect. Khalil entering the hovel, the oaf Abu appeared from a side room holding a wine bottle, and slurred, "What do want here, follower of the Prophet? ""I must speak with you regarding your little daughter Ayesha", answered Khalil. "What about her?" asked Abu, blinking his eyes and trying to focus on the man. "The Prophet came unto her in her room a fortnight ago; do you not know?"asked Khalil. "He has come unto her many times since, she is his wife", replied the unconcerned oaf. "His wife you say - you permitted it?" asked Khalil, stunned by the revelation. "Of course; he has come unto one of my nephews too, Muhammad is a pederast, it is the will of Allah", declared a shrugging Abu. 

"He's raping our child you drunken bastard!"exclaimed a tearful Umm, looking to Khalil. Abu smote her across the face, admonishing, "Take care woman, speak not ill of Prophet Muhammad, it is the will of Allah. The Prophet first knew Ayesha in a dream, when Gabriel showed her to him, uncovering her body for him to see.""That's really sick, she's only six years old," observed Khalil. "Better for the great Prophet to know her than one of the infidels",declared a smiling Abu. "Prophet my ass, Muhammad is a depraved monster possessed of a demon; how could permit such a thing, you are her father!" exclaimed Khalil in utter disgust. "Yes I am, and the Prophet says I will know her too", confessed Abu, contemplating the odd thought of having sex with his own daughter.

Umm burst into tears and sobbed, throwing herself to the floor upon hearing Abu's repugnant words. A fearful Khalil fled the hovel, not knowing what to think; realizing Muhammad and his brother in law Abu were wicked licentious perverts and vicious rapers of children, possessed of capricious and malevolent demons.

Later, Abu spoke with the Prophet while they entered a brothel together. He told him of the strange encounter with Khalil. "Khalil's an idiot, he takes Islam much too seriously",replied Muhammad, looking to his oafish brother in law. "It is a bad omen Prophet, Khalil woefully disdains your marriage to Ayesha, and disdains that I am to know her too", declared Abu, even he feeling deep down that such a liaison was distasteful, but knowing it was the unalterable will of Allah, the moon god. "It is the will of Allah for you to know your daughter, did not Lot of Sodom know his daughters in the cave?" asked a slurring Muhammad, quite drunk, leaning against a wall to steady himself. "Yes Prophet, he did", answered Abu with firm resolve. "Indeed, it was and is Allah's will", replied Muhammad, picking a flea from his beard and crushing it between his fingernails, "As for our problem, I will have a dream tonight, and Allah will order me to kill Khalil"."He will" asked Abu, putting a hand to his chin in confusion, "But I thought the Perfect, Most Merciful Pig Allah never revealed his intentions until you had a dream"."No matter oaf, he is making his will known to me by making me drink strong wine on this day", said a quickly lying Muhammad, holding up a bottle. "Don't you drink strong wine everyday?" asked Abu. "Not as strong as this stuff", replied the Prophet with a broad smile, "It has hashish oil in it; let us partake of a pair of this brothel's women and enjoy wine together".

As Muhammad and Abu descended into more revelry and debauchery, a troubled Khalil approached another of the Prophet's followers, the one with rotten teeth. Telling him of his woes, he awaited the reply."Who cares what he does, have vulture and some wine", said the man, tearing a leg from a roasted, maggot-ridden carcass and offering it to Khalil. "You don't care that Muhammad is a deranged pervert who has sex with little children?" asked Khalil, taking the leg. "Hell no, I'm only here for the food, I was starving in the alleys of Mecca before I met Muhammad", replied the rotten toothed man, grabbing more vulture flesh and a wine bottle. "Oh", answered a defeated Khalil, taking a bite from the leg and reaching for wine. Late evening came, with Khalil and the other followers drunk and passed out in their tent.

Muhammad and Abu awoke at the brothel after midnight, rested and refreshed. "What are we to do about Khalil?" asked Abu as they left via a side door, avoiding an encounter with the brothel's madam, to whom they owed money. "Leave that to me oaf", answered the Prophet, holding up a hand, "In my dream Allah told me how to deal with him". Muhammad headed down the street and stealthily entered the tent of his followers, intent on taking Khalil's life.

