I am a Muslim of the Indian subcontinent. Let me tell you a story. This is the story of my life.

[AA_]

you sir get a darwin award.

india was supar powar and muslim come and destroy beautiful bharat mata. they kill so many hindus and took their dot headed women for sexual slavery with their halal penises. thats the story plus pakistan is to blame aswell cos they betrayed hindus and separated.

I want to send every nuke we have into areas where the Hindu population is >= 70%

 

[Tamerlane]

Not meaning to offend anyone, but I'll tell you what I as a Muslim of the Subcontinent feel.

It is one of my worst nightmares to think that my ancestors, even a thousand years ago, were idol-worshipping Hindus. I refuse to believe it, even if it may have been true.

I can't see anything about Indian religion or culture that I want to be associated with. Their architecture is grotesque, their art is ugly, their clothing and languages puts me off. The behavior of their politicians is sickening.

I wish my ancestors, if they came from somewhere else, had never come to this cursed land. Even those things in Pakistani and Muslim culture that are Indian make me cringe.

I see that Muslims in Egypt are proud of their pre-Islamic heritage. Iranians are proud of their Persian heritage. But me? I don't want to be associated with anything Indian.

It is Islam that makes me happy and makes life worth living. It is with Muslims that I want to be associated with. It is they who are my people. It is what makes me what I am.

Sorry, but that's how it goes.

 

[Sinnerman108]

LOOKING BACK AT MY DISTANT PAST
By Khalid Umar

I am a Muslim of the Indian subcontinent. Let me tell you a story. This is the story of my life.

I am 1,300 years old. I live in India, which has now one of the largest communities of Muslims in the world. I also provide intellectual leadership to Islam. I am also home of great scholars and Sufi tradition of Islam. And yes, I am proud of who I am now; a Muslim who worships Allah and believes in Muhammad & Quran. I live and die for Islam. I even divided the land called India for Islam with the help of foreign rulers and I am ready to do it again if opportunity arises.

But I was not always a Muslim. About 1450 years ago there were actually no Muslims in this world. I was a follower of Hinduism which is the oldest religion of mankind. I had been like this for generations. If human civilization is 10,000 years old, then I was a Hindu for 10,000 years. If human civilization is 100,000 years old, I was a Hindu for 100,000 years.

But then something changed.

I rejected everything that I had been following for thousands or even million years. This change did not come easy. Habits are not easy to form and it was my dharma; the story of my lineage for centuries. It was a life of exquisite stories, mythology, colours, rituals, dances, music, mantras and food, infused in my blood. It was the most difficult transition which took many generations of hardship to accomplish. But, Al-hamdolillah, I became a Muslim, dheeray dheeray, slowly, albiet surely.

I have some vague memories in my hereditary DNA how it all started. My forefathers were peaceful and spiritual people who lived in harmony with nature. They had no expansionist desires. We were a vast land from the world’s tallest peaks to the longest rivers and deserts. Herds of Arab, Afghan and Mongol armies of looters started ransacking my land, about 1000 years ago. The came & came in droves. They killed my fathers and brothers. They dishonoured my mothers and sisters. My mother was one who was enslaved and sold in the bazars of Baghdad. The mountain pass in Afghanistan looking at the Indian plains was named Hindu-kush, so much was the blood strewn of my brethren. They massacred my people and continued to do so for centuries. I died and lived as well, to pass on my genetic lineage and expand my tribe of Islam that in 1941 census we were 24.3% or 95 million in 1230 years of coercion & conversion (712-1941).

I dishonoured my foundations due to fear initially. Slowly generations who followed forgot the sacrifices of my parents, sisters and brothers. I became a diehard Muslim. I reassured myself that it was time for a change and may be that was the only way my family could live in peace and without disgrace of slavery. It was the most tragic, bloody, dangerous, sad and painful compromise in my life’s story of 10 centuries.

The effect was so brutal that I refused to look back at my history, lest my old wounds begin to fester again. When I am told by Will Durant that “The Mohammedan Conquest of India is probably the bloodiest story in history. It is a discouraging tale, for its evident moral is that civilization is a precarious thing, whose delicate complex of order and liberty, culture and peace may at any time be overthrown by barbarians invading from without or multiplying within,” no tears or remorse touches my heart.

I am suffering from historical amnesia. I have forgotten my entire history. Today, when someone reminds me of these painful experiences, I refuse to pay attention to them. I dismiss them as stories concocted by anti-Islamic elements and dismiss the facts of history and archaeology. I don’t question the ruins of Nalanda, Gyanvapi mosque or Somnath temple.

