“They speak not of the one Islam as revealed by Allah but of manufactured “Islams,” plural, several different Islams, which they desire to create. Sometimes they even divide Islam by regions. There is the Asian variety of Islam; then we have the African Islam. Sometimes, according to the ages, there is the Prophet’s era of Islam, Rashidi Islam, Umayyad Islam, Abbasid Islam, Ottoman Islam and modern Islam. Sometimes, according to race, there is Arab Islam, Indian Islam, Turkish Islam, and the Islam of the Malaysian… And so on and so forth. Sometimes, according to the doctrine, there is Sunni Islam and Shiite Islam. They even divide the Sunni and the Shia into divisions. New divisions have also been created; there is revolutionary Islam, reactionary Islam, radical Islam, classical Islam, right-wing Islam, leftist Islam, orthodox Islam, modern Islam and, finally, political Islam, spiritual Islam and theological Islam. Why do they invent such divisions that are rejected in Islam? The truth is that these divisions are all unacceptable in the eyes of a Muslim; there is only one Islam, which has no partners, which recognizes no other; it is the first Islam, the Islam of the Quran and Sunnah.” (Accusing Islam with Politics by Dr. Yusuf Qaradawi, 10/28/2011)8

Indeed, even Qaradawi who himself does not understand Islam had this one right; there is only one true Islam. What he is wrong about is that Islam is not from God but is of the devil. Period.

And since no human fully understands the devil, they have it wrong; they do not understand Islam. No Muslim understands Islam. To understand Islam, we all, rich and poor, lame and mute, grew up taking a copy of that green colored book; its cover was illuminated in beautiful Arabic gold script.

We were made to read it while we reclined our backs on stone hewn columns surmounted by decorated arches. We mesmerized our inner souls hearing ourselves reciting incomprehensible abstract thoughts and fragmented verses while bobbing our heads sitting under melancholy domed shrines that hovered over these beautiful specimens of Persian rugs donated courtesy of wealthy Arab princes.

It was rather a peculiar hodgepodge they all said was divine. For over millennia it was a bestseller in the east and still is. Everyone had external reverence that at any moment when they heard the recitation in the ancient classical Arabic tongue they become hypnotized by some external force, humbling themselves, ready to carry out sacred instructions to kill infidels as if under a spell from the Master Hypnotist.

No giant would even dare call this book a ‘fiction,’ in respect to its avid readers who believed it was sent to them from the seventh heaven—dictaphoned by a colorful angel of light—to a humble illiterate servant of God. My life journey to understanding Islam was filled with thorns and obstacles, which I finally managed to pluck out of my wandering soul. The prickling thorns were thrust to my side by what was left behind from the writ of a sojourner named Muhammad who once alleged that a bright angel of light once visited him while he frequented a mysterious cave called Ghar Hira’ in Arabia.

There he was dictaphoned—so he claimed—the word of a god named Maliki-Rab-ul-A’lameen, “The King-Lord of The Worlds” who was the god of this world and the god of the underworld. The sojourner who claimed to be prophet then desired to ascend to heaven, to the most high. So he alleged that one night that he was transported in a twinkling of an eye far away up to the heavens riding on the back of another being, a hybrid of a winged steed, part woman, part peacock he called Buraq.

But the time I only began to understand something about Islam was the day I opened a Bible when I still was Muslim in 1993. I ineluctably began to turn its pages. As it turned out it spoke of such stories of this Buraq already mentioned in the Quran even foretelling that story a millennium before of a rebellious beautiful bright angel of light, with “every precious stone was your covering: the ruby, the topaz, and the diamond; the beryl, the onyx, and the jasper; the lapis lazuli, the turquoise, and the emerald; and the gold, the workmanship of your setting and sockets was in you” *(Ezekiel 28:13)* He than arose to be the world’s leading heresiarch, an “Antichrist who denies Father and Son” (1 John 2:22) and claimed in his Al-Isra’ Wal-Mi’raj to have “ascended to heaven” (Isaiah 14:13) reaching the seventh heaven claiming, as it says in Isaiah 14:13, “You said in your heart, ‘I will ascend to heaven; above the stars of God” claiming to meet God who ordered him to rule over all of mankind, angels and the whole multitudes of demons.

