Basira Press Editor-in-Chief Visits Lebanon-Palestine Border, Triggers Hypersensitive “israeli” Occupier

In what is likely the most significant and life-affirming event in my entire short lifespan on this temporary earth, by the grace of Allah I was able to finally get as close to Palestine as I could get without selling my soul to the devil, thus betraying my own soul, my Prophet (S) and his pure progeny (a), and severely distancing myself from the mercy and approval of my Creator.

As a warning note to the reader, I had not intended for this article to become a miniature autobiography, but the significance of my visit to this wall, at least on a personal level, cannot be appreciated unless you take a walk in my shoes for a day and see my journey towards accepting Islam, and I hope this article is well worth the read and offers some benefit from learning from my unusual life path. The estimated read time according to this website’s automatic read time calculator stands at two hours, so please don’t let me feel like I have abused your time — by all means, if you feel like such a story may have some benefits and wisdom, find some time to read it that doesn’t burden your schedule and even read it in parts.

I was able to finally touch the dividing wall between Lebanon and occupied Palestine in May 2023, days before the cowardly and sadistic assassination of several noble and honorable Palestinian Islamic Jihad commanders in Gaza, which saw these commanders killed alongside their wives and children.

These men of God are not criminals, they are heroes for defending their land, their people, and their religion from racist, Satanic occupiers who have no mercy to anyone outside their “chosen” race. The naked barbarism and Luciferian characteristics of the Zionist occupation was exposed further by not only choosing to assassinate innocent men who are exercising their God-given right to self-defense and resistance, but also killing their innocent children in the process. Equally as noble and honorable has been the response, dubbed Operation “Revenge of the Free.”

The “israelis” shall not know a day of peace until they leave the land which they stole and return back to where they came from. They are actively participating in a military occupation and thus cannot be considered as “civilians,” as even their passive existence on stolen land is an act of violence, but they can simply return to where they emigrated from peacably without facing any legal measures after the fall of the Zionist regime. Only those who are more deeply involved in the occupation’s crimes should be withheld from returning to Europe or America or wherever, and held on trial by the new, sovereign Palestinian government (not the collaborationist so-called “Palestinian Authority” (PA)) and jailed and/or executed for their crimes, the punishment depending on the nature of the crime.

The rockets of the resistance are thwarting the so-called “Iron Dome” and “David’s Sling,” once touted as some of the most advanced air defenses in the world, causing “israelis” to run like cowards for their shelters in all parts of occupied Palestine, from “Sderot” near to Gaza all the way to “Tel Aviv.”

It warms my heart to know that I also played a very small role in removing the peace and comfort of the illegal, belligerent Zionist occupiers who rest in northern Galilee in their fancy houses overlooking south Lebanon.

During our visit to the border, a simple act of waving a flag and speaking words of truth in the face of earthly devils was enough to trigger the hypersensitivities of a snowflake occupier who came up to the fence to start shouting at us.

Alhamdulillah, we caught the altercation of this pathetic criminal on video and it is an honor to have ruined his weekend. They may have Big Tech and social media in their pockets so they can insulate themselves from the truth due to their insecurity and being allergic to the truth, but they cannot isolate themselves forever and eventually the truth will be hurled at their falsehood, even if it is a few simple servants of God waving a simple flag.

But before I get to the story of the centerpiece of my entire life, my visit to the Palestine border wall in Lebanon, I must explain why such an experience is so significant, powerful, and perhaps even slightly historic for this humble, insignificant author, at least on a personal level.

Allow me to take you on a [hopefully brief] journey through the story of my life so you can understand that touching my hand to the illegitimate separation wall between Lebanon and occupied Palestine is not something simple for someone like me, but rather is as significant to my life as the Hajj pilgrimage was to Martyr Malcolm X (ra).

I was born in the US to Ashkenazi Jewish parents. In the Islamic view, all children — regardless of ethnicity — are born pure in a state of submission to God, but their environment can either maintain, expand, perfect, and mature that purity, or it can totally erase it and corrupt them beyond repair. In my case, my potential was stunted by being pushed down a corrupt path due to being surrounded by nothing but lies.

Unlike most American Jews who are cosmopolitan liberals (ranging from the mainstream Democrat Party supporter to the “anti-establishment” radical liberal Trotskyite) who mask their racial supremacism behind the smiley face of “tolerance,” my father was among the minority of openly racist liberals (ranging from mainstream Republican Party supporters to hardcore “bomb bomb bomb Iran” genocidal psychopaths) who could be considered among the neoconservatives. Therefore, I grew up in an ardent pro-Zionist household. I grew up on Fox News, TV shows like 24, and all other assorted propaganda that would reinforce my supremacist worldview that would justify the unprecedented mass slaughter and suffering of millions of people around the world. This was especially cemented by the fact that — as someone born in 1991 — I grew up remembering the 9/11 false flag attack and its aftermath.

Despite the fact that neoconservative Zionists like my father would pretend to be the best friend of Christian Americans, with the myth of “Judeo-Christian values” (despite the fact that Jews reject Jesus — their Talmud goes as far as to say the Messiah is in hell in boiling excrement), in private his life was devoid of any kind of religious morality, due to the fact of their belief that since they are the “chosen” race, no matter what they do God will still love them. His favorite films, which he showed to my brother and I at way too early of ages, were R-rated and contained quite explicit immorality, such as the infamous American Pie film series in which the protagonist was played by a middle-aged Jewish actor Eugene Levy, whose role involved teaching young teenagers the art of getting girls to fornicate with them so they could reach their goals of losing their chastity before graduating high school. The evils of America and global Zionism are not just limited to genocidal wars of aggression or geopolitical subjugation, but includes the oppression against the human soul by spreading sins and corruption throughout society.

Thankfully, Allah SWT instilled in me a latent sense for truth-seeking in my late teens which developed both slowly and rapidly at the same time. I did not accept the religion of Islam out of some kind of angsty teenage rebellion just to spite my parents or my former religion, but rather because it is the truth. I do not hate my parents, rather I feel bad for them for wasting their human potential on such darkness, my father being the biggest example. Only Allah knows how much sabr (patience) I must endure in order to genuinely uphold my religious duties to be kind and respectful to my parents, from maintaining ties with them to even giving them advice on diet, lifestyle, and natural remedies.

If I was truly some kind of “monster,” I wouldn’t invest a single second of my time or energy into looking after their well-being. Anyone who assumes otherwise should have some shame, because perhaps if they were in my place, on the path of divine truth, and their parents abused them because of that, perhaps they would not have the same patience and would commit the sin of cutting ties with relatives and/or be very disrespectful and rude to their parents.

Additionally, the Islamic perspective on Zionism and Judaism is best outlined by Professor Amal Saad in her book Hizbullah: Politics and Religion. Whether the political system of Zionism or the distorted religion of Judaism is criticized, neither critique comes from a racialist perspective nor any other kind of irrational and/or unjust position.

Islam should not be held to account for the Europeans’ baggage, as the Europeans believed in racial/biological determinism, whereas Islam does not. In fact, even Catholicism did not but once Europe went totally secular, materialistic ideologies such as racism became even stronger in the social currents. To hold someone account for their race is irrational, since people cannot escape how they are born. But to hold someone accountable for their beliefs and actions is rational, because people can choose how they act and can even change how they act, making it escapable.

The Zionist regime is a military occupation of Palestine, and therefore armed resistance is legitimate and legal and is not due to what ethnicity the occupiers are; the response would be the same even if they are non-Jewish. Additionally, it is the academic right of the Muslim world to state that the original religion of Moses, whom Muslims believe in, and the original Torah which was revealed to him, have been distorted over time by the hands of corrupt clerics and this distorted religion has become modern day Judaism. This is not out of hate, but rather love for the Prophet Moses and the divine revelation which was given to him, which no longer exists today except for the fragment of untouched holy verses which are mixed in with man made verses inside the current Old Testament.

The Islamic worldview cannot be accused using any of the Zionist lobby’s typical slurs of “antisemitism” because the Islamic worldview does not ascribe to racism nor any other kind of irrational, arbitrary position. Additionally, Arabs are also Semitic and the majority of Jews today descend from the ruling clan of the Khazar empire of the Caucuses Mountains in Central Asia, who converted to Judaism over 1,000 years ago. Unlike my former co-religionists, I am not suffering from the mass delusion of thinking I descend from Semites who lived in Palestine over 2,000 years ago. I know I am zero percent Semitic and honestly there is nothing wrong with the Caucuses Mountains. They have a beautiful culture, which is why you see me wearing a cherkeska (Caucasian highlander traditional military outfit) in my photo on this website — no need to steal Levantine culture and cuisine from the Arabs and call it “israeli.”

As the Leader of the Islamic Revolution, Sayed Ali Khamenei, so aptly and simply explained, we are not against Jews as a people. We don’t think in terms of racialism or biological determinism. Islam is about justice, and to think in those terms would be naturally unjust and irrational. That is why the Iranian Jewish minority lives peacefully in Iran and are subject to the same laws as the non-Jewish majority, so therefore law-abiding citizens have normal, productive lives while criminals are subject to justice, with due process, based on their actions, not their race or denomination.

Iblis (Lucifer) was expelled from the ranks of angels in the heavens and sent to hell because he disobeyed God’s order to bow before Adam (as). Iblis was a jinn, not an angel, but his high level of divine knowledge allowed him to be among the ranks of angels. However, he was internally an arrogant hypocrite who only gained knowledge for the sake of showing off. Since God taught Adam more divine knowledge than Iblis knew in a very short period of time (compared to Iblis spending thousands of years gathering his knowledge), so Iblis couldn’t use an excuse to say that he was more knowledgable than Adam.

What excuse did Iblis use to justify his arrogant disobedience of God, despite claiming to be an ardent adherent of Him? He chose race. Human being is made of clay, while jinns like Iblis are made of fire. The material makeup of a living being, which the living being does nothing special to earn as it is a given from birth, was what Iblis used to measure himself against Adam. Therefore, racism is a Satanic inclination and anyone who believes in it is following the footsteps of Satan. Isn’t the idea that God favors one race over all other races, who are thus inferior to the “chosen people,” a copy of the great sin of Lucifer which transformed him into Satan? The irony is that both Jewish supremacists and white supremacists share the same exact worldview on this matter, they just differ on who is the “chosen” race. They can pretend to hate each other all they want, and act like the other perpetually persecutes them, but they are spiritually the same and so are made for each other.

I myself greatly revere those who have similarly come from Jewish backgrounds yet abandoned the distorted version of the religion of Moses (as) and stood firm on the path of divine truth, who do not deceive the masses by issuing lukewarm criticisms of some aspects of “israeli” policy without supporting the full liberation of Palestine by any means necessary, including armed resistance, and who do not censor controversial Zionist crimes like the 9/11 false flag. The late “israeli” Professor Israel Shahak, despite still considering himself a Jew, bravely condemned the entire basis of the Zionist regime in addition to exposing the truth about the teachings of the Talmud. Tali Fahima defected to support the Palestinian armed resistance before eventually converting to Sunni Islam. Edoardo Agnelli, whose father was the wealthiest Italian businessman (Fiat, Ferrari, Lamborghini, banks, construction, fashion houses, Juventus Football, etc) and whose mother was from the powerful Jewish-Zionist Elkann family (thus making Edoardo a Jew by Talmudic law on matrilineal inheritance), converted to Shia Islam and traveled to Iran where he prayed behind Ayatollah Khamenei, after which he was stripped of his multi-billion dollar inheritance (he was the only direct heir to the Agnelli family) and later on “suicided” by his own family.

Alhamdulillah, I am not alone in this journey and discovering these luminous personalities who abandoned an empire of lies in order to enter into the kingdom of truth with the Creator has definitely brought even more peace to my heart.

I grew up in a household whose politics was frankly genocidal and whose attitude towards women was that of objectification and dehumanization. Serving the nafs (ego, lowly self) was all that mattered, and being concerned with the affairs of humanity did not matter, because “goyim” (non-Jews) are subhuman according to the Talmud. Even though I didn’t know about the Talmud until later in life, such principles culturally permeate the collective consciousness of Jews so even the most passive person with little conviction from this demographic (such as myself) has some level of this racial supremacism.

The good thing is, if it is passive, then it is easy to undo, and all praise is due to Allah that my convictions in the racist worldview was so weak it was easy for me to let go of. Although, the best time to instill good values is during the first 14 years of a child’s life. After that, it is more difficult for them to go from good to evil and vice versa.

For a selfish, ignorant degenerate as myself, who openly considered himself an atheist, listened to Satanic death metal music, watched the most corruptive movies, and had no recognition of the humanity of the woman (due to the toxic culture I was raised in, both in my own home and in the Satanic, hypersexualized society around me) to entirely shed such a toxic past and be born anew is truly only the work of the powerful, yet merciful God. Many times I could have potentially died from drug/alcohol-related incidents or even remained “alive” but gone through life with a dead heart, so had I remained in the darkness I was in, I certainly would not be worthy of mention.

My first deviation from my father’s politics was when I discovered former US congressman and presidential candidate Ron Paul in 2009. My father forbade me from buying Dr. Paul’s books on grounds that he was an “antisemite.” Since I grew up in a non-religious household, my brainwashing wasn’t reinforced by further brainwashing by the Jewish religious centers, so I never knew the scriptural justifications for their racial supremacism or misogyny against women.

Allah instilled in me a thirst for truth that I didn’t even know was there. In the Holy Qur’an, He states that children must exhibit kindness and respect to parents, but if they try to prevent the child from the divine path (which includes truth-seeking and acting upon the truth), then they are to [kindly and respectfully] disobey such commands. I didn’t even know these verses — as I still was brainwashed to believe that Islam was evil — yet I guess this aspect of Islam was dormant inside of me. Naturally, I found a way to obtain these books without my father’s knowledge, if I remember correctly it was through Amazon instead of at the bookstore.

The 2008 election was incredibly divisive among my schoolmates and I felt weird having opinions that were based on nothing, as I had done zero research on any issues. There was nothing appealing to me about either political party, but Ron Paul stood out as someone who was honest and was a maverick, even though I didn’t really know about his beliefs. Once I read his books, what he said made a lot of sense to me even if I didn’t fully understand, it opened up the doors of my brain to critical thinking.

I quickly became a mainstream libertarian. My foreign policy views radically shifted away from my father’s view of wanting to bomb and invade every country on earth, but the mainstream libertarian view doesn’t hold such views out of humanitarian or moral reasons, but mostly out of utilitarian reasons. For example, the wars cost too much and we can’t afford it due to the large budget deficits of the US, or creating wars in the “Middle East” (an Anglo colonial term; its true name is West Asia) creates more terrorists as “blowback” (I had not yet learned about the Mossad & CIA’s role in manufacturing Wahhabi terrorist groups, which is much deeper and more sinister than simple “blowback”).

Once I graduated high school in 2010, I entered university and just out of wanting to try something new, I signed up for the radio broadcasting course. Since it was an internet radio station that no one listened to, they gave all students a weekly radio show, ranging from 2-3 hours, without any training or prerequisites. The only exception was that new students had to have a show with an experienced veteran so that we don’t mess up. I came up with the format for the show, and my student assistant was also like-minded. We both liked Ron Paul and we both liked similar music. It was an outlet for me to play all the worst music that makes people dumb, selfish, and docile but it was also an outlet for me to express independent political views that were outside the two-party political system of the US.

I didn’t take it seriously at first, but this eventually ended up becoming a vehicle of truth-seeking for me. The more I researched, the uglier the US government became in my eyes.

It was through this journey of truth-seeking that I went from doing radio as an experimental hobby in university to becoming an independent journalism. In fact, due to the Zionist control of the media, I believe that in order to be a journalist, one should not get a degree in journalism, as that is just a source of brainwashing, except for the few who have knowledge of how the world works beforehand to have the insight to gain the positives while discarding the negatives. However, the true essence of journalism is not the faux-neutrality of Zio-NATO mouthpieces like BBC, Mehdi Hasan, or other fork-tongued deceivers, but journalism is about seeking the truth, standing against the devils that spread corruption on the earth, and while doing so, making sure to vet the facts they state, correct themselves when proven wrong, and to internalize the wisdom spread by the family of the Prophet Muhammad (S), who said that saying “I don’t know” is a virtue.

