Islam’s Compulsive Aggression

This is one of those important posts which must be shared. I find two Qur’an quotes which do not exactly match the English translations known to me. I have added superscripts linked to translations at the end of the article. I have also noted another library where you can read more of Islam’s history of rapine in India.

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Islam’s Compulsive Aggression and Profanity

Posted: 13 Feb 2009 11:56 AM PST

(The destruction of the Bamiyan Buddha statues in 2001

by the Taliban, courtesy CNN.)

The following article is written by Dharmaveer on the blog, Thoughts of a Nationalist Indian. India has been dealing with Islamic supremacism a lot longer than the United States. Dharmaveer gives us a history lesson here:

ISLAM IS A predatory religion. It seeks to demean and destroy other cultures and replace them with Islamic-Arabian culture. To this end, it finds the things most sacred, most symbolically sublime in cultures it encounters, and then proceeds to systematically profane them.

When Islam invaded India in 712 AD, they found the Hindus to be very different from themselves. Alberuni, an Islamic historian who accompanied the brutal Islamic invasions of Mahmud Ghazni in 1000 AD, states that the Hindus were, in every way, the opposite of Muslims. It is interesting and educational to read his accounts. For instance, he mocks the Hindus for “consulting their women in every matter of importance” — referring to the high position of women in pre-Islamic India and the pathetic animal-like existence of women within Islam. In Islam, a woman is a mere possession of a man meant almost entirely for sexual pleasure — so a Muslim would indeed find a Hindu consulting a woman on an important matter most incredible! Remember folks, women are Islam’s first victims, and there is something very just about fighting an ideology that reduces women to the status that they “enjoy” in Islam (read more about their status here).

Another aspect of Hindu civilization that the Muslims found singular was the Hindu veneration for the animal kingdom in general, and the Cow in particular. As I have explained elsewhere, Hindu Dharma lays great stress on harmony between humans and the animal and plant kingdoms. Our earliest scripture — the Rig Veda — prays for the well-being of all three simultaneously. Hindu Dharma stresses that mankind does not own this planet, and must strive to live harmoniously with all other life. To remind Hindus of this, one representative is chosen from each of the two kingdoms, and venerated in daily religious life.

The Cow is chosen as the representative from the animal kingdom because it is peaceful, easily domesticated, provides us with milk, and is a gentle, kind animal. Similarly, the Tulsi plant is chosen as the representative of the plant kingdom because of its many medicinal properties. A pious Hindu will feed a Cow, and water a Tulsi plant as part of his daily ritual to remind himself that he must live at peace and harmony with animals and plants. This is also why religious Hindus do not eat meat — they feel the animal has as much right to live as they do.

Yes, Islam is very different! In Islam, a non-Muslim has little to no right to life. A Hindu must be killed if he does not convert, a Muslim must be killed if he does, continuous jihad must be waged upon all infidels, and so on. Islam is the very opposite of peaceful harmonious co-existence. Islam is predatory. Islam is murderous.

Back to Islamic invaders of India. When they saw that the gentle cow was held in special veneration by the Hindus, they made it a point to slaughter cows en masse. To rub it in, they always slaughtered a cow at the very spot where a Hindu idol stood, before erecting a mosque in its place. Most of the time, the idol was smashed, mixed with cow meat, and placed at the steps of some mosque for the “faithful” to tread upon as they came for prayer.

We thus read in Alberuni’s India:

“..When Muhammad bin Al Qasim conquered Multan (in today’s Pakistan), he inquired how the town had become so prosperous and flourishing, and how so many treasures had accumulated there. The Hindus told him the idol was the cause, for there came pilgrims from all sides to visit it (Multan had been a pilgrimage for Hindus). Therefore he thought it best to have the idol where it was, and hung a piece of cow’s flesh on its neck by way of mockery. On the same place, a mosque was built.

When the Karmatians occupied Multan, Jalam Ibn Shaiban smashed the idol into pieces and killed the Hindu priests.”

Tragically, there are literally hundreds of such gloating accounts of Islamic invaders on the atrocities and murder they heaped on the Hindus. I will try to reproduce some of them on my blog. It is very important to understand that this behavior of unbridled aggression towards non-Muslims is prescribed by the Qur’an.

Oh ye who believe! Murder those of the disbelievers and let them find harshness in you. (Sura Al Tauba: 123)1

Humiliate the non-Muslims to such an extent that they surrender and pay tribute. (Sura Al Tauba: 29 )2

Historians have estimated that during the course of the 1400 year encounter with Islamic Jihad, the Hindu population lost 50-80 million people by way of slaughter, deprivation, and transport during enslavement in terrible conditions. The mountain range of the Hindu Kush (which means literally “Hindu slaughter” in Pashto and Farsi) is possibly so-named because of the millions of Hindu slaves who died there in the cold while being transported from India to Arabia by Islamic conquerors.