I forgot the high principles taught to me by nature. I forgot the lessons of my relationship with the Cosmos. I forgot that Brahman lives inside me; indeed, I am the Brahma, the eternal God. I externalised my God as Allah, perched somewhere in a far corner of the Universe. I relegated myself from being the God to an entity without any knowledge of relationship with the reality. My paradise became a brothel house of 72 virgins, food, fruit and booze, owned and managed by Allah. I killed many of my brethren for the lust of that brothel house. It was the scare of hell which overtook my sanity. I forgot my scriptures. I lost my relationship with Upanishads & yogic traditions. I lost dharma as well as karma.

Now sometimes if the memory of my blood-soaked past emerges in my dreams, my eyes no longer ooze out tears of blood, my heart no longer misses a beat. I retaliate by clinging more fiercely with my faith group.

I know I have lost so much. I have lost connection with the land of my ancestors. I have sacrificed a lot to become a Muslim. Islam was not handed to me on a platter. No prophet spoke to me in my language. No angel descended from heavens. I adopted a revealation which was not meant for me. I believed the hearsay and destroyed everything that had always been my foundation; the history in which my ancestors were the heroes. The stories which were part of my intellectual and cultural heritage. I rejected all just to become a Muslim. I bet no one in human history has made such a sacrifice. I destroyed myself and the land l belonged to.

I am an unfortunate member of the lost tribe of Hinduism. I live with those who are related to me in blood and history. But I can’t love them or go back to their fold, due to the gruesome memories of blood inflicted on my soul, via generations of blind faith on scriptures, holy in name only. To me my own blood brethren are Kafirs!

I am an indoctrinated lost soul. I am an (unfortunate) Muslim of the Indian subcontinent.

https://www.facebook.com/permalink.php?story_fbid=pfbid024uqCnePr3KsR5zVzLuBfcB1DL3s8n2NqocgxPiuHh5q3itu4GskWaX4a56ybAsD4l&id=1119306885

You see the highlighted piece,
that is an error, and shows that a non Muslim wrote that piece of BS.

Now hush ... vanquish ...

 

[Menace2Society]

I am a human of the Indian subcontinent. Let me tell you a story. This is the story of my life.

a few million years ago I was a monkey swinging in the trees.....

View attachment 919393

Looks demonic. No grace of God here.

 

[Maula Jatt]

Not meaning to offend anyone, but I'll tell you what I as a Muslim of the Subcontinent feel.

It is one of my worst nightmares to think that my ancestors, even a thousand years ago, were idol-worshipping Hindus. I refuse to believe it, even if it may have been true.

I can't see anything about Indian religion or culture that I want to be associated with. Their architecture is grotesque, their art is ugly, their clothing and languages puts me off. The behavior of their politicians is sickening.

I wish my ancestors, if they came from somewhere else, had never come to this cursed land. Even those things in Pakistani and Muslim culture that are Indian make me cringe.

I see that Muslims in Egypt are proud of their pre-Islamic heritage. Iranians are proud of their Persian heritage. But me? I don't want to be associated with anything Indian.

It is Islam that makes me happy and makes life worth living. It is with Muslims that I want to be associated with. It is they who are my people. It is what makes me what I am.

Sorry, but that's how it goes.

Yeah Indian culture, past is grotesque- f em idc
but Pakistani is beautiful - I am so proud to be of the people who contributed so much to humanity, culture, science
I draw the line where you mixed us into them- I love my people from 3,000 years ago the same as I do my people now

 

[Menace2Society]

Yeah Indian culture, past is grotesque
but Pakistani is beautiful - I am so proud to be of the people who contributed so much to humanity, culture, science

We were always different. No surprise we detached.

Ganges culture is extremely hegemonic and they are liars, manipulators and revisionists. I don't for a moment believe their version of events in the region. A lot of it is fabrication to claim other cultures in the region as their own. They are children of the serpent, its in their nature.

 

[Areesh]

Yeah Indian culture, past is grotesque
but Pakistani is beautiful - I am so proud to be of the people who contributed so much to humanity, culture, science

You mean this culture??? Molestation fest?? You don't like it??

https://twitter.com/x/status/1633895970865029121

 

[Skimming]

Perhaps this thread brought tableeghi back to this forum.

@jamahir

 

[Homo Sapiens]

You mean this culture??? Molestation fest?? You don't like it??

https://twitter.com/x/status/1633895970865029121

After taking such blessing, those acts are not molestation.

 

[Azadkashmir]

I want to send every nuke we have into areas where the Hindu population is >= 70%

no it wont work they got cow shit cream mask for protection.