This journey of truth-seeking, aside from making me into an independent journalist, eventually led me to discover Islam.

My changing views were still tolerable enough for my family since I did not yet strike the root of global Zionism and imperialism. Due to his liberal capitalist worldview, some of the libertarian policies were tolerable for him. The libertarian worldview is completely devoid of morality – it believes unrestrained personal freedoms should be the cornerstone of all policy, no matter if someone’s exercise of individual choice violates the rights of others or not. They claim to believe in a “non-aggression principle,” but end up blurring the lines as to what aggression actually is, especially in defense of corporations like Pfizer and Monsanto, or in support of the militant LGBT movement’s grooming of kids. The internet meme that libertarianism inevitably leads to pedophilia — because they say that child molestation is not aggression because children can “consent” — is literally true: Mikhail Svetov, the leader of the libertarian movement in Russia (who has ties to the Koch Brothers funded Cato Institute based in Washington, D.C.), was arrested in possession of child pornography, which comes as no surprise since he advocated for a radical reduction in age of consent laws.

However, at the time I did not know this, so libertarianism was the best that I could do based on the limited knowledge that I had, but luckily Allah had placed in my heart the ability to cut through falsehood in order to get to the truth, and have little attachment to falsehood so that I may easily let it go and move on.

After two semesters at this university, I eventually switched schools to one closer to my home in southern California which had a radio channel on the actual airwaves, and so it was regulated by the FCC. I had to take a prerequisite course, even though I had experience, and the whole atmosphere forced me to become more serious about what I was doing. The centerpiece of my show was interviewing different people, from my favorite musicians to politicians. On the side, I was volunteering for the presidential campaigns of Ron Paul and Gary Johnson in the 2012 Republican primaries, the latter of whom switched to the Libertarian Party.

While I now consider most of the alternative political parties to be controlled opposition, as the majority of US politics are just different competing flavors of godless liberalism, still the censorship of alternative political parties is indeed creepy. By 2012, researching the ties the Commission on Presidential Debates (a private company) has to US intelligence, the Federal Reserve, and major corporations, is quite stunning. A private company should not have control of political discourse. I began to see a darker side to the US government that mainstream libertarians do not see. Ironically, they are anti-government and many libertarians have very prominent anarchist leanings, but many of them will never say that the government is that evil, especially as many of them are atheists who will naturally deny the existence of a deeper, Satanic evil.

Additionally, I began to finally grow a heart and become humble as the human toll of US foreign policy began to crack open my cold, selfish worldview. I suddenly began to see myself as a member of one human family, rather than someone who is superior to the rest because I come from a Jewish background and live in the US. Allah was slowly shattering my entire world of falsehood so that I may be brought out into the light of truth.

In 2012, one of the interviews I conducted for my radio program unintentionally led to the discussion of the hidden cures for cancer. In particular, I had interviewed Rick Simpson who had used the essential oil of the cannabis plant to cure terminally ill cancer patients and other people with debilitating ailments. At the time, I was destroying my life with recreational marijuana use, so I have the learned experience to stand firm on the Islamic position which is wholly against the recreational use of drugs, but allows for the legitimate medical use of any kind of beneficial substance in a controlled environment.

I wrote a policy paper for Basira Press on the economic benefits of industrial hemp (which is non-narcotic and does not cause intoxication), in which I detail how the CIA runs the drug trade in the US and how they have intentionally cross-bred marijuana strains around the world in order to dramatically increase its potency by maximizing THC and minimizing CBD, which has led to so many health problems related to psychosis among chronic users.

Even as Islam accepts the legitimate medical use on a general level, those who would potentially find a cure in such a medicine should indeed beware of where they get their medicine in a post-CIA drug trade world and seek to find heritage strains that are much milder in its effects. Medicine can also be made from the industrial hemp flower which has no intoxicating effects, but similar medicinal effects as the marijuana plant. It is a complicated issue, but sadly at the time I did not yet arrive at the balanced issue on marijuana and bought into the libertarian talking points that believes that both recreational and medicinal should be legalized, and that even recreational use should be culturally normalized and not made into a taboo. I thank Allah for correcting my position and showing me the truth about the destructive nature of recreational drug use.

This led me looking into other research and documentaries on other potential censored cures for cancer. Some of them I was convinced of, due to the scientific evidence that exists for them reversing the metastasis of cancer, while others at least deserved to be looked into rather than brushed off. Needless to say, I was shocked that some people would be so evil to intentionally censor cures for cancer, and that a system currently exists in order to maintain this sick reality.

This was the beginning of an exponential journey that would end with me accepting Islam a year later.

From the censored cures for cancer led to other so-called “conspiracy theories,” which itself is a derogatory ad hominem slur popularized by the CIA in order to discredit critics of the Warren Commission’s cover up of the JFK assassination, which I would later learn was a dual effort of the Mossad and CIA for his opposition to the “israeli” nuclear weapons program and his internal battle with the intelligence organizations.

Issues like Monsanto/GMOs, fluoride in the tap water, and more were all shocking to me, but I was easily able to accept them because not only did they have solid scientific basis to back up their claims, but I was no longer under the illusion that the government “would never do that.” However, the root of the system that ties all these evils together was about to be placed under my nose by Allah.

Like other issues, the libertarian approach to the Federal Reserve is quite lukewarm. In order to justify their anti-government worldview, they will pass off the Fed as a government institution. What I learned in late 2012 is that it is a private cartel run by powerful dynastic banking families such as the Rothschilds and Rockefellers, the latter of whom are essentially the godfathers of the modern medicine industry mafia in the US (which spread across the world due to US soft power in industry and academia) and thus makes them tied to the hidden cures for cancer. The fractional reserve banking scam has enabled these few families to impoverish the world as well as to fund all these bloody wars and buy off any politician they need to buy off. It allows them to control both sides of the false dichotomy of the political debates of most countries, except for a few (namely, the countries they are trying to topple and invade).

Then came the Bilderberg Group, a secretive meeting of the world’s elites (except for a few countries; namely, the ones these elites want to topple and control) where the content of such meetings cannot be revealed. This was evidence of a practical mechanism whereby these various evil schemes are carried out, and this is only a meeting that is somewhat available to the public. Imagine the ones they don’t announce! It was shocking to learn that despite all these famous names coming under one roof to discuss global affairs, not a single media outlet even would admit to its existence, let alone cover it.

Naturally, the issue of 9/11 truth would come on my radar next. There is enough scientific as well as political evidence to suggest it is indeed a false flag and the buildings were brought down by pre-planted military-grade explosive devices in a highly-professional controlled demolition. The fact that there are so many cover ups, even the most low-hanging fruit like Building 7, smelled wrong to me.

Aside from researching direct sources such as scientific studies on GMOs or the 9/11 first responders’ eyewitness accounts of hearing multiple bombs go off in all three buildings prior to their free-fall collapse, I was watching the content of people who I thought were legit at the time, but later turned out to be suspect. Abby Martin turned out to be a radical liberal who endorses LGBT, condemned Russia for defending Donbass, defended the experimental Pfizer mRNA vaccines, and her brother Robbie is close with the liberal Zionist Trotskyite Eric Draitser who consistently insults the Islamic Resistance Axis and justifies regime change against Syria and Iran. There was also Luke Rudkowski, who also comes from a Jewish background but is not one of the sincere truth-seekers I mentioned above — he promotes a lot of disinformation, downplays the role of Zionism in these conspiracies, prior to the Trump movement he promoted a lot of New Age spirituality, then after the Trump movement he grifted on a lot of the alt-right issues. Rudkowski may have had a role in the mysterious death (possible murder) of the original We Are Change founder Dan Wallace, who lost his firefighter father on 9/11. Again, I didn’t know any better at the time (this is a recurring theme throughout my journey and my growth process, as you can tell) so people like them were the best that I could do at the time, and I cannot say that despite their falsehoods, I was able to benefit from the truths that they mixed in to their lies and half-truths.

When examining this information, I couldn’t help but notice that many of the people in this positions of power come from the same ethno-religious background as me. Whether Jewish or non-Jewish, I also noticed that all of these same people who are responsible for so much evil and wickedness on the earth (just on the political and military levels — I had not yet even arrived at the issue of them also spreading sin, vice, and corruption on the social level) all have one thing in common: their love and support for “israel.”

This also extended to Hollywood and entertainment. One day I was watching a “roast” (a public gathering where any particular person’s friends come to make fun of and insult said person) of a celebrity on the degenerate channel Comedy Central, currently owned by Paramount which is ran by Shari Redstone, the daughter of Sumner Redstone (original name Rothstein). I couldn’t help but notice that over 90% of all the celebrities who were part of this roast were also from the same ethno-religious background. I was beginning to see how the movie and music industry is complicit in the brainwashing of the masses, and how they would suppress and even murder certain artists who would use their talents to spread truth and wake up the masses. During my awakening is the first stage of when I started to slowly delete and throw away the awful Satanic music I used to listen to. This was a gradual process that started even before I accepted Islam.

While this was the toughest truth pill to swallow, because I have seen the immense suffering of people around the globe (honestly, at the time I had only scratched the surface of understanding both the material and spiritual suffering inflicted against humanity by these Satanic criminals — I understand a much greater extent of the global tragedy we are consumed in) and I want such tragedies to stop no matter what it takes, I was prepared to face any uncomfortable truths and not prefer my own well-being, or cater to the feelings and sensitivities of the groups I belonged to at the time. That is when my research into the issue of Palestine and Zionism began.

I was floored by the evidence and the conspiracy. First of all, the human toll was enough to break my heart. Then, the fact that the creation of the Zionist entity and its maintenance involves the same secretive, conspiratorial mechanisms such as the Bilderberg Group, the Commission on Presidential Debates (both parties answer to the powerful Zionist lobby, such as the infamous AIPAC organization), the 9/11 false flag, and more in order to secure its occupation over the Palestinian people. Suffering on top of suffering, yet they claim to be the kings of all suffering, when in reality they are the root of most of the suffering in the world along with their American partners-in-crime. Many familiar names came up, including the Rothschild family whose name was on the Balfour Declaration. I knew that this terrorist, racist entity was not something I wanted to be on the same side on.

Despite my quite elementary understanding of the issue of Palestine and Zionism, I still from the getgo was not afraid to address controversial issues that many liberal Zionist gatekeepers wish to censor, such as the Rothschild family.

Once the spring semester of my school came back and I was ready to start planning my radio show programs, I could not wait to slowly share this new information on my program. I started to report about these things.

Between having a sense of being one with the rest of humanity, which led to me feeling a sense of connection with those whom the groups I belonged to were responsible for so brutally oppressing, as well as seeing a very deep evil among the global elites that mainstream discourse overlooks, for the first time I began to have transcendental feelings beyond the pure materialism that was the basis of my atheistic worldview. At this point, my status could be described as a blank “spirituality.” Thank God I didn’t get sucked into these paganistic New Age movements, who abuse terms like “oneness” — a concept inherent to Islam and which the human heart yearns for in seeking nearness to the Creator, and thus a concept the misguiders abuse in order to lure humans into falsehood.

The music choice on my show began to shift and I began to start to listen to many revolutionary hip-hop artists, as hip-hop originally started out as the voice for the voiceless Afro-Americans after all their leaders had been shot, imprison, or subjected to CoIntelPro divide and conquer schemes. It had a revolutionary, political message that spoke often about deep issues. The Zionist controllers of the entertainment industry didn’t like this, so they bought it out and swiftly changed it to gangster rap which promotes vice, sin, immorality, materialism, murder, and ignorance. Conveniently they own stake in the private prisons which profit when there are more, not less, criminals in society.

Many of the original, politically-charged hip-hop artists — such as the legendary Public Enemy — had ties to the Nation of Islam and Minister Louis Farrakhan. Even many contemporary artists are either Muslim themselves or have respect for Islam. Through this music, the name and concepts of Islam would slowly start to pop into my life. Due to the issue of discovering the false flag attack of 9/11 — which around mid-2013 I had already discovered the “israeli” Mossad role, via the Dancing “israelis” incident which I had discovered due to a declassified document uncovered by Antiwar.com relating to an FBI investigation into one of their author’s reporting on the issue — I had realized that Islam was not evil, because the Satanic powers needed to orchestrate such a shocking and gruesome event in order to criminally slander rahmatul ‘alameen (the mercy unto the worlds): Prophet Muhammad (S). Once I realized who the real terrorists were, any mental barriers towards learning about Islam were smashed. However, at the same time I didn’t know what Islam was. I had discarded the negative, but I had not yet gained the positive.

These artists kicked me in the right direction, alhamdulillah. I had no idea what Muslims believed in, so when I heard Immortal Technique say “Jesus is the most quoted prophet in the Qur’an” I was floored. Technically, he is wrong – Moses is the most quoted prophet, followed by Jesus, but nonetheless I had no idea that Islam accepts all of the prophets, that they all come from the same line, preaching the message of the same God in more complete versions as each successive prophet deals with more complex social structures. If there is a oneness of God, then there is a oneness of the prophets. There are no Jewish prophets or Christian prophets — all prophets are of one single line and one single mission.

As a side note, I later found out that Immortal Technique issued a very offensive “both sides” condemnation of both “israel” and the armed resistance defending the people against the Zionist onslaught. It was a MySpace blog either during the 2006 July War against Lebanon or the 2009 war against Gaza. He seemed very legit on Revolutionary, Vol. 2 but perhaps due to its raw content, he was approached and sold his soul. Currently, his music manager is a Zionist Jew named Jonathan Stuart. Tech’s politics is basically Trotskyism but with the aesthetics of a masculine, rough-around-the-edges Marxist-Leninist guerilla warrior.

When I listened to his song “Cause of Death” from his last legit album Revolutionary, Vol. 2, which aside from dropping some truth bombs on 9/11, had the refrain of “save your soul, save your soul” over and over again, which really hit me hard. Honestly, all of the dark evils that I had discovered about the world was pretty depressing for me because I had just come out of my atheistic shell, accepted a metaphysical reality to the world, and was just starting to try to make sense out of all this evil and injustice. Is all this suffering in vain? I felt like it was time for me to save my soul. I felt like it was time for me to turn to the one Creator and humble myself before God.

That is when I started to think about Islam and the prophets. Sadly, in my naivety I sought information from people who want Islam to bow down to their egos and man-made -isms, such as libertarianism, whereby I asked questions to a group called Muslims for Liberty. Allah helped me by eventually leaving the falsehood of man-made -isms which these people had mixed in to the truth about Islam. Liberalism, of any flavor, is incompatible with Islam. Liberalism says to abandon God and submit to the ego, whereas Islam says abandon the ego and submit to God (wholeheartedly, not blindly). Such people pick and choose which parts of Islam to follow and then place their ego on the highest pedestal to replace all the aspects they don’t want to follow.

However, they were a small part of my journey and were the only Muslim people I knew at the time, given my various acquaintances in the libertarian movement. Although by this time, I was not a strict libertarian and was gaining the humanity and empathy that these Satanic ultra-liberals lack. Given that I am generally skeptical of false dichotomies, I didn’t go to the opposite extreme and become a Marxist, however I no longer held on to neocon positions regarding independent, non-aligned socialist states like North Korea.

I started to contribute what I could to the Palestinian cause. I supported the Al Awda Movement, as they were the first Palestinian organization I found out about. Alhamdulillah, that is a good thing since they are one of the principled organizations in the US working for Palestine, whereas the majority are actually liberal Zionist groups feigning care for the ongoing genocide of Palestinians and occupation of their land, as they simply wish to rebrand the Zionist regime with a friendlier face, reducing or even totally abandoning the apartheid practices — which are but one policy within the Zionist system of tyranny — if the occupation is maintained and even given longevity due to the PR deception they would achieve.

