Pentagon Suspends Islam Class at Joint Forces Staff College

A Sunni Muslim Declared an "Islam Hater"

It is hard to keep quiet when one is being defamed, and colleagues vilified, thanks to two yellow journalists (Noah Shachtman and Spencer Ackerman, both working for Wired ) grasping for a "story."

The Wired article distorts a military course that also discusses possible scenarios. The Mecca/Medina one did take me aback as imprudent when I first saw it in this hit piece by Wired, but I recognize LTC Dooley's intent of provoking a scenario-based discussion (the US military has been known to war game invading Canada for example).

And, I will 100% defend LTC Dooley's professional right to provoke such a discussion in a non-attribution forum of a scholarly/educational military setting, where knowledge is sought from multiple sources.

As one of the speakers, and a Sunni Muslim born to a Muslim father, I'm labeled an "Islam hater." If anyone cared to take a closer look at my presentation slides (which were not intended for dissemination without permission), they would realize that my views are the truth and nothing more.

It is tiresome to be labeled an "Islamophobe" because one dare critique/question the current state of affairs (as well as the historical context) vis-a-vis my religion.

The contradictory, and frequently violent/intolerant, views of the ulema/mullahs/scholars of the orthodoxy who love to declare fellow Muslims as "deviant (mushriq), hypocrites (munafiq), or apostate (murtad)" if they don't subscribe to their narrow bigoted and cruel agendas (especially vis-a-vis the non-Muslim) are fact not fiction.

The ugliness of much of this propagated doctrine is reflected in haram actions like suicide attacks;  obscene demands in foreign lands; growing and violent intolerance towards all minorities in the Muslim world; rampant domestic violence; child marriages etc etc. It is us Muslims who should be ashamed of our behavior/projection.

Should the US have invaded Iraq and Afghanistan (I know this is how the counterattack will begin) post 9/11? No. Those were dumb and costly moves. There were better ways to handle this IMO. But the 'US did have every right to defend itself within its own borders from any future threats after almost 3000 civilians were killed by enemy combatants out of uniform who adhered to a specific sub-ideology of Islam.

Timely and firm action would have served notice on the enemy within and without who harbored ill will towards us. Yet, over a decade later, we've ended up with 1000s dead in combat, spent billions with little to show for it as we continue "nation building" overseas.

A task which frankly should have been led/funded by wealthy "brotherly" Muslim states (the Umma), and not by the "kuffar" (who are being taken for a ride AND demonized simultaneously). 

Historically, Islam's saving grace was the widespread Sufi movement which made Islam somewhat palatable, attractive and tolerable to the indigenous populace in Africa, Far East, Central Asia etc. That is just a fact. One of many that the "Islamists" reject as lies as they condemn the Sufis (the only "softer" face of Islam) to death.

Another ugly truth (and there are many which we Muslims know having been indoctrinated according to scripture by mullahs) is that it is fellow Muslims (the so-called near-enemy) who are terrorized the most by those with the various agendas. It isn't the infidels who are killing Muslims in Pakistan, Afghanistan, Syria and elsewhere, but their so-called Muslim "jihadi brothers" and others are busy at work.

When Muslims begin to acknowledge what are painful truths rather than the nonstop blame games; only then can there be a genuine concerted effort in such societies to seek a different way rather than the current trajectory towards oblivion.

The Best of Pukhtunkhwa: Rubab Music in the Mountains

Rudyard Kipling's Ballad of East and West (1889)