Here is the account of enslavement of Hindus from the first jihad by Mohammed Bin Qasim in 712 AD, taken from the Chachnama by Qazi Ismail — the first Qazi of Alor after its conquest by Islam:3

During the Arab invasion of Sindh (712 C.E.), Muhammad bin Qasim first attacked Debal, a word derived from Deval meaning Hindu temple. It was situated on the sea-coast [not far from modern Karachi]. It was garrisoned by 4000 Kshatriya soldiers and served by 3000 Brahmans. All males of the age of seventeen and upwards were put to the sword and their women and children were enslaved. 700 beautiful females, who were under the protection of Budh (that is, had taken shelter in the temple), were all captured with their valuable ornaments, and clothes adorned with jewels. Muhammad dispatched one-fifth of the legal spoil to Hajjaj which included seventy-five damsels, the rest four-fifths were distributed among the soldiers.

Thereafter whichever places he attacked like Rawar, Sehwan, Dhalila, Brahmanabad and Multan, Hindu soldiers and men with arms were slain, the common people fled, or, if flight was not possible, accepted Islam, or paid the poll tax, or died with their religion. Many women of the higher class immolated themselves in Jauhar, most others became prize of the victors. These women and children were enslaved and converted, and batches of them were dispatched to the Caliph in regular installments.

For example, after Rawar was taken, Muhammad Qasim halted there for three days during which he massacred 6000 (men). Their followers and dependents, as well as their women and children were taken prisoner. Later the slaves were counted, and their number came to 60,000 (of both sexes?). Out of these, 30 were young ladies of the royal blood. Muhammad Qasim sent all these to Hajjaj who forwarded them to Walid the Khalifa. He sold some of these female slaves of royal birth, and some he presented to others.

In Sindh female slaves captured after every campaign of the marching army, were converted and married to Arab soldiers who settled down in colonies established in places like Mansura, Kuzdar, Mahfuza and Multan. The standing instructions of Hajjaj to Muhammad bin Qasim were to give no quarter to infidels, but to cut their throats, and take the women and children as captives.

In the final stages of the conquest of Sindh, when the plunder and the prisoners of war were brought before Qasim, one-fifth of all the prisoners were chosen and set aside; they were counted as amounting to twenty thousand in number (they belonged to high families) and veils were put on their faces, and the rest were given to the soldiers.

My friends, my readers, all of this is very depressing reading, particularly so for a Hindu. I am sharing this pain with you because I do not want there to be such slaughter ever again elsewhere. Whereever you are — in Europe or America — make sure Islam does not do to your civilization what it did to mine. You owe it to your civilization. And you owe it to those poor Hindus who died in the bitter cold while being transported like animals in cages through the Hindu Kush.

I end with a famous quote by the great historian Will Durant, from his History of Civilization:

“The Islamic conquest of India is probably the bloodiest story in history. It is a discouraging tale, for its evident moral is that civilization is a precious good, whose delicate complex order and freedom can at any moment be overthrown by barbarians invading from without and multiplying from within.”

The original article is here: Islam’s Compulsive Aggression and Profanity.

  1. 9:123. O you who believe! Fight those of the disbelievers who are close to you, and let them find harshness in you, and know that Allâh is with those who are the Al-Muttaqûn (the pious – see V.2:2).
  2. 9:29. Fight against those who (1) believe not in Allâh, (2) nor in the Last Day, (3) nor forbid that which has been forbidden by Allâh and His Messenger (4) and those who acknowledge not the religion of truth (i.e. Islâm) among the people of the Scripture (Jews and Christians), until they pay the Jizyah with willing submission, and feel themselves subdued.

Every Day heroes

Meet Staff Sgt. Logan Cortes :

Bronze Star with “V”



while serving with

Batallion Landing Team 2nd Battalion, 1st Marine Regiment, 13th Marine Expeditionary Unit

‘Wrong place at the right time’

Staff Sgt. Logan Cortes wasn’t concerned about the bullets flying to his left and right. His Marines needed him.

Cortes, 31, twice went into a hail of enemy small-arms fire to rescue wounded Marines during the Nov. 16, 2005, battle in New Ubaydi, Iraq, a warren of one- and two-story buildings that had become a last stand for insurgents.

He braved the bullets once again to retrieve more ammunition.

For his actions that day, Cortes, now deployed to Okinawa as part of the 31st Marine Expeditionary Unit, received the Bronze Star with “V.”