I had lots of materials and placards from different antiwar and pro-Palestine groups, so every so often I would go to a major public park or university campus with a foldable table I had — which was quite heavy but I carried it all by myself — and handed out these pamphlets for free. I did this on my own initiative without anyone telling me to do so. At San Diego State University (SDSU — not known for having the brightest of students, since they focus too much on partying, fornication, and dressing quite immodestly), I had once witnessed the campus “israeli” organization’s members running around the main square with “israeli” flags as capes around their necks, in response to the “Apartheid Week” activities which involved a giant model of the separation wall between Zionist-occupied lands and what remains of the West Bank. I was not yet aware of how the term “apartheid” is itself a liberal Zionist rhetorical trick, but it was the best I could do at the time given my low level of understanding then. I decided to retaliate. For Halloween — a horrible holiday based on black magic, but I had not understood that yet — I went to SDSU with a Palestinian flag as a cape and a Guy Fawkes mask, like the one Anonymous uses, since at the time I didn’t realize Anonymous was a Fifth Column of the US deep state and international Zionism, who are ideologically aligned with all the worst liberal Zionist NGOs and their fake news propaganda about Iran, Russia, Syria, etc., but again, that was the best I could do at the time.

A few weeks later, I went back dressed normally and a group of Muslim sisters came up to me and asked if I was the same person who wore the Palestinian flag. They asked me about my background, and I was honest about coming from a Jewish background, but I said that my heart is Palestinian. They asked me if I had ever researched Islam, to which I replied yes. They asked if I had ever read the Qur’an, and I said no, that was one thing I had not yet done. They asked me if I wanted a copy, and I said yes. They were from a campus dawah group and went to their office and came back with an English translation of the Qur’an.

After reading the first 4-5 Surahs, plus the final sermon of the Prophet (S) at Hajj (the Ghadir proclamation was of course left out, but I was ignorant of my own ignorance on that matter), I was absolutely floored. A light was shone upon my heart and as Shaheed Edoardo Agnelli (ra) put it better than I can, no human could have written such a thing without being fed these words from the divine Himself. So many different subject matters were covered in such a short amount of pages. From those which spoke directly to the human soul and created a feeling of spiritual ascension/enlightenment, to moral lessons, to history of past civilizations who had prophets/saints sent to them, establishing very sensible legal codes for dealing with disputes among the society, and foreshadowing the future of humanity, among other things.

One of the things that stood out to me was the rather frank recollection of the history of Bani Israel, who would later change their moniker to Jews, and how they failed in their responsibility to be the receptacle for divine teachings so that it may spread to all mankind, and instead kept it to themselves and instead falsely claimed that God is a racist who only loves one race over all others. God says that for their wrongdoing (i.e. their actions, not their race), which includes everything from taking usury to slandering the Virgin Mary to killing the prophets unjustly, most of them are cursed, but every time He says that, He always says that there are a few among them who do not fall into such a category due to their meeting certain criteria in their beliefs and actions, which means that He judges all humans based on their actions, not their race.

“Indeed the faithful, the Jews, the Christians, and the Sabaeans—those of them who have faith in Allah and the Last Day and act righteously—they shall have their reward from their Lord, and they will have no fear, nor will they grieve.”

Qur’an 2:62

This presented an opportunity to “save my soul,” so to speak. While I was not aware of the likes of Professor Israel Shahak, Shaheed Edoardo Agnelli, Tali Fahima, or Mordechai Vanunu, I honestly felt very alone and could not think of a single Jewish person who was enthusiastic about standing for the truth and justice without restraints. I felt like Allah was inviting someone like me, with as corrupt and sinful a background as mine (and in my ignorance at the time I did not realize how much in the darkness I was), towards His light and guidance. I knew then and there that the real religion of Moses was Islam, not Judaism.

Such a big decision necessarily weighed on me. My parents, especially my father, were already giving me a hard time over my political views, imagine if I put the icing on the cake by accepting Islam!

They invited me to a lecture on the campus about the afterlife, and even though the speaker was some mainstream Salafi, what he said really opened up the doorways for me to be certain that I wanted to accept Islam.

At the time, I didn’t have many friends. I could count them on a single hand and still have fingers left over. One of them was a drug addict who would buy cough syrup with an additive called DM which causes hallucinations when ingested in large amounts. I never partook in it, although I was a chronic marijuana abuser at the time. Due to what I had learned about the food and medicine system of the US, I preferred natural things, even in that which destroys my life like drug abuse. Alhamdulillah, I had even given up alcohol voluntarily before accepting Islam due to its absolutely destructive nature. I got sick of having pounding headaches which cause me to vomit.

This so-called “friend” never saw any positive aspects to the accomplishments I had made as a journalist (which were with the help of Allah, although there was some sinful content in my programs which I attribute to my own ignorance and internal corruption) and often criticized me for caring too much about the world and politics, saying I should just give it up and stop caring, just live my life. He often said this while high on drugs laying down on my couch or his couch, as if he was drowning in an ocean of stupidity and wanted to drag me down with him. I was often working on my radio show or things relating to activism, and much to my annoyance, such a person would disturb my sleep by locking himself in one of the upstairs bathrooms adjacent to my room and blast electronic dance music (I’m laughing out loud as I’m writing this given the absurdity) whilst high on Robitussin DM and proceed to draw sketches on pieces of paper and stick them to the walls, and of course then proceed to use glow-in-the-dark paint to add patterns to the walls, sink, and nearly everything else, as it would glow under the ultra-violet lamp he had, which I have no idea how harmful it is to gaze into that part of the electromagnetic spectrum especially while high on drugs. This would continue until 2AM at times, leaving me unable to concentrate on my work nor my sleep.

One night in December 2013, after all these events had happened in my nearly 22 years of life at the time, I was scheduled to go visit this destructive bad influence’s home. Allah instilled me the mental clarity and confidence to change my mind and abandon falsehood, and so I changed my plans. The sisters from SDSU gave my number to some brothers, and I told them a day or so prior I want to accept Islam. That same day I had plans to meet with Mr. Cough Syrup, they told me to come to the mosque.

I arrived and entered the masjid (Arabic for mosque). I don’t recall the subject of the sermon, but afterwards the brother who I had spoken to introduced himself and we spoke for a while, then some other brothers came over, all of different ethnic backgrounds wearing some sort of ethnic dress, came over as well. The first brother had a lot of similar views about me on the Zionist conspiracy to dominate the world as well as the corruption of health and medicine.

They suggested that we go to a restaurant to talk more, so they took us by car to a Somalian restaurant to grab some food. In the car they asked me if I was sure I wanted to do this, that this comes with responsibility. I said I am more than sure and I am ready to start my journey.

When we got there, we had some conversations. They asked me how I became knowledgable about world issues. I told them I researched a lot, but I primarily read books, followed many independent media outlets, as well as some official state outlets like RT and Press TV. As soon as they heard Press TV, the two brothers to the left and right of the third brother who were all sitting in front of me looked shocked, but the one in the middle (whose was dressed in what I think was traditional Afghani clothing) stuck his arms out sideways both ways as if to calm and reassure his friends, stating that they say some useful things, but they have an agenda. I had zero idea at the time that these guys were straight up Wahabbis — I myself knew about Wahabbism and its links to US and “israeli” intelligence and did not want to become one — and I also had zero awareness of the fact that the masjid we had just come from once had Anwar al Awlaki as its resident imam. In case that sounds familiar to you, that is the Salafist cleric who joined Al Qaeda in Yemen and was later killed by then president Obama in a drone strike, one of the first of its kind as it targeted an American citizen without due process (Al Awlaki held US citizenship). Later on, his children were murdered by both Obama and Trump. Without a doubt, Al Awlaki was a US asset, but perhaps his usefulness expired and they had to bury their asset before he uses his insider knowledge against his former paymasters. Therefore, it is no surprise that they would get startled by the mere mention of Press TV.

We cut to the chase and asked them what I need to do to accept Islam. They said it is very simple, it is a declaration of faith. They recited the declaration of faith and asked if I accept those things to be true and believe in them. I said yes, I do. It was then and there, totally unaware that this was in front of a bunch of Wahabbis, that I recited the shahada (declaration of faith) and accepted Islam.

We celebrated over some burgers, to which in my over-paranoid state asked if it was organic, because the elites are trying to depopulate us. Only Allah knew what kind of journey He had in store for me over these past 10 years since. Alhamdulillah that my upcoming ten year anniversary as a Muslim has been preceded by praying Eidul Fitr prayers behind the Leader of the Islamic Revolution as well as finally getting the closest I can ever go to Palestine without selling my soul to the devil.

The slow process of what Ayatul Kursi describes as Allah taking the believers out of darkness into the light fully commenced on that night. I went home after bidding farewell to the brothers and lo and behold, the car of Mr. Cough Syrup was in my driveway. I had canceled my plans with him, but he brought himself to our home to spend time with my brother. No one knew where I had been.

I went upstairs and started to watch videos on how to pray as a Muslim. I wanted to at least get the basics down of my obligations to the manifest reality which is Allah SWT, the infinite ever-living spiritual force that governs the physical and metaphysical worlds. If I believe in His existence and that He is with the truth, and He is not with those who choose to believe in and act upon falsehood and wickedness, then I should show my gratitude towards Him by reminding myself of His existence and paying homage five times a day. It’s the least we can do for all the blessings we get, from the food on our table to every single little mercy which we take for granted. As I was watching the video, I realized I did not want my parents to find out and had to think of a place where I could practice what I learned. I didn’t even know which way was qibla at the time. There was only one answer, and it was the most dreadful one.

As the sound of the electronic bass drum was thumping through the walls, I headed towards the den of ignorance to conceal my spiritual awakening. I open the door to find Mr. Cough Syrup making another meaningless hallucination drawing and perhaps my brother sitting against a wall silently doing nothing. Honestly, all the physically and socially damaging aspects of partying, it really is quite boring most times, it is only due to propaganda that people find such stupidity to be “fun.”

I don’t remember exactly, but I probably excused myself that I would be getting in their way, explaining that I accepted Islam and want to make sure I get the prayer right. Right there, in the middle of a bathroom surrounded by two drug abusers, I began my devotions to the merciful Lord who saved me from being in the same fate as most people who are from my generation. Perhaps my ikhlas (sincerity) praying in the bathroom was more pure in some ways than it is now, although ikhlas is truly tested through hardships, not through ease. Eventually I left the bathroom and prayed in my room with the door closed.

I tried to hide it from my family for as long as I could. I didn’t hide the Qur’an that was on my desk, but I didn’t think that the correlation would be made. After I went out of the house for Jummah prayers (these Wahabbis told me that if I intentionally miss Jummah prayers three times in a row without a valid excuse, I become a kafir), it seemed like unusual behavior for me to leave the house on a Friday without saying where I was going. Eventually, my mom asked “are you a Muslim now?” to which I replied, “yes.” My father was in the same room and heard my affirmation, and he said under his breath “I’m going to run away from home.” It wasn’t just bad enough for me to have become anti-Zionist about a year prior, but becoming Muslim was unimaginable.

My nightmare began after that. It was a true test of my faith. Sadly, because the Wahabbis would teach me about little things that I shouldn’t do to avoid becoming a kafir, they did not teach me anything about akhlaq (morality, etiquette) or aqeeda (creed, beliefs). I still had to improve my character through akhlaq and I still needed to abandon my liberal, moral relativist brainwashing but these “brothers” did nothing to aid me, so when it comes to the akhlaq about respecting parents and being kind to them, I unfortunately had some bad akhlaq when it came to heated arguments when my parents, mostly my father, began attacking me, psychologically torturing me, threatening to kick me out of the house, and financially blackmailing me. From 2009-2011 I worked for my father’s company as a sales agent to pay off my university expenses, which eventually went away once I left my first university and went to the much less expensive local college with no dorm expenses. I would get commission continuously from any lead I generated, but a contract was never signed and I just had to bank on his word. That lack of formality became a tool to withhold from me my own income.

From time to time, whether when I had become only anti-Zionist and then after accepting Islam, he would pick fights with me. “How could you be Muslim, you’re a Jew!”, he said. I don’t remember my exact responses, and my understanding of how Judaism is the distorted version of the original religion of Moses, who did not refer to his faith by the namesake of Judah, the wicked brother of Prophet Joseph, was not something that Allah had guided me to yet, nor were the very controversial and ungodly teachings of the Talmud. I responded with as best as I could at the time, but not only was my knowledge lacking, but my akhlaq too. Not only could I have responded with better content and information to destroy his weak arguments and slander, but I could have done so with mannerisms that itself would be an argument, that no matter how mean he got that I would do my best to hold back my anger and not stoop to the same level.

Since he had accompanied me to some libertarian events some years ago before I could legally drive on my own, he had a few friends he met there. Libertarians are notoriously anti-Islam and many are pro-Zionist. Even among those who say they want to end foreign aid, it is not out of being anti-Zionist but about saving money. He brought one of them over to our house before I accepted Islam, but when I was anti-Zionist and had made an oath to wear a Palestinian kuffiyeh (patterned scarf) every day until the liberation of Palestine. They both started to mock me and repeat their nonsense, and sadly my elementary knowledge on the issue opened up weak points. At one point my father said “there’s no such thing as Palestinians, they are all Jordanians.” Had I known what I know now, I would have said “okay, fine but Ashkenazi Jews like you are not Semites, they are all descendants of the ruling clan of the Khazar Empire from the Caucuses Mountains who converted to Judaism.”

He is certainly not in a position to claim any kind of morality or superiority as an adulterer, a genocidal racist, and as someone who had exposed his own children to highly sexualized films at the impressionable young ages of 9 and 10. To strike back at his false claim to morality, I would point out that the brands he sells would not exist had they not killed a bunch of innocent people in Palestine to make way for their factories, or slaughtered innocent Iraqis in order to get petroleum to make the ingredients for their products.

At the same time, I was still trying to gain experience for my resume, which often involved me doing volunteer work for political organizations, making the financial blackmail pressure difficult as I did not have an alternative source of income. I was never totally cut off, but there was definitely tightening as well as psychological warfare.

Going to the mosque to reform myself and become a decent human being was problematic and reason to put pressure on me, but when I was a degenerate, lazy, good-for-nothing death metal musician with no aim in life other than to drink alcohol and do drugs, that was all perfectly fine and enabled by them. Straight out of the Twilight Zone. Vice is virtue and virtue is vice.

Speaking of my hedonistic past, I used to collect the t-shirts of my favorite Satanic metal bands. I had several drawers filled, and for some of my favorites, I found historical shirts online which were more expensive. After I accepted Islam, I thought about what to do with such a collection. I no longer wanted to wear such shirts with graven images, some of them openly mocking and defying God Himself. Alhamdulillah for being woken up out of this wicked hypnosis. My nafs said that if you don’t want to wear them, at least give them to charity because you would be wasting clothing that could clothe other people. However, my conscience said no, these are graven images which corrupts the hearts and minds of whoever views it.

Like the metaphor I stated earlier about cutting through falsehood to get to the truth, this was not only metaphoric but literally true for the solution for the vile t-shirts I had. I took a pair of scissors and cut 99% of them to bits. Due to the thick cotton fabric, it was a bit difficult physically, just as it is difficult spiritually to overcome bad habits and addictions, but with the help of Allah, I did it. I cut each shirt to bits and then threw it in the trash. Only a few shirts of bands who had a positive/political/pro-God message in their music, I kept to sell on eBay so that perhaps the ones with positive messages can overpower the negative ones, an early incarnation of my firm belief in using art as a form of soft war against the Satanic powers.

After hearing a hadith that one of the best forms of jihad (struggle) — a word that has been greatly slandered by the Zionist media’s propaganda, much to the loss of humanity who does not struggle against their lowly sinful desires as well as against the Satanic tyrants who treat them as subhuman — is to speak a word of truth in the face of a tyrant, I decided to take on the local government of the California town in which I grew up in by putting my name in the race of the first-ever directly-elected mayoral election (the mayor was elected by council appointment prior).

I still had not legally changed my name yet, so I was running under my birth name (Alex Fidel). Additionally, I was not open about my faith or that it was motivating me to stand against the Pharoahs of the time, no matter how small.