Abu Bakr followed him through the entrance, looking about for possible witnesses. Holding an oiled leather garrote, the smiling Prophet mercilessly strangled the sleeping Khalil, knowing in his heart that it was the will of Allah. The helpless follower struggled defiantly as a determined Muhammad gritted his teeth and pulled the garrote tighter, crushing Khalil's windpipe, the Prophet letting out foul gas from his posterior due to the exertion.

The struggling ceased; he and Abu then quietly removed the body from the tent and carried it into the desert. "That takes care of that problem", declared a satisfied Muhammad as he pocketed the garrote, he and Abu making their way to his hovel so he could know his young wife Ayesha again. "Then will I know her Prophet" inquired Abu in the lamplit hovel, looking to his daughter's room. "Very soon, Allah has said it, go know your wife Umm for now, oaf", suggested Muhammad with a smile, opening the door to Ayesha's room.

Surah 118: The Liar

Bismillah: Time passed, and a strengthened Muhammad and his followers left the fertile oasis. The Prophet was joined by his young wife Ayesha and her father, oaf Abu, who left the remainder of his family stranded at the oasis, his wife Umm dying of grief shortly afterward.

Not one of the party dared question the vanishing of Khalil, some fearing that they too would vanish, perhaps due to Allah's will or worse. Muhammad told his followers that Khalil was an evil infidel, and had fled because he had coveted Ayesha, the child looking to her husband the Prophet, she and her father knowing he was not telling the truth. "That is not true my father, Khalil only came to tell you of the Prophet knowing me", Ayesha whispered, she and Abu standing only a few cubits from Muhammad. "Take care in what you utter among others child, some things are better kept to oneself", answered Abu quietly, not half the oaf the Prophet thought he was.

The rotten toothed man was listening intently; he had watched from the shadows while a smiling Muhammad strangled Khalil, but wisely kept this knowledge to himself, vowing to flee the group at the earliest opportunity.

Abu Bakr, fulfilling the will of Allah, came unto his daughter Ayesha over several evenings in a tent at the beckoning of the Holy Prophet, oddly finding her favors more satisfying than those of his wife. Feeling strange from the experience of knowing his own daughter, a troubled Abu sought wise Muhammad's advice. "It was the will of Allah", declared the debauched Muhammad, drunk on strong wine, "Allah has also revealed it is you which will sire her firstborn in her twelfth year; her incestuous bastard child Fatimah"."I will" asked Abu, incredulous that he would be siring a child by his own daughter. "Yes", replied the Prophet, removing his filthy robe, "But first I must satisfy my carnal urges, by indulging in her favors myself". Prophet Muhammad entered the tent and came unto the young Ayesha, who complained that she was sore from knowing her father three times in one day. Striking her across the face, Muhammad admonished, "Keep your mouth shut wife and be thankful to Allah that only I and your father are knowing you"."Yes Holy Prophet", Ayesha replied, closing her eyes and wincing in pain as Muhammad again knew her.

Arriving in Medina the following week, the Muslims found friends in this city, delighting in drunken revelry and the favors of veiled, tempting harlots with dark eyes. A lecherous Muhammad, Ayesha and his brother in law Abu took up residence at a fine brothel, the Prophet and the oaf sampling the offerings over many weeks, finding that Medina had the finest of all harlots in the land.

Many residents of Medina found that Islam was a faith that appealed to them, Allah's unalterable will moving the people, they abandoning their staid ways, joining with Prophet Muhammad in idleness, licentious revelry and drunkenness.

Abu later visited the Prophet in his tent, informing him of dreadful news that Medina was host to a band of Jews. "Jews you say, the people of the book", answered Muhammad, "They are bitter enemies of Allah and Islam; we will not suffer such people to live in our midst". "But there are 40 score or more of them in the city Prophet, do the warriors of Allah have the numbers to defeat them" asked Abu. "Of course oaf", declared the evil Muhammad, "We shall wait until the dark of night, prowling by stealth, and then cut their throats as they slumber; Allah has willed it".

Listening in the shadows, the rotten toothed man determined it was time for him to flee. Regardless of the free food, he wanted no part of a group of vicious, skulking cowards who would slaughter people as they slept. Allah's will was fulfilled on the next night, 40 score Jews meeting their end at the hands of the deranged, murderous pedophile Muhammad and his obedient Muslims.

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