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Friday 24 January 2020

Islam v Nationalism

According to Naik, Islam's position on nationalism is this:

While Muslims should be loyal to their respective nations, it should not be the unquestioning loyalty of "My Country Right or Wrong".

In any case, were the two imperial Word Wars waged by Britain against Germany in Britain's national interest?

If Britain had been Muslim, it would have practised the limited polygamy allowed by the Koran ie up to four wives to replenish the labour force lost by the waging of two ruinous World Wars to stop Germany from rising up as a rival European power. It would also have prevented so many women who longed to be wives and mothers from dying childless, and it would have avoided the need to import the foreign labour that is now the cause of increasing racial tension.

Since the most hated and feared immigrant group are Muslims, it may be that God if He exists is subtly telling us something.

The two World Wars declared against Germany were not in any way in conformity with the Koranic rules of warfare. The Koran only allows defensive wars and imperial wars for the promotion of Islam, while giving the conquered the option to enjoy freedom of belief even if they lost the war: the jizya was a conditional tribute which could be avoided by converting to Islam.

After WW2, power shifted from the Old World to the New World after the British and French lost their colonies. Suez was the first example of America asserting its power. Then there was the Korean War and the Vietnam War waged for no apparent reason or national benefit other than for the purpose of kicking sand in the faces of Communists, like a beach bully.

It seems America is not up to running its suddenly acquired thalassocracy. Thalassocracies tend to rise and fall suddenly. Athens was a thalassocracy and so was Carthage. The Romans destroyed Carthage, Britain destroyed itself and America is also about to destroy itself. When all you have is a hammer, every problem is a nail.

When you are a global empire, every war is a party and you are the party girl liable to get knocked up and have her reputation destroyed.

In many ways America resembles a weak-minded adolescent of 19 of bad character often found in bad company, who has inherited a fortune and is seemingly bent on frittering it away on wine, women and song.

Old land acquires acquired the hard way think in centuries and conserve carefully what their ancestors lived and died to acquire, or try to avoid falling into the Thucydides Trap lurking before every empire.

Every war is after all a gamble, and the Koran forbids games of chance.

Also, old empires teach and learn their history differently to the vainglorious Americans and British who do not seem to know the lessons of history or even acknowledge their status: America is indeed a global empire and was the beneficiary of the folly of Britain who formerly had a global empire whose foolish politicians operating a rotten political system caused it to fall into its Thucydides Trap not once, but twice.

I like to think it is not too late to repent.


https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vande_Mataram

Mother, I praise thee!
Rich with thy hurrying streams,
bright with orchard gleams,
Cool with thy winds of delight,
Dark fields waving Mother of might,
Mother free.

Glory of moonlight dreams,
Over thy branches and lordly streams,
Clad in thy blossoming trees,
Mother, giver of ease
Laughing low and sweet!
Mother I kiss thy feet,
Speaker sweet and low!
Mother, to thee I praise thee. [Verse 1]

Who hath said thou art weak in thy lands
When the swords flash out in seventy million hands
And seventy million voices roar
Thy dreadful name from shore to shore?
With many strengths who art mighty and stored,
To thee I call Mother and Lord!
Thou who savest, arise and save!
To her I cry who ever her foeman drove
Back from plain and Sea
And shook herself free. [Verse 2]

Thou art wisdom, thou art law,
Thou art heart, our soul, our breath
Thou art love divine, the awe
In our hearts that conquers death.
Thine the strength that nerves the arm,
Thine the beauty, thine the charm.
Every image made divine
In our temples is but thine. [Verse 3]

Thou art Durga, Lady and Queen,
With her hands that strike and her swords of sheen,
Thou art Lakshmi lotus-throned,
And the Muse a hundred-toned,
Pure and perfect without peer,
Mother lend thine ear,
Rich with thy hurrying streams,
Bright with thy orchard gleems,
Dark of hue O candid-fair [Verse 4]

In thy soul, with bejeweled hair
And thy glorious smile divine,
Loveliest of all earthly lands,
Showering wealth from well-stored hands!
Mother, mother mine!
Mother sweet, I praise thee,
Mother great and free! [Verse 5]

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