I tell my friend that I have missed the prayers for two consecutive days for lots of reasons, the most important being that I can’t be a Moslem. . They are always asking me to be a Moslem, but I tell them “No”. Following their peculiar rules is contrary to my nature. They lock off too many of life’s experiences.
I am not interested in being some great sinner, but the puritanical code has got to go too. Also the idea of a “chosen people” or that “MY guru is better that YOUR guru!” or that women are not as good as men. I see that Moslems are defined here as anti-Israeli pro-Arab Palestinian nationalists or something else economic or political—I am not even sure what—some kind of insane vendetta that started thousands of years ago and is still going.
For me, to be a Moslem would be a big step backward.
For me, to be a Moslem would be a big step backward.
I have worked too hard to develop the little independence permitted to a citizen of the world at this time, and I do not want to lose any of that independence of mind and action. I treasure that independence and obey the lawful rules of the place I inhabit.
If the rule of law in the place I find myself does not allow the freedom I cherish, I remove myself to somewhere that does!
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