Early on, I arranged a protest outside of city hall with antiwar activist Cindy Sheehan, who was well-known for standing against the US government after her son was killed in the Iraq invasion and in the 2014 election was running for governor of California. It was in reaction to an event which occurred in 2013, in which a young man who had some domestic problems with his family related to drugs, was reported to have allegedly stolen a car. From what I recall, it was possible that his parents called the police to say he was driving a stolen car in hopes that he would be arrested and thus reformed, perhaps through rehab, although I could be wrong. In any case, he allegedly fired at the police with a gun after either he or the police threw a smoke grenade.

Given that the police all belong to a Satanic, paganistic Masonic fraternity known as the Fraternal Order of Police, they are always out to cover for each other, even if that means lying. The police claim they were injured, but we cannot verify such claims. The man escaped in his car and cordoned himself off in his parents’ home. This was an excuse for the city, which contracts through the county sheriff’s department, to bring out their new paramilitary equipment including a giant armored vehicle. As a side note, there is some evidence that Bill Gore, the man who was the sheriff at the time having some complicity in the 9/11 false flag by overseeing the Saudi patsies hired by the Mossad and CIA to serve as the fall guys for the pre-planned demolition of the towers.

The armored vehicle and a hoarde of heavily armed SWAT soldiers surrounded the house of this young man who, if he was indeed armed, was lightly armed at best. They eventually stormed the home and according to the official story, he committed suicide. Given the Masonic fraternity the police are bound to, they often prefer revenge to justice, and we do not know if they had potentially killed him out of such vengeance and covered it up as a “suicide.” This was a dangerous escalation that the average person just passed up and did not make any noise about. Given my Islamic inclinations to stand against the deep evil that permeates through society, I decided to make noise about it.

The protest happened, and thankfully some random people came out in response to join in support of it. We rented portable speakers to give speeches. Just as it was about to begin, Councilmember Tony Kranz pulled up in his Toyota Prius. He is a white liberal and member of the Democratic Party. While he had not announced his intentions to run in the same election as me, in hindsight I’m sure he was planning for it at the time. He finally got his wish, in 2022 he was elected mayor. He got out of his car and since we were in front of the front entrance, he took the back entrance.

Since I had some experience with activism at the time, I figured a protest with no aims was pointless. It needed to be coupled with action to be truly holistic and effective. Therefore, we brought two ordinances with us that we wanted to submit to the city council to vote on and ratify. One was on the refusal to accept militarized equipment for the police and the other was to ban the use of surveillance drones over the city’s airways. After we had asked to speak to Councilmember Kranz, his assistant informed us that he was busy or something and that they would just accept the paperwork we had come prepared with. The city clerk officially stamped the ordinances and considered it officially submitted to the council for review and consideration.

The local ABC news crew covered all these events and aired it on live television. As further proof of the media’s collusion with arrogant officials, from local to federal, they participated in Kranz’s attempt to distract from the subject at hand and transform it into a personal attack against me, accusing the whole thing of being a campaign stunt. Even though I had not known of Imam Hussain (as) at the time, rest assured his speech towards the army of Yazid, in which he declared he was not uprising against tyranny for any worldly gain nor power nor fame, was similar to my motivations, although to not as pure of an extent as the holy Imam who is the pinnacle of sincerity. The irony is that they dismissed the idea of the police becoming militarized while showing footage from the 2013 incident which clearly showed paramilitary equipment. Hopefully smart people across San Diego were watching and catching the inconsistencies of their lies and cover ups. That wasn’t the only cover up, as ABC further used the footage of us walking into City Hall and waiting for the council assistant to come and inform us if they would have a meeting with us or not as a means to lie and say we had foolishly walked into an empty building and no one was there to hear us out. In reality, that cowardly white liberal fox Kranz was in the building after he took the backdoor to avoid dealing with us. ABC colluded with him or the entire council in order to smear this event and dismiss the fact that they get these paramilitary toys as part of Department of Homeland Security (DHS) grant money allocated to localities as part of the PATRIOT Act.

I regret many of my political positions at the time, as I was still very liberal and somewhat anarchistic, given my recent departure from libertarianism. I did not yet understand the false dichotomy on the issue of policing, between the racist liberal “thin blue line” police apologists to the radical cosmopolitan liberal “abolish the police” anarchists. That is just one example, but on many other issues I was not yet fully matured, but it was the best I could do at the time given my intention to seek the truth to the best of my limited ability and abandon any previously held thoughts or positions if they are proven to be out of line with reality, and all guidance and power belongs to Allah.

If I could re-do it, I would have taken inspiration from the godfather of the Islamic Resistance in Lebanon, Imam Musa Sadr, who had an immense unifying relationship between Muslims and Christians.

While I don’t really believe in entertaining the idea of being a part of a Satanic system like the US government, I am not totally against using the platform of an electoral campaign to spread revolutionary and godly ideals to a godless society, because while it is not likely that such a candidate would win an election, they have a public platform to be able to speak directly to the masses and present ideas they are usually forbidden from hearing, but they must have a pure intention of a revolutionary, not as someone who wants to put on a face and play nice with the system, like so many so-called “Muslim” politicians do (from Ilhan Omar to the entire city council of Hamtramck, MI, whose religion is really Pfizer, Ukraine, liberalism, and moral relativism), and they certainly should not graft the ideologies of Republicans, Democrats, libertarians, anarchists, radical liberals, Trotskyites, or any other man-made political current (which are just different flavors of liberalism) onto their own political thought, while still being able to be relatable to the masses and understanding the local problems of the constituency you are speaking to.

Early on, based on the example of Imam Sadr, I would have made connections to the churches (at least not the ultra-liberal ones, nor the pro-Zionist neocon ones) – and I would have snubbed the synagogues subtly. I would have befriended the fire department, and suggested to reroute funding for police militarization into their budget, as well as to drug rehabilitation centers, and that the Christian and Muslim leadership should be involved with the rehab centers to address the social, spiritual, and economic problems that lead to people turning to the scourge of drugs to attempt to mask the pains caused by their problems, thus addressing the root issue of escapism.

As someone who grew up around the city’s youth, I know how big drug abuse affects peoples’ lives and leads to unimaginable tragedies, not the least of which is death by overdose, but including the social problems that happen when people are still living, from domestic violence to rape to other crimes, let alone the oppression against the soul by distancing oneself from God. I would have also offered a solution to policing without taking either the racist liberal or cosmopolitan liberal position on the issue, by proposing a ban on membership in the Masonic FOP, retraining for officers so that they do not view the people as an enemy on a warfront, and de-escalation tactics without making them weak in front of actual hardened criminals, such as human traffickers and drug traffickers. The main problem is that the CIA and the Jewish mafia are the main drug dealers in the US, so going after the small kingpins doesn’t make a dent until the deep state is indicted and brought down, and that can only happen when the US empire and US dollar reserve currency status falls.

Instead, people who have minor amounts of drugs and aren’t even dealers get arrested and sent to prison, instead of to rehab (since the scourge of drugs are a health issue that prison worsens), while the Zionist media via Hollywood promotes mixed messages that drugs are cool and fun, enticing people to break the law and seek escapism through sin and vice. As a Muslim and an illiberal, naturally I support law and order, but I am against tyranny. The Muslim position on policing is also in such a balance – we are not anarchists, and as we have published on Basira Press, various flavors of radical liberals/leftists in the west (anarchists, Trotskyites, Karl Popperites, Frankfurt School, etc) were all bolstered by the CIA in the mid 1900s in order to make them into a Fifth Column of the Anglo-American liberal empire and they still act as a Fifth Column. Therefore, our position on policing should be reformatory, not abolitionist. As a reminder, anarchists are the same Fifth Column standing with the Zionists and US empire against Iran for making proper use of police to crack down on Mossad-backed rioters who pop up every few years, the most recent being in late 2022.

With that said, it would be hard to govern as a Muslim with alcohol in the society, among other vices prevalent. However, given that the society is non-Muslim, I cannot enforce Islamic law, but I could work with the main Christian population to implement that which is commonly agreed upon by both. That is where making inroads with churches would come in handy, as at first we could lead a massive cultural campaign against alcohol use (for Christians, no alcohol outside of Church mass and for Muslims, never) both among consumers and sellers.

We work to change the collective consciousness on it by taking out ads as well as visiting various families as well as business owners who sell the Satanic poison. Eventually, we rescind all licenses to sell alcohol in the city while increasing the penalties for public drunkenness, DUI, and domestic violence while under the influence. Any taxes collected from alcohol that go to the city would be split between cultural activities and rehabilitation clinics. We would involve the Nation of Islam in our rehab programs, since they have a rehab turnaround rate that is better than most mainstream programs due to addressing the spiritual and socio-political side of alcoholism.

What could I do though, I was very immature and Allah preferred for me to gain wisdom slowly through a myriad of interesting life experiences, rather than it coming easy all at once. At the time, my politics were a mix of Ron Paul and Ralph Nader; a mixed bag of both good and bad/cringe positions, I’ll admit. However, it was the best I could do at the time. At the very least, I got to end the most popular and prominent mayoral debates by saying “free Palestine and end the wars on Syria and Iraq.” My website’s endorsements section had a Palestinian flag on it, with which I wrote on top “proud to not be supported by AIPAC.” Additionally, my website publicly noted that I had endorsed the ballot initiative in New York to launch an independent investigation into the collapse of World Trade Center Building 7.

Despite my imperfect political views, it was the spirit of what I was doing that was far more important, for it was like Moses standing against the Pharaoh or Jesus standing against the Jewish elites (Pharisees and Sadducees). Honestly, having such views given my young age and relatively short amount of time spent truth-seeking and researching a myriad of different issues is not bad, considering the fact that some people spend their whole lives reading and researching only to wind up as a carbon copy of the liberal Zionist Noam Chomsky (now a confirmed friend of pedophile Mossad spy Jeffrey Epstein) as the pinnacle of their evolution. All praise is due to Allah that such political views were my beginner phase and not my pinnacle!

Just as I would branch out to churches and build a coalition of families, I would at the same time not rely on liberal hippies. Aside from the fact that their ideology ends up feeding into imperialism, just with a smiley face instead of openly racist/Islamophobic rhetoric because they are ideological students of Leon Trotsky and the godfather of “open society” ideology Karl Popper, as far as actual organizing they are totally useless since they spend most of their days on drugs, fornicating, or dancing at gay bars. They will never be motivated or disciplined enough to mobilize for any important issue, except for the few issue that Soros tells these robots to care about, such as abortion, LGBT “rights,” or putting on masks to join antifa violent riots against small businesses while leaving the big banks and Federal Reserve untouched. Part of my campaign failure is that I relied too much on liberal individualists, when families are the backbone of society.

Still, the idea of running for office in the US is complicated because your permission to govern comes from the US government, so if a Muslim does not have a revolutionary approach to defy the federal government within their 9th and 10th amendment legal rights (since Islam forbids imposing Islamic law on non-Muslims, values that are in congruance with Christian values would have to be pursued in the most general sense which the majority of God-fearing Christians would agree to), then they have accepted the Satanic American government as their wali.

Additionally, I would have probably run for office in a different area of the county where there are more poor and deprived people, since they would be more receptive towards controversial issues. The deprived are also more socially conservative, as social liberalism and sexual perversion is something reserved for the bourgeoisie and lumpenproles. However, that’s only if the situation would allow me to govern without compromising my Islamic values, which includes both not bowing before the Satanic US government while at the same time not imposing Islamic law on the people.

Due to such sensitive criteria, I would most likely not find a suitable situation that would justify running for office, and therefore with my current understanding of the world and of my relationship with my Creator, I would not run for office within the US system. Even though the goal would not be to get elected, but rather to use the campaign as a public platform to educate the people and to strike fear in the hearts of the godless tyrants who are allergic to the public exposure of the truth, still it is better to use such energy where there is fertile ground for such a movement.

Due to the destruction of the God-centric family unit, society as a whole is so disorganized and undisciplined. On top of that, one facet of American social philosophy is extremist individualism, which makes American society so splintered and atomized that there is no one unifying cause or ideology that can unite people to contribute towards a massive systemic change in the system. The only thing that unites the people is the belief in following their ego and carnal desires, and supporting a legal system which grants them unlimited personal “freedoms” to be able to follow such lowly, self-destructive pursuits.

That is why, to safeguard me and my family’s faith as well as avoid living under the wilayat of a Satanic government, I have been in voluntary exile from the US since 2019. All praise is due to Allah for giving me many other outlets to educate the people and for giving me a family which is the bedrock of society, which can contribute towards a greater social movement that will bring about a divine government on earth. The Islamic movement is a cohesive movement because of its central cause that unites the hearts of the believers and the fact that we have strong families which makes us focused and disciplined, since we don’t just chase around our lowly desires all day like zombies.

If a Muslim is to present themselves in the public, especially when it comes to public service be it in the west or the east, they should present as best an image as they can of Islam, without faking it or pretending as if they are pristine with no flaws, especially as humility and transparency in the face of shortcomings is appreciated by the public. This not only includes actions and words, but also physical appearance.

I wish would have had a better physical presentation, because Muslims should present themselves as nicely dressed and physically fit, first in front of Allah and then to put a good name for Islam to the people, especially as the Ahlul Bayt (as) stress for the believers to have good presentation, without being flashy nor arrogant.

I had long hair at the time, which is not necssarily bad as many irfani (gnostic) Muslims also have long hair, from all the actors in Iranian TV series’ about the prophetic period (Prophet Joseph, Jesus the Messiah, Mukhtar Narrative, and even the epic Muhammad: Messenger of God), but my other problem was my incredibly long beard.

For the anti-militarization protest in January 2014, I had shaved my beard to look professional and presentable. When I visited the masjid that same week, the Salafi bros scolded me, saying that it is okay since I didn’t know, but if I do it again, I’m a kafir.

Now, I love having a beard and think men should have beards as a sign of our masculine spiritual traits that Allah has endowed us with, and I do not like shaving, and I have not shaved my face since, but to leave a beard unkempt and scraggly is also just as bad.

In the noble Ja’fari school of thought, a beard should only be as long as if you were to hold it in your fist, any longer should be cut so that it is flush with the bottom of your hand. Additionally, shaping and removing the excess growth that occurs beyond the 90 degree intersection of the jaw and the neck should be shaved to create a neat line, the same goes for what crawls up the face towards the eyes. I didn’t do any of that because of the misguidance of the Salafi bros. The longer it grew, the more it itched like crazy, and while applying natural oils like olive oil can fix the dryness that causes it, still it looked bad.

Yet in spite of all that, many people still took my ideas seriously, since I had become more mature and the religion of Islam was the catalyst that was constantly, steadily progressing my personal growth.

However, I wish I had also promoted the image of the family man in order to counter the war against the family, which I was not too aware of yet. I had not still been exorcized of the spiritual poison that libertarianism had put in me regarding the pervert community (aka LGBTQP), and I still was in denial about how the sexualized movies I was shown at a young age was a form of child abuse, which is a typical psychological defense mechanism for any victim of sexual abuse, be it physical abuse or simply visual abuse by showing imagery that someone at that age should not be exposed to. Therefore, I did not recognize the importance of the family yet. Had I did, I would have loved to have been married by the time things kicked off in the campaign in order so that the people may take example.

However, the Wahabbis misguided me on that too. Whenever they discussed the issue of marriage, they said it would be nice if I would get married, but it is way too difficult with someone like you, so you probably shouldn’t try. What kind of advice was that for a young man who was trapped in the darkness of sins?

While Allah, all praise is due to Him, protected my chastity by making any attempts at extramarital relationships fail (against my own will, of course; His will is always more wise, better, and purer in the face of our stubborn ignorance), and alhamdulillah I never was a Sodomite either (a’oothu billah), there are other sins that young men can get drowned in without having to commit the above mentioned sins. This was like a condemnation to the hellfire for me.

In hindsight though, it is for the best, as my life would have been a nightmare had I discovered Shiism while being married to a Salafi woman. God forbid they try to convince me to go and join ISIS or Nusra in Syria while I have already come to the conclusion that those groups are being funded by Mossad and CIA and that I would never align myself with the Zionists and the Satanic American empire.

