Modi (Moderate):
I saw on CNN that the Democrat majority is abandoning the fight. Allah has shown them the way.
Mani (Mainstream):
Yes, I saw that. And they don’t even know what it is to fight.
Radi (Radical):
After they surrender and leave, how soon can we attack them? My blade will get rusty if it doesn’t get some action soon.
Modi:
Our friend Radi is still fighting at Badr. Just listen to him.
Mani:
Yes, he is getting fiercer now that he knows there is an end here.
Radi, brandishes his heavy knife:
I will make our Most Beloved laugh by launching myself into their midst without a stupid flak vest and driving my knife hither and yon, sending these heathens to hell.
Modi:
You have been reading Ishaq again. Ha! I never heard it like that.
Mani:
When I hear him go off like that, I feel some stirring inside.
Radi:
You should; we will do what we were born to do—kill the unbelievers until the entire planet is ours. We will be like Sa’d and leave none of them alive.[1]
Modi:
You are this way simply because the Democrats are surrendering?
Mani:
He is now like a shark, Modi; he smells blood in the water.
Radi:
I will cut the head off each enemy I approach and let him watch as I take his possessions. I will give up one-fifth to our leader, but I will keep the photos of the families and look up each in turn. There is no sin in tilling those fields. There will be slaves. Ha!
Modi:
Radi, you are giving me chills.
Radi, turns to Modi:
Modi, you too may taste my blade if you run with the dogs. Allah has promised that He will be with us, giving us strength and endurance, and He will strike terror into the hearts of the unbelievers. We will cut off heads and fingertips, Modi. And it will be just the beginning for you. The torment of the fire of hell will be yours forever.[2]
Mani, walks around and looks at Radi’s back:
Nope, don’t see any wind-up key.
Modi:
How do you turn him off?
Radi:
Modi, there is no turning me off. I will not turn my back to the unbelievers or you. I will not retreat. Our Lord has commanded that anyone to do so will earn Allah’s wrath and his new home will be in hell. He will meet a torturous end.[3] I will be fierce and strong!
Mani:
Radi, when the soldiers leave and we follow, Modi will be with us with the faithful who are by called by Allah to fight. Allah will breathe on him and fill his heart with the blue fire and he will taste the blood lust of the victors of Badr. It will be he that introduces steel into the neck of Abu Jahl[4] and enriches himself with the fortunes and the wives of the slain.
Modi:
I hope you are not correct, Mani. It is not right. The Americans are not the Meccans and this is not 624. The American leadership may run, but not the soldiers. The Americans came here to remove Saddam and help us rebuild; they have been attacked by insurgents, some of whom are now sorry they did so, even the ones still alive. The Americans will kill you on their own soil, and not just the army. You think our insurgents and foreign fighters are tough. You had better think more than twice.
Radi:
Allah will blind them and they will not see us. Believers from everywhere will join this jihad. We will overwhelm the Americans.
Modi:You are reading material that will shorten you life, Radi. Be reasonable. Think about what you are saying.
Mani:
You can’t change him, Modi. I told you, he smells the blood of surrender and retreat and that brings out the Great White in him. He will not be satisfied now until he follows the troops home and attacks them there. I see many of his friends ready to go.
Radi:
I want to go to the city of Washington. We will round up all the leaders and their families and they will build a big ditch.
Modi:
I don’t want to hear any more of this. Mani: it is Friday and we have a good speaker today. He will calm Radi down.
Mani:
Perhaps the water will cool his passions.
Radi:My passions are too hot for ablutions to cool me down.
Modi:
Oh yeah? I am going to throw you in!
Mani:
Me too, Radi. I’m going to help Modi. (They all laugh)
Modi, to Mani:
I hope the Democrats don’t do this thing. I am afraid of the results. You know how many people there are like Radi? Too many.
Mani:
Modi, he is right! We all will have to join in; all of us. Radi was not kidding. It’s the way things are. Insh’allah (God wills it).
Modi:
Now I hope I myself can calm down. My blood is running in rivulets.
Mani:Allah is calling you to jihad.