Not meaning to offend anyone, but I'll tell you what I as a Muslim of the Subcontinent feel.

It is one of my worst nightmares to think that my ancestors, even a thousand years ago, were idol-worshipping Hindus. I refuse to believe it, even if it may have been true.

I can't see anything about Indian religion or culture that I want to be associated with. Their architecture is grotesque, their art is ugly, their clothing and languages puts me off. The behavior of their politicians is sickening.

I wish my ancestors, if they came from somewhere else, had never come to this cursed land. Even those things in Pakistani and Muslim culture that are Indian make me cringe.

I see that Muslims in Egypt are proud of their pre-Islamic heritage. Iranians are proud of their Persian heritage. But me? I don't want to be associated with anything Indian.

It is Islam that makes me happy and makes life worth living. It is with Muslims that I want to be associated with. It is they who are my people. It is what makes me what I am.

Sorry, but that's how it goes.

i feel same.

 

[Novus ordu seclorum]

Every religion is a man made dogma at the end of the day. None can claim to be pure, peaceful or the "best" religion.
It's the ultimate weapon the keep the masses and the poor entangled in a series of events that repeats again and again.
One persons belief is another persons illusion. As long as humans exist there will be differences which give rise to conflicts right now it's religion.
Following religion as a way of life to encourage fraternity between people, as a moral guidance in consonance with principles of natural justice and human rights is perfectly acceptable to me but the to and fro extremism and hate is bothering.

Idols and ideologies are man-made. Belief in God is natural and logical if one is truthful to oneself. The resulting accountability to God is for our sake, to keep us from straying too far from the path of righteousness. It comes through faith in the Higher Power, our Creator. Only God can make us better people. This is the true meaning of Dharm. Islam is Dharm. Islam is not 'Abrahamic' religion which he invented and others followed. Submission to God began with the first person of the modern human species [Quran 20-115]. Atheism is a 19th century concept. Even Aristotle believed in Higher Power. That is how Arab and Persian Muslims were able to dive into Aristotlean philosophy.

 

[That Guy]

LOOKING BACK AT MY DISTANT PAST
By Khalid Umar

I am a Muslim of the Indian subcontinent. Let me tell you a story. This is the story of my life.

I am 1,300 years old. I live in India, which has now one of the largest communities of Muslims in the world. I also provide intellectual leadership to Islam. I am also home of great scholars and Sufi tradition of Islam. And yes, I am proud of who I am now; a Muslim who worships Allah and believes in Muhammad & Quran. I live and die for Islam. I even divided the land called India for Islam with the help of foreign rulers and I am ready to do it again if opportunity arises.

But I was not always a Muslim. About 1450 years ago there were actually no Muslims in this world. I was a follower of Hinduism which is the oldest religion of mankind. I had been like this for generations. If human civilization is 10,000 years old, then I was a Hindu for 10,000 years. If human civilization is 100,000 years old, I was a Hindu for 100,000 years.

But then something changed.

I rejected everything that I had been following for thousands or even million years. This change did not come easy. Habits are not easy to form and it was my dharma; the story of my lineage for centuries. It was a life of exquisite stories, mythology, colours, rituals, dances, music, mantras and food, infused in my blood. It was the most difficult transition which took many generations of hardship to accomplish. But, Al-hamdolillah, I became a Muslim, dheeray dheeray, slowly, albiet surely.

I have some vague memories in my hereditary DNA how it all started. My forefathers were peaceful and spiritual people who lived in harmony with nature. They had no expansionist desires. We were a vast land from the world’s tallest peaks to the longest rivers and deserts. Herds of Arab, Afghan and Mongol armies of looters started ransacking my land, about 1000 years ago. The came & came in droves. They killed my fathers and brothers. They dishonoured my mothers and sisters. My mother was one who was enslaved and sold in the bazars of Baghdad. The mountain pass in Afghanistan looking at the Indian plains was named Hindu-kush, so much was the blood strewn of my brethren. They massacred my people and continued to do so for centuries. I died and lived as well, to pass on my genetic lineage and expand my tribe of Islam that in 1941 census we were 24.3% or 95 million in 1230 years of coercion & conversion (712-1941).

I dishonoured my foundations due to fear initially. Slowly generations who followed forgot the sacrifices of my parents, sisters and brothers. I became a diehard Muslim. I reassured myself that it was time for a change and may be that was the only way my family could live in peace and without disgrace of slavery. It was the most tragic, bloody, dangerous, sad and painful compromise in my life’s story of 10 centuries.