ISIS also spawned out of the hellfire into existence in this same year. I had already known about Mossad and CIA support for these terrorist groups in the past, but when it jumps into the present and becomes relevant to the contemporary times, it becomes much more real.

At the time, I had not yet been open about my faith. Only a few people on social media and in close circles knew about my faith, but even then I was quite passive about speaking about it. For the better, while many converts may want to defend their faith, it is better to be more quiet earlier on as we learn the religion, its beliefs, and many issues, before we speak on it, otherwise we will not be able to defend it properly due to lack of knowledge and experience, and also at the same time humility is a virtue and we should only speak to the extent which we have merit to do so.

However, the issue of ISIS, and knowing they are a direct result of the Mossad and CIA supporting the Free Syrian Army (FSA) and Jabhatul Nusra terrorists in Syria made me realize there is a gigantic war against Islam, not just by killing our people and invading Muslim countries, but by slandering the noble and holy name of Islam through false flag terrorism and support of Wahabbi terrorists.

From the time of the illegitimate birth of ISIS onwards, I began to be skeptical of the community I was a part of, but alhamdulillah not of Islam itself. By then, I had known these guys were Wahabbis, and I did not want to roll with the Zio-American Frankenstein version of Islam. I stopped attending their programs, and only went to Jummah prayers to avoid “becoming a kafir.”

One day in the summer of 2014, I find out that one of the declared candidates for mayor, the Republican candidate (some blonde lady), had an appearance on television. Since this channel operated over the public airwaves (usually the first 10-15 channels), despite its private ownership it is subjected to FCC laws. Thanks to my experience in university on a radio station that aired on actual radio, I myself was subjected to FCC equal time laws for interviewing candidates when I had interviewed every candidate in the Libertarian Party presidential primary in 2011-2012. The law requires that if a program on a channel that operates over the public airwaves hosts a candidate actively campaigning for an election, they are required to give time to all other candidates in the race (if the candidate themselves calls in to request an appearance) and that the interview must be comparable in length and must be in the same day and time slot afforded to the other candidate.

I called the TV station to make use of these rights, because in a partisan election, the TV and radio stations are only required to air interviews with the Republican and Democrats (alternative parties are not covered by this law, conveniently), but since this was a non-partisan election, I did not face such censorship by the two-party tyranny. They tried to make excuses as to why they wouldn’t have me on, but after pressure and saying that if they did not afford me my legal rights I would report them to the FCC, they conceded and invited me on to the program. While I obviously have matured a lot in many of my views and would have said things differently, for the time being it was the best I could do, and at the end I trolled them by quoting a joke from the late comedian Bill Hicks on the illusion of the two-party system. I had subtly hinted at the Zionist control of politics by having two pencil puppets, one with a picture of Hillary Clinton with Netanyahu, and the other of Jeb Bush (who was slated to be the GOP candidate before the Trump surprise upset took storm).

After the program aired, some viral alternative media website published the video archive I had posted on my own YouTube channel of the interview, and it went massively viral for the next few weeks. It currently stands at 81K views.

A lot of people were adding me as a friend on Facebook. I was less strict with my additions (though I still didn’t add every random person), and used lists to hide personal content to strangers. One person in particular took notice of my occasional Islamic content on my personal profile, so he messaged me to ask if I was Muslim, to which I replied in the affirmative. His name was a normal name, of an Italian-American background. He informed me he was also Muslim. Neither of us had changed our names publicly – it is not required in Islam to change your name publicly nor privately, it is a choice.

Arabic is a holy language with a certain metaphysical and ethereal reality, so to change one’s name is not to Arabize oneself but to adopt a name with spiritual dimensions, not just earthly ones. I didn’t want to change my name early on, but some of these Salafi bros poked and prodded at me until I thought about it, but ultimately the decision was my own and not due to their pressure.

I figured that I want my name to reflect my soul, and that while I converted to Islam out of truth-seeking and not to spite my parents nor rebel against them for the sake of rebelling, I did want a clean slate from them, so I had changed my name to Ali, because it was closest to Alex, and Salaam, because I stood for peace — a real peace preceded by truth and justice, not the fake peace espoused by cosmopolitan liberals and even many of these “antiwar” radical liberals — while the Qur’an states that the wicked among the Jews are makers of war. Meanwhile, the Zionist media projects their own warmongering onto Muslims by lying about what certain verses of the Qur’an actually mean. In reality, Muslims cannot use force immorally, mostly in self-defense against hostile peoples. The only context for aggressive action is as military strategy for battles within the war against the aggressors, but the hostile peoples are always the ones to make the first aggression by persecuting and making war against the believers. We are not the ones to start conflicts with anyone, especially for those not actively persecuting our faith on a systemic level.

سَلَامٌ قَوْلًا مِّن رَّبٍّ رَّحِيمٍ
‘Peace (salaam)!’—a watchword from the all-merciful Lord.

Holy Qur’an, Surah Ya-Seen (36), Aya 58

However, my Facebook name did not reflect this internal change.

This brother was very astute on the same issues as I was relating to the global Zionist conspiracy against mankind. He asked me if I had ever heard of Imam Ali (as). It didn’t sound familiar to me, although I had at times heard the word Ali associated with Shi’a, but I also didn’t know what Shi’a meant. I just heard these Salafi bros use the word in a derogatory sense in conversation, such as “Shi’a trash.” He sent me the following quote:

“Do not let your difficulties fill you with anxiety, after all it is only in the darkest nights that stars shine more brightly.”

Imam Ali

By itself this quote was quite profound, let alone the fact that it was presented to me by Allah at just the right time when I was in manifold darkness. Throughout all this time, the tension between me and my family was not any better, perhaps worse as I ran away from home at least once in 2014, going to the house of a colleague from an organization I had volunteered at, as they were the only one who I asked who had the capacity to host me, and I stayed there for about a week. Also, I was estranged from the Salafi community to the point where I felt like I was wandering around looking for the true light of Islam that I felt when I first read the Holy Qur’an. I felt like it was just me against the whole world at the time and that I didn’t have anyone but Allah SWT.

I suddenly researched Imam Ali. Once I realized the immense beauty of his akhlaq, his faith, his closeness to the Prophet (S), the fact that the Prophet would choose him to marry his only daughter Fatima (sa), and that in the final sermon of the Prophet at Ghadir, in the middle of the hot desert after an exhausting Hajj pilgrimage, he stops everyone to tell them that “for whoever I am their mawla (guardian — which implies rulership and governance), Ali is their mawla.”

Mawla is derived from the word wali and wilaya, which means guardianship in the context of rulership, governance, and statecraft. It does not mean “friend.” This poor translation into the English language has enabled the Zionist media to present Islamophobic narratives that Muslims cannot have Christians and Jews as “friends,” when it really means we cannot have them as authoritative guardians with the power of governance over us. It does not mean we cannot have them as personal friends and companions.

Additionally, I found that the children of Ali and Fatima, Imams Hasan (as) and Hussain (as), were brutally suppressed by corrupt regimes which had usurped the seat of Islamic rule after the demise of the Prophet. From seeing how the US government and the Zionists assassinate people who they don’t like around the world, even within their own soil (such as Martyr Malcolm X), I knew that the truth is with those who are martyred at the hands of a tyrannical power. I knew then and there that this was the Islam I had always wanted to find once I saw the light of the Qur’an. This same light was with the Ahlul Bayt as the two are inseparable.

Despite various fears I had of Wahabbi/Salafi physical violence in case they found out I had become Shi’a, I knew I had to be fearless like Imam Hussain and follow the truth no matter the cost. I accepted tashhayu around October 2014.

I wish I had discovered it sooner, so that I could have made reference to Imam Hussain in the various mayoral debates I had participated in. Aside from all the Zionist and imperialist propaganda we are subjected to in public schools, arguably the greatest crime of censorship is the fact that the tragedy of Ashura and the sacrifice of Imam Hussain is not mentioned once in these schools, and if it is, it is mentioned in passing without much significance, making it seem like some antiquated story rather than an ongoing divine revolution that has relevance to today.

Because if they made Hussain seem alive and active, rather than passive and antiquated, then those whose hearts are moved by this saint’s holy struggle would no doubt begin to sympathize and support the sons of Hussain who exist today, be they Shi’a or Sunni: the Islamic Republic of Iran, Hezbollah, Palestinian Islamic Jihad, Hashdul Sha’abi of Iraq, Fatemiyoun, Zainabiyoun, as well as the martyrs of Shi’ism in the West like Malcolm Latif Shabazz (grandson of Malcolm X) or Edoardo Agnelli (heir to the wealthiest family in Italy). The spirit of Hussain would rise against the illegitimate fortresses of Satanic rule in the US and Europe from among their own people. That is why they either remain silent on Hussain, or co-opt his holy struggle into some NGO-ized liberal humanist message with no relevance to today, other than to justify various different Soros-funded globalist causes.

Especially as it relates to today’s world, people would find that the greatest anti-terrorism forces on the planet are from among the Shi’a who truly embody the spirit of Hussain. The defeat of ISIS is due to the sacrificing of some of the best men from Iran, Lebanon, Iraq, and Syria as martyrs. The most principled in opposition to Zionism, imperialism, liberalism, godless modernity, and globalism is the Islamic Resistance Axis. Some of the last remaining Aramaic-speaking Christian villages in Syria, such as Maaloula, were liberated from ISIS captivity by Hezbollah. The nuns and monks referred to Hezbollah as “angels sent by God.”

At the time, my level of understanding regarding the noble and honorable status of the Islamic Resistance and the importance of wise, just, and moral leadership both on a personal and social level was incredibly elementary. I had just taken Imam Ali as my mawla and began to truly dive into the deep, bottomless ocean of Islamic spirituality and lifestyle through the Ahlul Bayt, which had been denied to me during the time I was misguided by Wahabbis. In eight months or so of being Muslim, I had not heard of Ali, Fatima, Hasan, or Hussain once, or if I did, it was so insignificant and detached from their true lofty position that it had not stuck in my memory. To me, this was no different a cover up than the Zionist media’s cover up of Building 7 or the “Dancing ‘israelis.'”

The election closed out and in tragic irony the amount of votes I got was nearly equal to the amount of Palestinian children slaughtered in Gaza that same year as a result of the “israeli” aggression.

Every single Friday, in the middle of the Ramadan heat, I went to downtown San Diego and chanted on the top of my lungs until I could speak no more before heading to iftar with the Muslim attendees.

I knew I wasn’t going to win the election, so I had to have other plans for my life. Thankfully, my resume was strong enough to start applying for paid jobs in journalism.

The tension at my parents’ home was too much and I realized that it was time to have a buffer between them. The brother who introduced me to Imam Ali was studying in northern California at the time, so I traveled to visit him. My first visit to a Shi’a Islamic center coincided with a recitation of Dua Kumayl, which comes from Imam Ali’s own words. To hear such words was incredibly moving for me and was quite the powerful spiritual experience. It was indeed a confirmation that I had come to the real Islam that I was looking for but did not know existed.

Prior to this, even after becoming Shi’a I still went to the mosques of our Sunni brothers, but I avoided the overtly Salafi/Wahabbi ones and went to Jummah at a mosque where my Palestinian friend went to.

Immediately I started to look for towns of where to live in. All the Shias I knew lived in either northern or southern California, and it was incredibly hard to be alone and I did not want to start from scratch in another state, so I looked for California towns which did not fluoridate their water. Yes, fluoride is another toxin deemed “safe” via bribery of US government regulatory agencies and skewed scientific research. I found one that was somewhat close to the community I knew in northern California.

Aside from changing my location, obviously Islam had begun to transform the way I viewed women.

Contrary to my youth where my gaze was unrestrained due to the dehumanization of women that is omnipresent in society, Allah began to heal my sick worldview that was embedded into me unknowingly at a young and impressionable age. A society that shows to young children images of women undressed and objectified will grow up to think of women as subhuman, whereas a society that shows women as covered and dignified will show that woman has a human value beyond the flesh.

As I mentioned earlier, Allah had foiled all my wicked plans to seek extramarital relations. The not-so-Christian western society pushes very hard the notion that anyone who maintains their chastity until marriage is a “loser.” While I didn’t intentionally hold on to my chastity, Allah’s plans made it so that I kept my chastity until marriage. I now see the great wisdom behind that and am glad that Allah foiled all my wicked wishes every single time.

Even after I became Muslim, I did mental gymnastics to try and justify why I should stick to this corrupt culture of dating; I tried to make up my own rule like no physical contact until I meet her father. Allah eventually made this all seem nonsensical as well as immoral to me, because all the boundaries are fluid and are drawn up by the human ego, so no one knows when a relationship really begins and how it evolves (“just friends” to girlfriend to wife, etc) and just the same as it will start on an impulsive whim, it can end abruptly on an impulsive whim, with devastating break ups that lead people to become distraught and depressed because they did not expect such a thing.

Suddenly, a lightbulb went off in my head and I got sick of trying to pursue illegitimate relationships, not just because of its confusing nature, but because of its immoral nature and lack of virtue. Once I started to think about Islamic chivalry, it seemed quite noble and beautiful to me. It honored the woman as a human being, but more importantly (if done properly with the right intentions) it makes sure the prospective spouses like each other first on the levels of intellectual qualities, spiritual qualities, and if they are on a similar life mission which they will combine and synergize as one family unit.

The western fornication model does the opposite, it starts with the illusory carnal desires, which fools the human being, but once they realize the true nature of the other person’s character, no matter how beautiful they thought they were at the beginning, those repulsive character traits will make all the physical beauty of their partner seem meaningless. It is a recipe for disaster. No wonder western society is in total disarray, and it is a product of their embrace of Masonic liberalism in the 1600s and 1700s which was a rejection of God from society.

I still had many strings attached to my corrupt past, Allah had finally woken me up to cut the biggest string of corruption which is the cheapening of women through the culture of extramarital affairs. Allah had guided me to the point where I knew I had to give all that ignorant, selfish nonsense up and pursue the selfless, lofty institution called marriage.

Just the thought of the responsibility of marriage made me try and mature real fast.

The last time I ever had any communication with Mr. Cough Syrup was when he was at our house to visit my brother and saw me gathering many of my old possessions that had some value so that I could sell them on eBay so I can have some money for starting my new life. He asked why, to which I explained that I am planning to get married so I need to get rid of these useless things and save up the money instead. He started to yell at me and say the most condescending things. The irony of a guy drowning in sins and hedonism is lecturing me about life. That’s the whole Twilight Zone experience, the more I am transformed into a man of virtue, the more I am demonized, whereas I had no problems from people who I knew nor even from the US government when I was a source of spreading corruption on the earth. Isn’t that strange? What kind of sick clown world do we live in?

There is a hadith that states that those who delay marriage out of fear of poverty have thought badly of Allah and His infinite grace. Rizq (provision) is destined for every human, and adding another human to your family combines their rizq with yours. Marriage and children bring an increase in rizq, even if subtle. Rizq is not only measured in money, but in health, opportunities, and anything that benefits our life in this world and the hereafter.

Alhamdulillah, not too long after I simply made the intention to seek marriage in early 2015, I was offered a job at Mint Press News as a content creator for social media and other such aspects. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to give me some breathing room to afford basic necessities for my family. My father still gave me pressure over my own money. I had found a place to move to in the fluoride-free town that was close to the northern California Shi’a community – it was a single room inside a shared house that cost around $500 per month, which is nothing when the average rent in many parts of California is over $1,000. Yet despite me living bare bones, only having a room to myself, my father lectured me about how the price was still on the high end. This was total psychological warfare, as the university dorms I stayed in from 2010-2011 were likely as expensive if not more, but that was acceptable because I was doing drugs and alcohol every weekend and not questioning Zionism, while me cleaning my act up and becoming a servant of the Creator of the heavens and the earth is something unacceptable.

I lived in this town for a few months, including during my second Ramadan. The heat was unbearable through fasting, and since it was near a lot of agriculture, my allergies were severe due to the pollen and I could only take my herbal medications after iftar and once again during suhour. Living with strangers who partook in sin and vice, and didn’t respect me (i.e. borrowing my own kitchenware to drink alcohol from it) was also unbearable.