In Iraq, Cortes was with Battalion Landing Team 2nd Battalion, 1st Marine Regiment, 13th Marine Expeditionary Unit. A few days before the firefight, the unit had begun clearing the Euphrates River town in Anbar province, about 12 miles from the Syrian border, as part of Operation Steel Curtain.

They were expecting trouble, said Cortes, who then was a machine gun section leader.

They got it.

Cortes didn’t have to be in the fight that day, but he insisted he was going to be where his Marines were, said 1st Lt. Chris Southard, then weapons platoon commander.

Cortes set up a machine gun team on a roof as platoon mates prepared to clear a nearby single-story building.

That’s when the enemy sprung an ambush, firing from several well-fortified positions. Cortes and a second machine-gun team rushed to the street to return fire.

As the battle raged, Cortes saw three Marines hunkered down against a nearby building.

One of Cortes’ troops, Lance Cpl. Roger Deeds, called to the three Marines to see what was happening. They responded that the enemy was in the next building and there were wounded Marines.

Cortes rushed from his covered position, dashing through enemy fire and into the enemy-fortified position to search for casualties. Deeds was hot on his heels.

Cortes “knew there were Marines in trouble, and all he thought about was helping those Marines,” Southard said. “He had no regard for his own safety.”

Cortes and Deeds found a Marine with severe leg injuries, the result of a grenade. They pulled him to a staging area where corpsmen waited.

Cortes then became separated from Deeds. When Cortes returned to the building he found the machine gunner he positioned pinned down by enemy fire, he said….

This is an amazing story, that ends:

Cortes received his Bronze Star in a May 15 ceremony at Camp Hansen on Okinawa. He says he doesn’t deserve the medal.

“I was just in the wrong place at the right time,” he said. “I was just doing what any Marine would have done.”

A real hero, he explained, is someone who displays courage over the long haul.

Like his mother.

“She raised five children on her own,” he said. “She could have dumped us in an orphanage or escaped through alcohol or something, but she didn’t.

“That’s a hero. Not me.”

Go here to read the rest of this.

THANK you for your service, Staff Sgt. Cortes!

The Tragedy of Laura M.

by Roger W. Gardner

Of course we were both lost back then. She in her world, me in mine. Inmates in that resort of last resort, drying out in an alcoholic ward of a big city General Hospital. How old were we then? Maybe twenty-four, twenty-five? Both self-consumed, withdrawn, suicidal, drawn to each other by some indistinct but irresistible magnetic impulse. Her name was Laura M. and she had one of the most beautiful faces I had ever seen. Regal, dignified, imperturbable, the cool, refined, sculptured features of a Grace Kelly.

This was the right side of her face.

The left side of Laura’s M.’s face was a shocking mangle of bones and flesh, the eye slightly drooping, as though her skin was melting. And this startling, unexpected facial schism was of course the tragedy of Laura M.

Perhaps it was that great schism that we had in common, mine mostly hidden from the world’s scrutiny, hers manifest for all to see. When we’d walk together down the street, I’d see men look at her and smile, until she turned to look at them, then the smile would quickly vanish. Laura would always maneuver herself to be on my left side. Was it to save herself or to save me from the embarrassment of that awful truth? But, then again, what was the truth? Laura M. had two faces and both were true. The one on the right was lovely, the one on the left was horrid. The full face was a shocking incongruity. But which face was the real Laura’s face? Wasn’t Laura’s face that delicate beautiful face that had been so grotesquely disfigured by that random auto accident, that undeserved and unaccountable trick of fate to which we are all so vulnerable, yet which most of us somehow undeservedly escape?

We were together for two or three months, I think, before I left for another city and another life. I remember, she always slept on my left side, burying her poor ravaged face into the pillow, so that I could sleep with her beauty. Her personality was unpredictable and extreme, as though she was ruled first by one side, then the other. Laura was smart, quick-witted and capable of a deep sincere compassion, from which she could suddenly explode in a torrent of unprovoked cynical attacks. Then she’d become calm and kind again. And you never knew which to expect.

Why did I eventually leave? Perhaps I couldn’t deal with the extremes. Or perhaps I couldn’t deal with someone who couldn’t deal with the extremes. Perhaps…

Why am I even writing about this now, after all these years? It’s got nothing to do with politics or culture. Is it because I’m approaching the end of my journey and everything in my past has suddenly become invaluable and chock full of meaning? When I started out writing this story of Laura M. I sensed that if there was some deeper significance to this tragedy it would occur to me before I reached the end of the story. But it hasn’t. I don’t know whatever became of Laura M. and I don’t know what’s going to become of me. I don’t know what the real meaning of this story is, unless it is this. Perhaps the meaning of the tragedy of Laura M. is the meaning of the tragedy of our world. – rg