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To be sure, I'm not an extremist Muslim. I'm just getting that out of the way before I become an...

EXTREME MUSLIM!

A few days back, my cousins and me went to the Grand Mosque in Kuwait to pray night prayers, as it is extremely rewarding to do so in the last 10 days of the Holy Month of Ramadan (wow, can I get any more biased?). I'm not going to lie, I usually get bored within the first hour of night prayers, but this time, I wanted it to last forever.

Imagine standing shoulder to shoulder with different men and women of different social statues and nationalities, all clothed in the same garb and all congregating for one reason: Islam. Imagine listening to the beautiful words of the Quran recited by the renowned Sheikh Mishary Rashid Al Afasy pentrate your soul. Imagine praying to your merciful, loving Lord and Creator outdoors with a playful cool breeze dancing about you as you lift your misty eyes to the limitless skies to thank Him, to beg his forgiviness, to ask for admittance into Heaven, peace, stregnth, success, health, love, happiness, and laughter. Imagine all the 150 000 people around all asking for the same things, and that's just in one small area. People all over the world are joined together by the mystical power of Islam laughing, loving, praying, hoping, and giving. It makes one feel part of something big and powerful.

That night, I prayed for non-belivers to feel just a quarter of what I felt. How could anyone accuse Muslims of being horrendous terrorists who want everything that doesn't have a 2 yard beard dead? How can they honestly delude themselves and their people into thinking that the noble Quran preaches murder, intolerance, and terrorism? Their ignorance blinds them and instead of looking into Islam and pondering its five pillars, Quran, and hadeeth, they would much rather fear that which they don't understand.

And that, my dear readers, is downright Kureiji.

ps: on a totally unrelated note, check out some other bloggers in the extended family: my uncle's wife JouJou Bean, and (get ready for this) my mother's mother's sister's daughter's husband's mother's brother's son, Yousef and co.!