For that reason, in addition to a potential marriage that ended up not working out after some time period of talks, I decided to move back to southern California due to its familiarity. I moved to some of the more poorer areas of the county in the southeastern side to finally have my own apartment. Single family housing has got to be one of the worst modern inventions designed to break up the family and atomize everyone through hyper-individualism, but due to my unbearable situation of having a family hostile to my faith, I had no choice.

Sending marriage proposals was difficult, in total until I got married, my wife’s family was the second family to even give me a chance to be spoken to. Unfortunately, there are unrealistic materialistic standards for a man, which often comes from the lingering effects of mental colonialism on people’s minds, the bare minimum is a man who already has a nice job, can buy a home out the gate, has a BMW/Benz, and is some kind of PhD.

Then there is the racialist aspect. Islam is neutral when it comes to interracial marriage – the main criteria is compatibility for serving Allah and creating a family whose mission is centered around serving Him according to the family’s unique abilities and circumstances. Naturally, most people will marry in the same race, but Islam is against turning away someone who has good faith because of their race, just in the same way it is against marrying a different race for superfluous, materialistic reasons.

The reason why so many secular interracial couples do not work out is because their relationship was based on lusts and desires for something “exotic,” like when a person of one race goes out for dinner one night to a restaurant of a cuisine that is much different than their own. It seems nice at first, but then later when they get home their stomach can’t handle the unique spices and flavors. Interracial marriage only works when the family is centered around a loftier goal, the most solid of which is serving the same one God that created both partners. So long as their cultures are not so conflicting that it would lead to incompatibility, an interracial marriage under the banner of Islam can be more successful than a same-race marriage based on materialism, with Islam as a superficial shell.

In my case, I had no choice but to marry interracially. God forbid if I ever marry an Ashkenazi Jewess, unless I want to become a martyr from being poisoned by her due to my opposition to international Zionism.

Alhamdulillah, I was blessed that finally another family would give me a chance, despite me not being ethnically the same nor me having the materialistic credentials needed.

Most people born into Muslim families are used to having it easy when it comes to marriage. Islam is against forced arranged marriages, as both the man and the woman must actually like each other, so in Islam “arranged marriages” don’t have the same negative connotation as in Hindu culture, where it is forced and there is no choice. In Islam, it is merely a suggestion, but the ultimate decision is in the hands of the man and woman. It is very helpful to have suggestions from adults who have greater experience and wisdom, especially if their thinking is Islamic and not materialistic, because if they made a suggestion based solely on material considerations, then their son or daughter is in for a miserable life.

Take it from me, most of my childhood misery is due to the fact that the more my parents became materially well-off, the less happy they were and the more misery we had. My childhood and teenage years are quite a dark memory for me, and none of the material possessions at our disposal cured my inner despair. Perhaps that is why I really don’t think much about chasing after material possessions or luxury, as Allah has shown me its empty shell to the point where much of my childhood and teenage years are a blur in my memory due to the psychological defense mechanisms seeking to cover up the pains.

“The example of the world is that of sea water; the more a thirsty person drinks from it, the thirstier he becomes until it kills him.”

Imam Jafar as-Sadiq (as)
Usul al-Kafi, vol. iii, p. 205

Not only can adults, such as parents or other elders, suggest a potential spouse for their child, but in order to observe the noble chivalry and shyness of Islamic etiquette, the adults can send the proposal on behalf of their child to avoid embarrassing his/her shyness as well as to protect them from being disheartened by a rejection. Even moreso, if the proposal (which doesn’t mean marriage, but to begin exploratory talks) is accepted, then the first of the exploratory talks — which involves the man going to the woman’s house, as Martyr Mutahhari (ra) noted that the spiritual nature of man is that he is the seeker, and the woman’s spiritual nature is the sought — is usually attended not only by the man’s parents, but a neutral elder, such as an uncle or friend, who can also participate in the conversations.

In my case, I had none of this. I had no parents who are motivated by divine matters, not materialistic matters, to help suggest for me a potential wife whose divine traits are sufficient, regardless of her socio-economic status. Nor did I have parents nor elders who could join me to come to my proposal ceremony to begin the exploratory talks.

All I had was this misguided scholar who was the resident Imam of the very liberal, reformist “Islamic” center which was really an exclusivist social club for Iranians. Only a few of the younger people were on the same page as me and had good akhlaq, as well as experience studying Islam so that I could learn more about the faith through them. The rest were like cement bricks tied around the feet of the progress of the Shi’a Muslim community in that region, dragging it down into the abyss. At first, they would pinch my cheek because I was the token convert — a natural inclination for gharbzadehgi (Farsi for West-toxified) people who came to bask in the hellhole of junk food, usurious loans, hypersexualized culture, hedonism, and Drag Queen Story Time for kids. They did not respect me, with many people calling me “Mr. Alex” or “Alex agha,” refusing to honor that Ali is the true name of my soul. Once they found out my revolutionary politics, the honeymoon period was over and the uncles/aunties stopped pinching my cheek and tokenizing me, and I slowly became a pariah for them.

The board members were no better. Instead of investing in decent social infrastructure like full-time Islamic schools, given that they had the money to do so (but such initiatives were always met with intentional sabotage anytime someone tried to start such a project), they just had a few times a week programs in the Farsi language, meanwhile the young generation cannot relate to it since they do not speak the language, and instead their education comes from the Zionist media and garbage music.

On top of that, they often grovel before the Satanic American government. I remember quite well on the birth of the Prophet (S), they had the nerve to have the keynote speaker be a representative of the FBI! This deep state spook — who represents an organization which has assassinated several Muslims who have walked the path of Hussain, such as Malcolm X — started to speak about a program which recruits children to serve as volunteer spies for the organization and put up posters around the center with their contact info. Alhamdulillah, me and a few other brothers were greatly disturbed by this humiliation ritual and we tore down every single poster and trashed them.

The resident Imam did nothing to object nor oppose any of these things. At first I thought he was just weak and passive, but I did not find out until some years later that he led prayers at the Obama White House Ramadan iftar. Think about it for a second: this so-called “Imam” — Saberi was his name — cries about the calamities of Lady Zainab (sa), the sister of Hussain, or the children of Hussain, all of whom were taken captive after seeing their entire family slaughtered by the demonic army of the tyrant Yazid, yet at the same time he prays at the same White House which was arming and funding ISIS terrorists who used those funds and those weapons to blow up the holy shrine of one of the children of Hussain. He was actively interested in bowing before the feet of the modern-day enemies of Ahlul Bayt (as). He is a shameleess hypocrite.

On top of that, he was well-known for being totally incompetent when dealing with family and marital affairs. But I didn’t know any of this at the time, and I asked him to help me with marriage proposals. That is why I believe that Allah helped me to find my wife, because this taghuti bootlicker couldn’t have had the proper judgment to find a proper family for me.

After all, even if the PhD and race issue could be overcome, perhaps some families who would give me a chance would only be interested in me so their daughter could get US citizenship and perhaps some money, making my life miserable in the process. Add to that, the fact that the majority of Iranian expats are the most annoying egotistical liberals on the planet who shamelessly bow before the tyrants who see them as subhuman monkeys, especially the Zionist Jews who celebrate annually a racist, genocidal, anti-Persian holiday called Purim. In the hands of this corrupted scholar, I could have wound up with a green card fisher who tries to pressure me into abandoning the Palestinian cause. Allah surely saved me from such a fate due to me being rather naive, immature, weak, and inexperienced at the time.

Alhamdulillah, my wife’s family are revolutionary, although I didn’t really know that at the time. The main thing that caught my attention was her devotion to her two autistic brothers. From what I was told, most suitors who came to her often complained about her brothers, sometimes saying quite hurtful passive aggressive comments about them. I was the only one who saw them as being closer to God than us who see the truth, but often forget to thank God for all our blessings from day to day. For me, I took it as a sign of God as a chance for redemption from the time when I was in the 4th or 5th grade when me and some other immoral idiots from school bullied an autistic child in our class (thankfully, not physical abuse). When the school year was over, just before we moved to California, everyone signed my shoes.

The last person to sign was this autistic kid and since he didn’t know what we were doing to him, he acted totally friendly and nice to me. While I was still a rotten person at the time, alhamdulillah my fitra (God-given innate disposition towards goodness) was not totally erased, and this broke my heart. From that point on, I decided I would not do just anything to impress the crowd and I would stop caring so much about what others thought of me. A small seed of goodness planted into me by Allah. Additionally, I knew Allah brought me to this family due to my knowledge about the Big Pharma mafia, so that I can introduce healthy living and herbal medicine to them to help improve their situation, inshaAllah.

Instead of asking about her brothers, I asked about committing to using fluoride-free toothpaste, eating healthy (especially non-GMO), sending our kids to Islamic schools or homeschooling, and other such unusual aspects of my life for which most people think I am crazy for. It’s quite important to discuss the serious issues relating to life goals, family mission, and our personal red lines. Many people engage in exploratory talks for more than a year but still don’t know if it is right or not, because they don’t talk about serious issues and in fact they don’t even know what their own life goals are nor their red lines/core issues. For as naive, inexperienced, immature, and ignorant as I was, Allah still put enough in my head so that I know what I was looking for.

Alhamdulillah I got married in October 2015, although not without difficulty. For those who know me, I hate shopping malls with a passion. On the day we were scheduled to go to the masjid and sign our marriage aqd (contract) to be officially married in the eyes of Allah, we were at a shopping mall when my parents called.

Using the excuse of the mahr (dowry), they insulted my wife and her family as gold diggers and that they would not support me in such a case. Imam Khamenei suggests that to follow the traditions of Ahlul Bayt, who always had simple dowries, the mahr should not be more than 14 gold Iranian Azadi coins, which are about 8 grams of 22K gold in the fullest size. In short, it is about 7 to 8 thousand US dollars. Such a thing was fully in their budget at the time. My happiness and being kept away from the fires of sins is not a concern, apparently. To label the mahr as a form of greediness is quite ironic and hypocritical, but if I were to be specific about the irony, I’d be called “antisemitic.”

Add to the fact that my father has always viewed women as subhuman objects, such a person could never understand the deep spiritual wisdom of the mahr, which is not a “price” but rather a symbol of the spiritual nature of man and woman who exist in harmony like the yin and the yang: it shows that the man is the seeker and the woman is the sought, it shows that the man is the provider and that the woman is the treasure that needs to be protected and provided for, and that should he ever die or (God forbid) they divorce, she would not be left alone without a source of provision.

My parents could not be convinced that this is the basic right of a woman, since what do they know about women’s rights given the quite anti-woman view held both in the Talmud and in American liberal culture, and stood their ground. In Islamic culture, people are encouraged to help young men afford the mahr if they can’t do so by themselves, in order to help prevent any obstacles for them entering the selfless, lofty mission of family building and shielding them from sin and corruption. Perhaps such generosity is alien to my parents, who less than a year prior led me to run away from home due to my faith.

They hung up the phone and I collapsed on the ground in tears, in the worst place I could ever want such a nightmare to happen: a damned shopping mall. They waited until the last minute for this yet I am sure I had informed them about the issue of the mahr beforehand. From the beginning, they had always made snide comments about my attempts to get married, I don’t think they liked the idea of me marrying a Muslim woman and perhaps they were looking for any convenient excuse.

By a miracle of Allah, we called them back after an hour to negotiate that there is a two year grace period before it is due. All mercy is from Allah, without Him I know they would have zero mercy on me, and alhamdulillah they agreed to the terms.

My wife wasn’t as revolutionary as her parents, but given her good nature she was able to slowly get along with the program. Despite that, she has always been one of my biggest supporters in the face of pressure from both my parents and the Muslim community that I give up my revolutionary, Hussaini path. Neither of them had the honor or courage to face me directly, they thought that if they pressure the woman of the house, they could break me through that. For all those years, we did not break or cave, thanks to the power and will of Allah.

I remember organizing a protest outside the Saudi consulate in LA against their slaughter of Yemen just after we had gotten married. We sent out notices to everyone we knew from southern California. Not a single person showed up, sadly. It was on a weekend at a decent time – there was no excuse other than cowardice and preferring one’s own comfortable life over the dire tragedy in Yemen. We showed up with ourselves and a rented loudspeaker. At least the location was in a public area, and people in nearby cafes could hear my speeches. I had sent out a press release to the local news and one crew showed up, but because it was such a dud and no one showed up, the story was not aired. Allah will judge those who preferred a weekend of leisure in comfortable Los Angeles instead of sacrificing a few hours to stand up for Yemen.

This was also the first time I got wind that even the so-called “antiwar” radical liberals are useless fifth columnists and liberal Zionists. I tried to get Code Pink — the obnoxious group of liberal Zionist Jewesses who, aside from insulting the noble Palestinian Islamic resistance as “terrorists” and “israeli” occupiers as “civilians,” promote sexual perversion like LGBT and wear private part costumes to the women’s marches — to co-sponsor the event and bring their members to boost our numbers. Because the campaign language used the word “Zionist” to refer to the factually-accurate “israeli” involvement in the slaughter of Yemen, they pulled out of sponsoring the event specifically over this wording.

Code Pink are gatekeepers for “israel,” covering up their crimes. They do not want to see Palestine liberated and want to reduce the crimes of the Zionists to mere “apartheid.” They are not anti-Zionist, just anti-Netanyahu because he makes the illegitimate regime look bad through his openly genocidal worldview.

I also began to learn the importance of proper leadership due to my experiences, and thus the final stages of my previous liberal/libertarian worldview, which is only a stone’s throw away from anarchism, began to fully die out. Government and leadership is not bad — it is the nature of the government and the nature of the leader which determines if it is good or evil. The concept of wilayat is that the government and leadership should be in service to God, otherwise the people who will take the seat of power will be servants of the devil, who rely on their limited imagination and egotistical hubris to decide the social philosophy of society and governance.

Aside from the poor leadership of the resident scholar of the masjid, I also had other important lessons on why I need a righteous and honest leader to show me the right way in life due to my limited knowledge.

Not too long after getting married, I went to the Arbaeen journey to visit the shrine of Imam Hussain for the first time. Arbaeen is the largest pilgrimage in the world, where people flock all around the world to express their love for Imam Hussain and their devotion to trying to walk on the same path.

Someone who found out about my conversion story offered to finance the trip, which I used to book a spot on an English-speaking pilgrimage caravan. Had I known what I know now, I could have saved this brother a lot of money and at the same time had a more fruitful experience with my first time visiting Imam Hussain. However, the experience I gained is fruitful nonetheless.

I had chosen to go with the caravan of Ammar Nakshawani, a well-known lecturer who did not complete traditional Islamic seminary studies but was a good orator and did his homework for the content of his speeches. This was before he started to openly flatter and cajole the tyrants of the day who are funding and arming the very Wahabbi terrorist groups he pretends to complain about.

This was probably just at the time he started to shift like a chameleon, as before he would praise Imam Khamenei and Ayatollah Sistani for standing against sectarian strife, that if a Shi’a wants to express and explain his differing views on Islamic history with a member of another sect of Islam, they should not forget the akhlaq of the Prophet (S), for if they do forget it and use foul language and rude insults especially on various TV stations owned by certain sectarian fitna-mongers, a Wahabbi will see it and use such rude insults as an excuse to kill a Shi’a in Pakistan or elsewhere, thus placing the blood on the hands of the person who couldn’t control their language and temper. He was correct, but he would shortly abandon such an approach and find himself in the camp of the people who he claimed were responsible for serving as ISIS propaganda tools to justify killing Shi’a worldwide.

His caravan cost $4,000 in 2015. Most other caravans, whose speakers include scholars who spent their whole lives in accredited seminaries to study Islam and develop their morals and mannerisms, cost much less, even including airfare from the US to Iraq.

I wasn’t fully aware of the dynamics of the Shi’a world at the time, but I was always a supporter of Iran for not being in the Rothschild banking axis and for being a supporter of Palestine. I did not buy any of the “human rights abuses” fake news reports that justified color revolutions in the country, although I did not have a mature enough understanding of the specifics to be able to eloquently defend the Islamic Republic from its fork-tongued detractors. I loved Hezbollah and even found a way to buy a Hezbollah t-shirt online.