HJS
I saw on CNN that the Democrat majority is abandoning the fight. Allah has shown them the way.
Mani (Mainstream):
Yes, I saw that. And they don’t even know what it is to fight.
Radi (Radical):
After they surrender and leave, how soon can we attack them? My blade will get rusty if it doesn’t get some action soon.
Modi:
Our friend Radi is still fighting at Badr. Just listen to him.
Mani:
Yes, he is getting fiercer now that he knows there is an end here.
Radi, brandishes his heavy knife:
I will make our Most Beloved laugh by launching myself into their midst without a stupid flak vest and driving my knife hither and yon, sending these heathens to hell.
Modi:
You have been reading Ishaq again. Ha! I never heard it like that.
Mani:
When I hear him go off like that, I feel some stirring inside.
Radi:
You should; we will do what we were born to do—kill the unbelievers until the entire planet is ours. We will be like Sa’d and leave none of them alive.[1]
Modi:
You are this way simply because the Democrats are surrendering?
Mani:
He is now like a shark, Modi; he smells blood in the water.
Radi:
I will cut the head off each enemy I approach and let him watch as I take his possessions. I will give up one-fifth to our leader, but I will keep the photos of the families and look up each in turn. There is no sin in tilling those fields. There will be slaves. Ha!
Modi:
Radi, you are giving me chills.
Radi, turns to Modi:
Modi, you too may taste my blade if you run with the dogs. Allah has promised that He will be with us, giving us strength and endurance, and He will strike terror into the hearts of the unbelievers. We will cut off heads and fingertips, Modi. And it will be just the beginning for you. The torment of the fire of hell will be yours forever.[2]
Mani, walks around and looks at Radi’s back:
Nope, don’t see any wind-up key.
Modi:
How do you turn him off?
Radi:
Modi, there is no turning me off. I will not turn my back to the unbelievers or you. I will not retreat. Our Lord has commanded that anyone to do so will earn Allah’s wrath and his new home will be in hell. He will meet a torturous end.[3] I will be fierce and strong!
Mani:
Radi, when the soldiers leave and we follow, Modi will be with us with the faithful who are by called by Allah to fight. Allah will breathe on him and fill his heart with the blue fire and he will taste the blood lust of the victors of Badr. It will be he that introduces steel into the neck of Abu Jahl[4] and enriches himself with the fortunes and the wives of the slain.
Modi:
I hope you are not correct, Mani. It is not right. The Americans are not the Meccans and this is not 624. The American leadership may run, but not the soldiers. The Americans came here to remove Saddam and help us rebuild; they have been attacked by insurgents, some of whom are now sorry they did so, even the ones still alive. The Americans will kill you on their own soil, and not just the army. You think our insurgents and foreign fighters are tough. You had better think more than twice.
Radi:
Allah will blind them and they will not see us. Believers from everywhere will join this jihad. We will overwhelm the Americans.
Modi:You are reading material that will shorten you life, Radi. Be reasonable. Think about what you are saying.
Mani:
You can’t change him, Modi. I told you, he smells the blood of surrender and retreat and that brings out the Great White in him. He will not be satisfied now until he follows the troops home and attacks them there. I see many of his friends ready to go.
Radi:
I want to go to the city of Washington. We will round up all the leaders and their families and they will build a big ditch.
Modi:
I don’t want to hear any more of this. Mani: it is Friday and we have a good speaker today. He will calm Radi down.
Mani:
Perhaps the water will cool his passions.
Radi:My passions are too hot for ablutions to cool me down.
Modi:
Oh yeah? I am going to throw you in!
Mani:
Me too, Radi. I’m going to help Modi. (They all laugh)
Modi, to Mani:
I hope the Democrats don’t do this thing. I am afraid of the results. You know how many people there are like Radi? Too many.
Mani:
Modi, he is right! We all will have to join in; all of us. Radi was not kidding. It’s the way things are. Insh’allah (God wills it).
Modi:
Now I hope I myself can calm down. My blood is running in rivulets.
Mani:Allah is calling you to jihad.
HJS
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