The Ballad of East and West Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936) OH, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet, Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God’s great Judgment Seat; But there is neither East nor West, Border, nor Breed, nor Birth, When two strong men stand face to face, tho’ they come from the ends of the earth! Kamal is out with twenty men to raise the Border side, 5 And he has lifted the Colonel’s mare that is the Colonel’s pride: He has lifted her out of the stable-door between the dawn and the day, And turned the calkins upon her feet, and ridden her far away. Then up and spoke the Colonel’s son that led a troop of the Guides: “Is there never a man of all my men can say where Kamal hides?” 10 Then up and spoke Mahommed Khan, the son of the Ressaldar, “If ye know the track of the morning-mist, ye know where his pickets are. At dusk he harries the Abazai—at dawn he is into Bonair, But he must go by Fort Bukloh to his own place to fare, So if ye gallop to Fort Bukloh as fast as a bird can fly, 15 By the favor of God ye may cut him off ere he win to the Tongue of Jagai, But if he be passed the Tongue of Jagai, right swiftly turn ye then, For the length and the breadth of that grisly plain is sown with Kamal’s men. There is rock to the left, and rock to the right, and low lean thorn between, And ye may hear a breech-bolt snick where never a man is seen.” 20 The Colonel’s son has taken a horse, and a raw rough dun was he, With the mouth of a bell and the heart of Hell, and the head of the gallows-tree. The Colonel’s son to the Fort has won, they bid him stay to eat— Who rides at the tail of a Border thief, he sits not long at his meat. He ’s up and away from Fort Bukloh as fast as he can fly, 25 Till he was aware of his father’s mare in the gut of the Tongue of Jagai, Till he was aware of his father’s mare with Kamal upon her back, And when he could spy the white of her eye, he made the pistol crack. He has fired once, he has fired twice, but the whistling ball went wide. “Ye shoot like a soldier,” Kamal said. “Show now if ye can ride.” 30 It ’s up and over the Tongue of Jagai, as blown dust-devils go, The dun he fled like a stag of ten, but the mare like a barren doe. The dun he leaned against the bit and slugged his head above, But the red mare played with the snaffle-bars, as a maiden plays with a glove. There was rock to the left and rock to the right, and low lean thorn between, 35 And thrice he heard a breech-bolt snick tho’ never a man was seen. They have ridden the low moon out of the sky, their hoofs drum up the dawn, The dun he went like a wounded bull, but the mare like a new-roused fawn. The dun he fell at a water-course—in a woful heap fell he, And Kamal has turned the red mare back, and pulled the rider free. 40 He has knocked the pistol out of his hand—small room was there to strive, “’T was only by favor of mine,” quoth he, “ye rode so long alive: There was not a rock for twenty mile, there was not a clump of tree, But covered a man of my own men with his rifle cocked on his knee. If I had raised my bridle-hand, as I have held it low, 45 The little jackals that flee so fast, were feasting all in a row: If I had bowed my head on my breast, as I have held it high, The kite that whistles above us now were gorged till she could not fly.” Lightly answered the Colonel’s son:—“Do good to bird and beast, But count who come for the broken meats before thou makest a feast. 50 If there should follow a thousand swords to carry my bones away, Belike the price of a jackal’s meal were more than a thief could pay. They will feed their horse on the standing crop, their men on the garnered grain, The thatch of the byres will serve their fires when all the cattle are slain. But if thou thinkest the price be fair,—thy brethren wait to sup, 55 The hound is kin to the jackal-spawn,—howl, dog, and call them up! And if thou thinkest the price be high, in steer and gear and stack, Give me my father’s mare again, and I ’ll fight my own way back!” Kamal has gripped him by the hand and set him upon his feet. “No talk shall be of dogs,” said he, “when wolf and gray wolf meet. 60 May I eat dirt if thou hast hurt of me in deed or breath; What dam of lances brought thee forth to jest at the dawn with Death?” Lightly answered the Colonel’s son: “I hold by the blood of my clan: Take up the mare for my father’s gift—by God, she has carried a man!” The red mare ran to the Colonel’s son, and nuzzled against his breast, 65 “We be two strong men,” said Kamal then, “but she loveth the younger best. So she shall go with a lifter’s dower, my turquoise-studded rein, My broidered saddle and saddle-cloth, and silver stirrups twain.” The Colonel’s son a pistol drew and held it muzzle-end, “Ye have taken the one from a foe,” said he; “will ye take the mate from a friend?” 70 “A gift for a gift,” said Kamal straight; “a limb for the risk of a limb. Thy father has sent his son to me, I ’ll send my son to him!” With that he whistled his only son, that dropped from a mountain-crest— He trod the ling like a buck in spring, and he looked like a lance in rest. “Now here is thy master,” Kamal said, “who leads a troop of the Guides, 75 And thou must ride at his left side as shield on shoulder rides. Till Death or I cut loose the tie, at camp and board and bed, Thy life is his—thy fate it is to guard him with thy head. So thou must eat the White Queen’s meat, and all her foes are thine, And thou must harry thy father’s hold for the peace of the border-line. 80 And thou must make a trooper tough and hack thy way to power— Belike they will raise thee to Ressaldar when I am hanged in Peshawur.” They have looked each other between the eyes, and there they found no fault, They have taken the Oath of the Brother-in-Blood on leavened bread and salt: They have taken the Oath of the Brother-in-Blood on fire and fresh-cut sod, 85 On the hilt and the haft of the Khyber knife, and the Wondrous Names of God. The Colonel’s son he rides the mare and Kamal’s boy the dun, And two have come back to Fort Bukloh where there went forth but one. And when they drew to the Quarter-Guard, full twenty swords flew clear— There was not a man but carried his feud with the blood of the mountaineer. 90 “Ha’ done! ha’ done!” said the Colonel’s son. “Put up the steel at your sides! Last night ye had struck at a Border thief—to-night ’t is a man of the Guides!” Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the two shall meet, Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God’s great Judgment Seat; But there is neither East nor West, Border, nor Breed, nor Birth, 95 When two strong men stand face to face, tho’ they come from the ends of the earth.