Naturally, I had followed some pages like Pure Stream Media and Islamic Pulse which were producing informative content as well as translations of speeches from resistance leaders. Naturally, I had seen the videos of Sayed Hasan Nasrallah stating that the sectarian satellite channels that constantly used rude language to insult and berate our Sunni brothers all day was being funded by the British MI6, and that the intelligence units of the Islamic resistance have confirmed this money trail independently. However, I only knew of the name of Yassir Habib, the infamous foul-mouthed cleric residing in the UK. I did not yet register the name of the deviant Shirazi family.

It turns out that as of 2015, the entire crew of Nakshawani, from his film crew to the noha reciters and other top people who oversaw the caravan, were all supporters of the Shirazis and Habib. The person filming the entire caravan, Hoseini Media or something like that, posted on their Instagram when one of the deviant members of the Shirazi family, who served as an agent of global Zionism and the Yazid of today by openly cursing Imam Khamenei with a very rude insult, was released from prison for his outlandishly foul language aimed to stoke division on behalf of the foreign intelligence agencies and this Instagram post celebrated his release from jail.

Shirazists and Habib followers believe in the practice of tatbir, which is the act of shedding blood during the mourning gatherings for the tragedies of Imam Hussain in Ashura. Normally, Shi’a Muslims honor Ashura by holding gatherings which recall the narration of events which befell Imam Hussain and engage in normal actions that a rational human being would do when a tragic event such as the death of a loved one takes place, including crying, beating the chest, and [lightly] beating our face/head. Have you ever encountered someone who, when they find out their loved ones were brutally murdered, whip out a fancy contraption of knives attached to chains, rip off their shirt, and start swinging the chains like Bruce Lee with nunchuks onto their back, leading to open wounds and lacerations that cause bleeding, sometimes leading to life-threatening injuries and death? Or taking a knife to the head of an infant baby?

Islam is a rational religion. Such things defy rationality, and the honest history of tatbir is that such practices were never done by the Ahlul Bayt themselves during their own mourning ceremonies. Rather, this developed as a cultural practices in some ignorant areas of the Shi’a world only in recent centuries and was passed on without questioning if this actually comes from Islam or not. Zionist-owned Google intentionally alters their algorithms so that the first images that pop up for “Shi’a Islam” searches are photos of tatbir.

As soon as we arrived in Karbala from the three day walk and saw the golden dome of Abu Fadhl Abbas (as) on the horizon, I started weeping like a normal person but these main companions of Nakshawani started to violently punch themselves in the face, like tatbir but without blades. As soon as the emotional outpour was over, I saw a bunch of guys with bloody faces. Just as I didn’t want to end up with Wahabbis when I first accepted Islam, I also didn’t want to end up with such people when I first accepted tashayyu, but my naivety prevented me from seeing the reality.

There were also Shirazists among the rank and file too. My roommates in Najaf reminded me of a Shirazist version of the two brothers from the film Four Lions, where one was kind of smart and the other one was kind of dumb. I had brought up Habib in a negative context and he said “but what if he is right, brother?” He proceeded to tell me that when Imam Mahdi (aj) comes, he will behead many scholars. Due to my lack of knowledge of which scholars the Shirazists were against, the gravity of what he said didn’t hit me until later. Namely, he means Imam Khamenei. But also, I’m sure it includes many others like Ayatollahs Sistani, Makarem Shirazi (no relation to the deviant Shirazis), Jawadi Amoli, and others.

Shirazists only pretend to like Ayatollah Sistani only because they want to use him as a wedge against Imam Khamenei, falsely painting a picture as if they are rivals or if they differ with one another in a major, irreconcilable way. The opposite is true, they have the best of relations and are one hand: Sistani opened the front against ISIS in Iraq hand-in-hand with the IRGC, while the Shirazists sat on their hands and said that going to Syria is a political ploy to defend Assad. Had the Shriazists been in control, the shrine of Sayeda Zainab (sa) would be a Wahabbi parking lot.

The reason I bring up this point is in order to alert about the dangers of Nakshawani and his clique of Shirazists. While he hosts a show on a Shirazist channel, Imam Hussein 3 TV, he tries to appear neutral between all scholars, and that he even has disagreements with the Shirazis themselves. However, in the background he is much closer to them than he makes appear. This is dangerous because he hangs out with people who believe that certain scholars should be beheaded.

Alhamdulillah, our group was given an audience before Sayed Sistani in Najaf. I wasn’t aware of his stature at the time, sadly, but it is a blessed memory especially when I briefly shook his hand. However, I personally would strongly recommend to the security personnel of the esteemed Ayatollah Sistani to reconsider holding meetings with Nakshawani’s groups or at the very least include increased security measures so that God forbid some overly-zealous person does not think he is doing Imam Mahdi’s work by killing scholars. After all, Sayed Sistani’s promotion of Sunni-Shia unity would get him labeled as a “Bakri” or “Batri” by some of these foul-mouthed, zero-akhlaq sectarian Shirazists.

Additionally, the high prices for Nakshawani’s lectures and caravan go to support his lavish lifestyle. While he may not be an actual Islamic scholar who wears the turban and cloak, he is still someone who is presented as a role model for Muslim youth and so he should at least try to have some kind of lifestyle so that he is a good influence to those who look up to him, even if not as stringent as the lifestyle of an actual scholar. From tattoos to expensive nightclubs in London to fancy Armani Exchange tailor-made suits, his lifestyle is that of a materialist, not someone who walks a spiritual path.

However, his most heinous of crimes is sucking up to the tyrants of the day who quite openly support anti-Shi’a terrorist groups from ISIS to Hayat Tahrir ash-Sham (HTS) (formerly Jabhat al Nusra). He has attended forums with western think tanks in which he denounces the revolutionary slogans of “death to America” and “death to ‘israel.'” He served as a speaker during a Joe Biden for President 2020 summit with the American Shi’a community, even though he is a UK citizen, and the guest on that summit was former Secretary of State John Kerry. Both Biden and Kerry can be considered co-founders of ISIS, given their direct role in the Obama White House in arming and funding ISIS terrorists. Nakshawani famously said in a lecture that Muslims should blame terrorism on Sunni Islam instead of American/”israeli” foreign policy, meanwhile he literally jumps on Zoom meetings for the political campaign of one ISIS co-founder which had as a guest another ISIS co-founder. The hypocrisy is indeed stunning.

He also is an official employee with the nefarious Shi’a American think tank UMAA, which was founded just prior to the US invasion of Iraq by several neoconservative beltway insiders and American Zionist Jews who enlisted the help of a handful of shameless, honorless Shi’a clerics within the US, such as a few of the members of the Qazwini family. Their first ever conference had a keynote speech from the bloodsoaked war criminal and Zionist Jew Paul Wolfowitz. Nakshawani and people like him are fully embedded with the Yazids of today, either out of cowardice or corruption.

Despite the fact that I joined a quite awful, sectarian, non-Hussaini, and overpriced caravan, it was the most life-changing experience I ever had. It truly humbled me and it is quite unusual for people of my age and my background to wind up in Iraq under such circumstances.

If someone of my age, from an American and/or Jewish background winds up in Iraq, it is usually as an occupier who as come to kill innocent people in order to pave the way for the Zionists’ “Greater Israel” agenda and the hegemony of the Anglo-American liberal empire.

Even more so, as Martyr Ayatollah Muhammad Sadiq as-Sadr (ra) of Iraq once said, the Americans have come to Iraq to look for Imam Mahdi. He was indeed right, this is a war against God and His representative. Oil, safeguarding Zionism, hegemony, and other such things are all secondary prizes.

I instead came as a pilgrim and as a brother. The Iraqi people are the most hospitable people despite being in absolute poverty and in political disarray due to the Americans and the “israelis.”

ISIS had not been fully defeated yet, but I knew that whatever the outcome of my life, I was at peace and was ready to embrace whatever was in store for me. We even went quite close to them during our visit to Samarrah, where the security situation was still unstable. Only some weeks after I returned home, the holy shrine of Samarrah came under attack from ISIS.

I returned home with a renewed sense of allegiance to walk the path of Imam Hussain in my life as best as I could. Therefore, I started to get involved in some of the mosque activities since I was not benefiting from any of their programs. At best, they would have English once a week. Sometimes, there would be no English lecture. People like myself, as well as young kids who are able to feel the emotions when spoken to in their dominant language (English in their case), were losing out at a chance for spiritual growth.

There was already an existing group to organize these things, so I sought to revive the energy and enthusiasm as best as I could, but I did not realize the politics of the masjid board members (not just in their geopolitical politics when it comes to world issues, but just in the way that they dealt with the community and fail in their basic responsibilities, let alone their failure to adhere to the true Hussaini path). One of the first events I suggested to the group to host was a screening of the documentary GMO OMG! which was approved. After all, I did not want the supporters of the divine awaited savior, Imam Mahdi to be depopulated by the covert biological warfare being waged against humanity by the likes of Monsanto and Bill Gates.

Flashback to 2010, I am sitting on my father’s couch and we are watching Glenn Beck. In this episode, he opens up with the fact that he found the key that Iran is truly motivated to nuke the whole world, because they believe in this “12th Imam” who will come to rule the world and that this could only be established by washing the world with blood. He essentially said that Imam Mahdi (atfs) is the antichrist of the Bible. This could not be further from the truth if he tried. It is the Satanic powers (West, Zionists) who have washed the world with blood by straying from the godly path and it is Imam Mahdi who will put an end to this river of blood – he will surely not start a river, nor ocean, of blood.

Secondly, we believe he will come alongside Jesus Christ and together they will defeat the antichrist. Beck is a hardcore Zionist and the irony is that the Jewish Messiah is the real antichrist, since they believe in neither Jesus nor Imam Mahdi, and a majority of Jews will reject Jesus in the second time as well as they did the first time, and only a handful of Jews who are similar to how I was have the potential to return to their hearts’ fitra after having been distant from it for so long. The majority of American Christians are being led astray by Christian Zionists into following the actual antichrist, to the point where they will think Jesus himself is the antichrist because he will be with the 12th Imam.

Fast forward to 2015, I am on the Euphrates river standing on one of the places where Imam Mahdi was reported to have visited. If I fail the Imam and Jesus, then I would certainly be worse than what I was before I accepted Islam and believed in the nonsense propaganda about the Imam that I saw on the Zionist media via Glenn Beck. It is my duty to try and support the Imam and insure the health and well-being of the nation of Imam Mahdi by waking our people up to the depopulation agenda.

These types of events eventually made me, as well as the group I was working with, unpopular in the masjid and created tensions between us and the board members. They became less and less responsive to our requests for increasing the quality of the programs, and slowly reduced our participation in decision making, which then prevented us from proving our abilities to organize and to show results.

After my return from Karbala, the group decided that one of the weekly programs would be me to summarize my experience in Arbaeen. To paraphrase the essence of one of the points I mentioned, is that we should not support those who cause a repeat of the tragedy of Ashura on a daily basis, and there are things we can do in our every day lives to reduce our support. Buying Coca Cola products supports the “israeli” occupation of Palestine, who massacre children like Hurmala massacred the infant child of Imam Hussain, Ali Asghar (as). If we don’t have the spiritual strength to restrain our desires for a five second rush of sugary flavor on our tastebuds, how are we so sure that we would have betrayed Imam Hussain so that we could get a sip of water after the enemy blocked off their access to the Euphrates River for three days? Soda is not a basic human need, but water is. If we cannot control ourselves for the luxuries of life, how can we control ourselves for the necessities when the price for such a necessity is our very soul?

Due to the sometimes intense culture of hospitality among Iranians, known as tarof, even insults are done according to tarof, preferring passive aggressiveness over direct insults. The White House akhund (a Farsi word meaning Islamic scholar) — a nickname we came up with for the resident scholar of the center — pulled me aside during the dinner that followed and he said something along these lines: “You know brother, there are some things that some people say, and when they say it, it is like a poison.” In short, he was trying to say that my speech, especially its political content, was poison. But inviting the FBI and leading prayers at the White House which gives mortar rounds to terrorists who then fire it at the graves of the same Ahlul Bayt he pretends to cry about — totally not poison at all.

This wasn’t the end of it. The Ramadan 2016 program was organized entirely without our involvement and for the few English lectures that were held, the speakers were chosen without our input or feedback, even though we were the ones that are the audience of it and we know best how to select for those who are in our age group and facing our difficulties in this corrupt society. The speakers were very dry, boring, and irrelevant, let alone the fact that their lack of relevancy to the problems the youth face in this godless liberal society is totally off the speakers’ radars.

Some months prior, for the Ashura 2015 program they invited a decent speaker, Sheikh Kazerooni, who was revolutionary and had our political views and not that of the reformist board members, but the whole time he was speaking, rude uncles and aunties quite loudly were jeering at him and making gossip about him during the speech and passing notes to each other as well, and if I remember someone threatened him. Backbiting is a sin, but speaking against Satanic rulers from the pulpit of the Prophet (S) is “poison.”

We at least tried to put forth a proposal for holding an educational seminar for Quds Day on how to boycott “israeli” products. BDS (the tactic — not the sellout, collaborationist NGO) is the most simple basic duty and even it by itself cannot liberate Palestine, it is only one way of complementing the efforts of the armed resistance bloc in addition to media/intellectual warfare efforts to expose the true face of the Zionist regime. However, we were not going to give a lecture on why we should support various resistance organizations. We were going to keep it normie-friendly just on not drinking Coca-Cola. The board organizers banned the event.

That was the make or break moment. Not only were they preventing us from doing our religious duty by standing against oppression — although due to my immaturity, I did not know that the book Greater Sins by Martyr Ayatollah Dastghaib (ra) considers not supporting the oppressed and supporting the oppressors as major sins, each of those two separated as its own category of sin, nor did I know of Imam Hussain’s Sermon at Mina and thus could not as adequately counteract their shameless dereliction of duty had I known now, as I could label them faasiq (open, unrepentant sinners) for openly committing the greater sins of helping the oppressor/not helping the oppressed — but they were not even doing anything to help give some direction and guidance towards youth who were turning towards sin, vice, crime, and corruption because the religion of Islam was only passively inherited by them.

The faith of ourselves, others our age, and even our future children (some of our friends had even become parents at this time) was in jeopardy in the hands of people whose greater concern was pleasing western political elites than saving the souls of their own children.

We detested fitna and did not want to have to break away from the center which would create all kinds of problems. We held on as long as we could, and sent one final proposal to ask for full autonomy over the English language programs. Once again, they responded with quite nauseating passive aggressive insults against us, saying that we have not proven we are competent enough to handle the responsibility. Firstly, they blocked us from having any role to play in organizing, creating a catch 22 whereby we could not even prove we were competent. Secondly, hypocrites tend to project their own flaws onto others, as they are the most incompetent, having been locked in legal battles with each other for years over ownership of a property they had bought years back, but were too unprofessional to research that zoning laws in that area did not allow for the establishment of a place of worship.

Their insulting letter, which essentially declared we are not welcome to contribute to English programs at the center, was the sign we needed to find another place to organize. Alhamdulillah, we found another center that gave us a little more freedom to instill the spirit of Hussain in our programs. The Ashura program was a success, and even though we didn’t have any reciters of eulogies and poetry for Ahlul Bayt, we did it ourselves.

The following Ramadan in 2017, we were able to do Quds Day without any interference, although we opted for educational seminars instead of rallies. I had personally paid out of pocket to fly in Alison Weir, an eloquent journalist from California who is not afraid to discuss controversial issues unlike liberal Zionists who pose as friends of Palestine, to speak at three different educational seminars, two for the general public and one at the masjid.

She stayed at our apartment while my wife and I stayed at my parent’s home, despite its difficulties — since almost preventing our marriage from happening on the day of the aqd, they had since put on a smiley face as if nothing happened, and such is the nature of the giant inner jihad I have, in that I am obligated to be genuinely kind, caring, and respectful to my parents, even if I am to disobey their occasional pressures for me to abandon the path of God, and I must endure that every so often, they create entirely unneeded drama in our lives specifically related to our faith, although our resilience has greatly reduced the frequency of such incidents.