The effect was so brutal that I refused to look back at my history, lest my old wounds begin to fester again. When I am told by Will Durant that “The Mohammedan Conquest of India is probably the bloodiest story in history. It is a discouraging tale, for its evident moral is that civilization is a precarious thing, whose delicate complex of order and liberty, culture and peace may at any time be overthrown by barbarians invading from without or multiplying within,” no tears or remorse touches my heart.

I am suffering from historical amnesia. I have forgotten my entire history. Today, when someone reminds me of these painful experiences, I refuse to pay attention to them. I dismiss them as stories concocted by anti-Islamic elements and dismiss the facts of history and archaeology. I don’t question the ruins of Nalanda, Gyanvapi mosque or Somnath temple.

I forgot the high principles taught to me by nature. I forgot the lessons of my relationship with the Cosmos. I forgot that Brahman lives inside me; indeed, I am the Brahma, the eternal God. I externalised my God as Allah, perched somewhere in a far corner of the Universe. I relegated myself from being the God to an entity without any knowledge of relationship with the reality. My paradise became a brothel house of 72 virgins, food, fruit and booze, owned and managed by Allah. I killed many of my brethren for the lust of that brothel house. It was the scare of hell which overtook my sanity. I forgot my scriptures. I lost my relationship with Upanishads & yogic traditions. I lost dharma as well as karma.

Now sometimes if the memory of my blood-soaked past emerges in my dreams, my eyes no longer ooze out tears of blood, my heart no longer misses a beat. I retaliate by clinging more fiercely with my faith group.

I know I have lost so much. I have lost connection with the land of my ancestors. I have sacrificed a lot to become a Muslim. Islam was not handed to me on a platter. No prophet spoke to me in my language. No angel descended from heavens. I adopted a revealation which was not meant for me. I believed the hearsay and destroyed everything that had always been my foundation; the history in which my ancestors were the heroes. The stories which were part of my intellectual and cultural heritage. I rejected all just to become a Muslim. I bet no one in human history has made such a sacrifice. I destroyed myself and the land l belonged to.

I am an unfortunate member of the lost tribe of Hinduism. I live with those who are related to me in blood and history. But I can’t love them or go back to their fold, due to the gruesome memories of blood inflicted on my soul, via generations of blind faith on scriptures, holy in name only. To me my own blood brethren are Kafirs!

I am an indoctrinated lost soul. I am an (unfortunate) Muslim of the Indian subcontinent.

https://www.facebook.com/permalink.php?story_fbid=pfbid024uqCnePr3KsR5zVzLuBfcB1DL3s8n2NqocgxPiuHh5q3itu4GskWaX4a56ybAsD4l&id=1119306885

Indian Muslims proving once again just how pathetic and self-hating creatures they are.

Blind are they to the truth of the world and their homeland that hates them. Their own hindu neighbors hate them, thus they've grown to hate themselves.

 

[Maula Jatt]

Indian Muslims proving once again just how pathetic and self-hating creatures they are.

Blind are they to the truth of the world and their homeland that hates them. Their own hindu neighbors hate them, thus they've grown to hate themselves.

cant indian muslims have their own tariq fateh's? - dont you think its the Indian policy to make them hate themselves, their people?
it sure is

 

[fisher1]

Every religion is a man made dogma at the end of the day. None can claim to be pure, peaceful or the "best" religion.
It's the ultimate weapon the keep the masses and the poor entangled in a series of events that repeats again and again.
One persons belief is another persons illusion. As long as humans exist there will be differences which give rise to conflicts right now it's religion.
Following religion as a way of life to encourage fraternity between people, as a moral guidance in consonance with principles of natural justice and human rights is perfectly acceptable to me but the to and fro extremism and hate is bothering.

What you said is verbatim new atheism movement BS.

Atheism is actually the weapon to keep people enslaved and make a good army of worker bees. This is why West promotes new atheism and absolutely crushes religion especially which frees people from government/societal slavery. It’s why communists feel threatened and they use force.

Example of Andrew Tate comes to mind. He was OK when he promoted hedonism which is in line with governments enslavement and consumerism. But as soon as he accepted Islam, he became dangerous. He’s now unlawfully jailed without any reason for months.

Islam is especially a threat because Christianity and other religions have been changed at will and can be changed anytime. Neither do their followers follow it. But Islam is very resistant to change and hence not malleable to government slavery. Muslims make bad consumers.

Do the math and you get people like you who are fed new atheism BS.

 

[Novus ordu seclorum]

Balle Balle Maula Jatt, you didn't need to put laughing icon on my post. Allah is our Creator, not our Servant. I remember what you said about the Quran. I should add when humans reject faith in God they replace Him with idols or ideologies that you want them to serve you.