Then I read God’s oracles concerning the Desert which God called “Babylon”, “Dumah”, “Kedar” and even “Arabia” with a proclamation that said: “Babylon is fallen, is fallen,” (Isaiah 21:9, Revelation 18:1-2) These were all in the land of the sojourner, the man with the Buraq steed and are where the city of that virgin bride cloaked in black silk, decked with silver and gold.

And for my predilection to read this book (the Bible) over the other (Quran), the giants said that they would sever my head as they severed the heads of thousand thousands before me. Yet even this peril was foretold in the book, which they forbade us to read. Then, and way later, when I dared to speak negatively of it, the media giants who even knew the book was hypnotic fiction, were grieved and alleged that I knew little about the sacred text. Publishers avoided me fearing the frenzy of the mobs, the same mobs that converged like a river once a year swirling roundabout the idol they had erected long ago in the midst of this Babel telling me that Islam was peaceful.

Was Islam peaceful when Omar bin Al-Khattab began to advance into Christian Byzantine territory? Was Islam peaceful and did not behave as ISIS did when Muslims during the decisive Battle of Yarmouk in August 636 when the Christian Emperor Heraclius was defeated by Islamic hordes?

Was Islam not behaving like ISIS when Sophronius, the Christian Arab from Bethlehem who was at the time Patriarch of Jerusalem, how in his sermon on the Day of the Epiphany 636 A.D. he bewailed the destruction of the churches and monasteries, how the sacked towns, the fields laid waste, the villages burned down by the Muslim nomads who were overrunning the country then to later invade Jerusalem itself and occupy it under Umar bin Al-Khattab.

Was Saudi Arabia and Qatar not acting like ISIS when they send incursions into Syria of replicas of the same ancient savages, beheading Christians, raping, burning and destroying everything in sight; the American Christian initially was unaware, despite our warnings, that he would take the side of such savages in full support of the so-called Free Syrian Army, Muslims from different nations whom converged into Syria to carry out the Harlot’s interest of Saudi Arabia.

The American have not learned the lessons from history about what Arabia has done to the Christian world beginning in the conquest of Christian Syria in 637, the conquest of Christian Armenia, 639, to later massacre 1.2 Million Armenian Christians in 1915.

Have we seen any difference between the Islam of ISIS and the Islam of the Ottomans?

And then we had the conquest of Christian Egypt in 639 A.D., in which the population of the Christian Copts gradually decreased from nine million to 700,000 at the early 1900′s.

And Egypt is an important case-in-point regarding peaceful Islam. It is a fact of history that the Egyptians allowed the Muslims into their country. When the Egyptian populace heard that the Muslims were arriving, they accepted them with open arms, not seeing them as deceiving heretics, but as people who merely believed in the one true God. Their open mindedness would have received the applause of the moderns, but the end result was the consequence of all ultra equality and tolerance: violence. For decades I roamed the world of cowards, politicians, media giants and even conservatives who claimed to believe in the purists of truths to only find out they were riddled with the ignorance that was born out of their inner fears. They too would not dare call the devil “devil”. But I stood and confronted the wizards; these goliaths that carried swords in one hand and that book of fictions they used for shield in the other telling them that their victories with the sword will be until all bow towards their image, but as long as there are a few who choose their scimitar blade over prostrating in submission to tyranny, that victory is for the slain who refuse to bow to their devil.

The Bible proclaimed warnings to the naïve multitudes foretelling even these giants, the ones with the scimitars, coming to the city gates proclaiming that Islam is ‘peace’ ‘peace’ ‘peace’. For decades, I began to shout from the rooftops. ‘The giants are coming’ ‘With Trojan horses they come to the city gates’ ‘they bring charmers, wizards and star gazers’ ‘they deceive by peace’ to only find out that I am but a lone voice crying in the wilderness; a watchman on walls sounding a trumpet to naïve western multitudes dazzled by charmers and the stargazers whose outcry of ‘he’s a liar’ ‘an impostor’ ‘an ant who never saw giants’ ‘there are no Trojan horses at the city gates’ while the naive slander with a sharp tongue saying that my declarations were ‘fiction’, that I need to be brought down from the city walls and sent into banishment.

So they sent the giants to bring me down, but their efforts were all in vain.

In this hear the sound of my trumpet, hear not and your blood is on your hands.