The main subject of Alison’s lectures was on how the Zionists and neocons are fully behind the US war against Syria and the arming/funding of ISIS and other terrorist groups. Some months prior in late 2016, I had befriended an amazingly talented artist by the name of Mohammad Hamza, who produces brilliant graphics in support of the Islamic resistance under the name Intifada Street.

I initially commissioned him in 2016 to produce a poster art for a documentary series I was producing about my journey to Islam and my first trip to Arbaeen, which I titled American Hussaini as a pun on the Zionist propaganda film American Sniper. The editor of Mint Press News, a Palestinian Muslim woman, was one of the first people to suggest that I produce something about my life and journey to Islam, such as a book or film. I liked visuals at the time, and could include various footage of things like news reels from 9/11 that proved the fact that it was a controlled demolition and a Zionist/American false flag, so I decided to produce a film series, although later due to some factual errors in the narration in addition to disassociation with a particular individual whose content was featured in the series, I pulled the series and removed it from the internet.

I reached out to Hamza again to produce a brilliant artwork for Quds Day based on a concept I suggested and he took my idea and made it better than anything I could have imagined. Due to its pro-resistance nature, the events were organized independently and did not include the name of any Islamic organization on the banner. I paid for the cost of the poster out of pocket. I do not say this for the sake of riya (boasting, showing off), but I do not think Quds Day would have happened if it were not from my initiative and enthusiasm towards it. This should not be the case.

Usually, my salary — even if meager and minimum wage — was a grace from Allah which allowed me to comfortably buy healthy food for my family without thinking if I had enough in my account, but due to this sacrifice of spending on Quds Day, I had to double check my balance every time for the next month or so. Of course, the fact that shortly after getting married I realized that I could buy the same organic food at the same quality for half the price at a store like Trader Joe’s than I could at the overpriced Whole Foods, which was a huge relief alhamdulillah.

Naturally, since the liberation of Aleppo, my position on the resistance axis became more matured. I knew that the Zionist media was lying about Syria, but I did not know how to debunk it properly and maturely, so publicly, in order to avoid getting written off, I wouldn’t tacitly endorse the Syrian government nor say that everything written against them are lies. However, thanks to journalists like Eva Bartlett and Vanessa Beeley — since I got to read their articles every time they published on Mint Press as part of my job — I got informed quickly about the links of the White Helmets to British intelligence as well as Al Nusra and ISIS, and how the so-called Syrian Observatory for Human Rights (SOHR) is just one guy sitting in the UK who gets all his crocodile tear reports from Al Nusra and ISIS occupied regions of Syria.

Naturally, my lack of confidence in defending resistant Syria was from a position of ignorance. Therefore, it is a greater shame on the heads of those who fully remember the victory of Hezbollah over the Zionist aggression of July 2006, which took countless martyrs (wiping out entire families all at once), and who remember that it was due to Syria refusing to shut off its support for the Lebanese and Palestinian resistance factions that the Zionists were humiliated and sent back to the demonic rathole they crawled out of, yet prefer their sectarian hatred against Shi’as or their dogmatic adherence to globalist liberal institutions like the UN over the truth, which is that Syria is the backbone of the Islamic resistance axis and all of what has been said about them is one big lie spread by dubious, Zionist-funded “human rights” NGOs. Since 2006, the Zionist security establishment had been quite openly suggesting that due to their inability to face Hezbollah or Iran directly, the best alternative is to destabilize Syria to destroy the source of regional support for Lebanon and Palestine.

I did not know these facts, but I can guarantee that most people who were born into Muslim families and had enough cognitive capacity to comprehend the events of 2006, even if they were just children or teenagers, could remember what a divine victory it was and how it united the Ummah. With just a little sectarian and/or secular liberal humanist propaganda, people suddenly get short memories and fall for the simplest of tricks.

There are even less excuses for people like Max Blumenthal who cheerleaded the regime change in Libya and Syria while his father Sidney Blumenthal literally advised the Hillary Clinton-led State Department on how to best carry out those policies. Sons are not responsible for the sins of their father, and perhaps if Max stepped on too many toes he would end up “suicided,” but Max actively took part in his father’s sins and since his abrupt rebranding after the victory in Aleppo, he has not publicly apologized to any of the people he has slandered over the years, from Mother Agnes to Alison Weir to Sharmine Narwani, in any sufficienct or sincere way.

Go figure, his website Grayzone News issued a quite shameless piece of disinformation on the anniversary of the 9/11 false flag stating that the story of five Mossad agents being arrested on the day of 9/11 is a big exaggeration and that the Zionists had nothing to do with 9/11, it’s all just one big “conspiracy theory” exaggerated by “antisemites.” Did he really rebrand or just move the goalposts once being anti-Syria became indefensible?

Due to this divine victory over Zionist-backed Wahabbi terrorism, as a journalist who enjoyed educating the people about the truth and as a Hussaini who did not have any fear of the tyrants, I wanted to openly be proud of the fact that the resistance axis defeated ISIS and Al Nusra in Syria, that we defended the world from terrorists under our banner, the banner of Ahlul Bayt. Of course, I always did my best to think of ways, to the best of my limited ability at the time, to make such discourse digestible for the people, as well as smart and not reckless in nature. However, this clever and measured approach is not enough for those who prefer to live a life curled up in the corner of their homes out of fear of other than Allah.

I organized a screening of the Iranian movie about the Virgin Mary at a public library for the general public, and most of the attendees were non-Muslim. As an introduction, I mentioned how the US government funded Wahabbi terrorists in Syria who persecuted Christians, and how it was Iran, Syria, Russia, and the Lebanese resistance (I did not use the name Hezbollah) who saved the day and liberated Christians and Muslims from ISIS captivity. I showed a picture of a Hezbollah soldier repairing a statue of the Virgin Mary, without mentioning the word Hezbollah. This is again one of my clever ways of telling the truth but without being reckless about it, and I thank Allah for pushing me in this direction which allows me to punk the FBI and the empire of lies without giving them rope with which to hang me by.

However, just as we had to go on exile from one masjid over the issue of Palestine, I began to be treated as a pariah even from those who I thought were decent and would understand what I was doing, and that I was being sensible about my approach. These are heroes, and the world should know about them, I don’t care what “terrorist” list they appear on, we must hurl truth at falsehood so that the people wake up. Exposing false flag terror and honoring the noble Islamic resistance’s role in defeating Mossad/CIA-funded Wahabbi death squads is a much better way to combat Islamophobia than to grovel at the feet of western liberals by issuing humiliating apologia after apologia of little substance.

Additionally, I had begun to discover some of the actual source material which proves the racist beliefs of Jews, such as the passages of the Talmud, or various historical texts which shows their role in African slavery, among other things which gave me a greater understanding of international Zionism and its goals.

Many people don’t take time to put themselves in my shoes or understand my specific duties before Allah SWT. There are many people from Jewish backgrounds who unfortunately feign support for Palestine and often serve as gatekeepers to prevent people from knowing certain truths. They will go out of their way to censor things like the Rothschild family, the Zionist role in 9/11, using legitimate evidences to question the narratives surrounding the events of World War 2, Hollywood and its promotion of immorality, the pornography industry, and much more. Forget about what other people think of me, just between me and Allah such a status is not something I want to be in His eyes.

After all, He told us in the Holy Qur’an to not mix truth with falsehood while we know (ironically, that aya is revealed in context of Bani Israel). My only concern is pleasing Allah and being on the right side of history when Imam Mahdi and Jesus returns, so that I can face Jesus and say that I was not among those of a Jewish background who rejected you, neither the first time nor the second time. I don’t want to be a Noam Chomsky, Medea Benjamin, Max Blumenthal, or Miko Peled. I want to be an Edoardo Agnelli and Tali Fahima. I cannot pretend as if the Talmud does not curse Jesus and Mary!

This is my duty given my unique circumstances, and while I certainly have room for improvement in my style and delivery (which I admit was immature and unrefined many years prior), those who have my best interest at heart for growing as a believer would privately give me sincere and helpful advice, while respecting my position, and not publicly insulting a believer, for if those who claim I am worthless trash and they are the vanguards of Imam Ali, they should at least prove it by acting according to the justice of Ali which includes observing the adaab of amr bil maruf (enjoining the good). Publicly slandering and humiliating a believer is not the adaab of an Alawi.

Alhamdulillah, thanks to sincere believers who respect and understand my position, I have refined and matured my style and delivery of controversial issues, as it is not my desire to be a shock-jockey who tries to be as over-the-top as possible in order to have people jump from their seats, nor is it my desire to be a know-it-all elitist who thinks they’re superior to others because they can recite a few facts like an encyclopedia, meanwhile such elitism causing them to have the worst akhlaq around others and always picking fights with other believers for not being up to speed.

Additionally, Allah is the most merciful for resolving misunderstandings I have had with many believers over my positions and He has recently facilitated the reconciliation between me and various brothers and sisters who had misunderstood me but now we realize we have far more in common than we had originally thought.

Conversely, the shock jockeys and elitists who don’t want to refine their style (which does not equal denying facts or changing the substance of the argument) on controversial issues have cut their ties with me because I actually want to bring more people towards the truth, rather than push people away so that I can increase my monopoly over the truth and act like I’m king of the hill of truth, carving out a niche for myself so that it becomes more about the messenger than the message itself. Additionally, I found out that one of such people is not telling the full truth about coming from a West Asian ethnic background, which caused trouble for me despite the fact that I acted according to the justice of Imam Ali by approaching this person privately and asking him about all his inconsistencies, for which I was not convinced. Getting attacked for a simple inquiry for truth and transparency was a further red flag. I do not go public with such information, but should any physical harm come my way and they had some role in it, then the truth will come out.

Standing for the truth comes at a price. My growing maturity in understanding the beauty of the resistance axis, the veracity of their position, and all the reasons why the claims against them are totally based on lies — which finally gave me the ability to firmly articulate arguments in their favor — plus my deeper understanding of international Zionism turned me into a pariah once more, not just among the reformists of the mainstream corrupt Shi’a Islamic centers, but the ones that were supposed to be a refreshing alternative to the anti-Hussaini pseudo-Shi’a centers too. People who I thought were my friends had slowly begun to treat me as if breathing the same air as me would put them on an FBI watch list. However, this would not get as bad as it did by the middle of 2018.

At the end of 2017, I decided to quit journalism and start businesses. Aside from a main business to generate income for my family, I started a side business to be a vehicle for cultural warfare against the very indecent, godless culture that exists in the art and music world. I started the website Insight-Media.co which originally was supposed to be a hub for resistance music that did not contain any haraam messaging, and whose instrumental aspect was also not haraam, as only certain kinds of music (namely ghina) is haraam. Music that brings people closer to God and raises the intellect is generally going to be halal.

I eventually found a print-on-demand, drop ship t-shirt company that offers the ability to print on certified organic cotton clothing. Immediately the idea came to mind of printing Intifada Street art on shirts to promote the real heroes from the Islamic resistance axis in a positive light and shift the consciousness of the public through art and culture. Hamza and I struck a deal where he gets majority of the profits from each shirt sold and I added this section to the site.

Three to four months after the launch of the store, I come home from school and grocery shopping. While parking my car I get a call from my wife. Her voice is shaking as she tells me that the FBI is outside our door asking to be let in.

Alhamdulillah, she has been married to me long enough to know that we are under no obligation to even open the door for them unless they have a warrant for my arrest. I left all my belongings in the car — and good thing I was not wearing one of the Insight Media x Intifada Street shirts on that day! — and went towards my home. Upon approaching our apartment, I see two men violently banging on our door. The feeling of seeing ill-intentioned agents of tyranny banging at your door with your wife behind it felt oddly reminiscent of what happened to Lady Fatima (sa), the daughter of the holy Prophet (S), although of course at a much greater and more severe level than what I was facing.

Once they saw me, their violent knocking changed and they went from bad cop to good cop, trying to play friendly with me saying that I am not in trouble, they just want to ask me a few questions. In total disregard for their linguistic tricks, I immediately told them to forgive me, but I must exercise my fifth amendment rights to not talk to you without a lawyer present. I don’t know how many times we went back and forth, with me constantly pleading the fifth over and over and over again. I even had to be a little bit more stern with them in my insistance, to which they falsely accused me of acting “hostile.” I told them that I am not being hostile, it is they who are refusing to honor my constitutional rights, and given that we are all Americans here, the constitution contains values that we must all uphold.

Of course, naturally at that time I had no trace of libertarianism in me and was in my infancy of illiberalism, even if my views were rudimentary compared to what I am expressing now. I was at the beginning of no longer having any feelings of respect or admiration for the Satanic, freemasonic founding fathers who wrote the godless liberal constitution. Whatever good aspects there are in the Bill of Rights were copied from the justice of Imam Ali but God was removed from the picture.

Finally, they caved and I took their business card. I went inside in absolute shock. The FBI can legally lie, so they could have found ways to escalate hostilities with me in order to falsely label me as some belligerent, but Allah helped me to handle the situation well and keep my composure. The only problem is that I was bluffing about having a lawyer. I didn’t have a lawyer that I could just call up at will, and I had to figure out quick what to do, as if there is even a lawyer who deals with politically-motivated FBI intimidation tactics, their services would be incredibly expensive.

Thankfully, the lawyer at the local branch of the Council on American-Islamic Relations (CAIR) had mentioned online and at masajid that she will represent anyone who gets visited by the FBI for free and that she is one of the few attorneys with both the experience and willpower to do so properly. While CAIR is in general a cringe liberal organization that relies too heavily on apologia and not enough on exposing the system of international Zionism, false flags, and media psyops that are the backbone of Islamophobia, in addition to hosting events in which Muslim keynote speakers, such as Zahra Biloo, openly endorse LGBT “rights” and a woman’s “right” to murder her own baby (aka abortion). However, on this issue they are incredibly useful and indispensable.

I immediately called her and told her that I have no other option, either she represents me or I have to fork out God knows what amount of money if there is even another lawyer who will take up my case, and if not I have to subject myself to political persecution as they will ask me tricky questions and perhaps even tempt me into becoming an informant, and when I refuse all their offers and questions, who knows what kind of mess they will make of my life in retaliation, and therefore I want to avoid going into questioning to the best of my ability. She took their number, and thankfully, they responded. Legally, once the agent in charge of an investigation contacts an attorney representing the subject of the investigation, it becomes illegal for them to speak to me directly and they must contact my lawyer.

The next day, I see one of the officers outside our apartment building. As soon as he saw me, he started going the other way. My best guess is that he was trying to interview our neighbors to either get information about us, or intimidate them into thinking we are dangerous people or even worse, to spy on us as proxies of the FBI. We lived in a poor area in one of the easternmost parts of the county, where all our neighbors were either Iraqi refugees or poor people of European descent. They could easily threaten refugees with visa renewal hurdles if they refused to comply.

When I spoke to my lawyer, we discussed different factors as to what this was all about. My wife was still in the process of being approved for a green card, which was taking exceptionally long despite the fact that she was approved to get it at the interview she had. However, they were investigating me, not her. We concluded that it was a combination of different things. My journalism work, which included published articles at Mint Press News and American Herald Tribune, the latter of which had their website seized by the FBI many years later for no good reason other than censorship of an honest media outlet.

She also noted that, after speaking to the FBI, the fact that I was a legal firearm owner was of concern to them. Firstly, actual criminals mostly use illegal firearms. Secondly, the type of firearm I had was clearly for home defense, and even the rounds I had were the kind that are not able to go past walls in order to avoid harming neighbors, so that if I had to shoot at an intruder, depending on the position of the criminal in my house, the bullets would not go through the walls and potentially harm our neighbors.

She said that I am under no obligation to go in for questioning, and that it is a matter of my own choice. They do not have an arrest warrant for me nor are they charging me with a crime. She advised me against speaking to them, because if I did it would go on my permanent record and create all kinds of problems for me. It would enable the FBI to continue to harass me, as well as raise suspicions if I have been made into an informant by them, and a host of other negatives and drawbacks which I cannot remember. I told her to please continue to block them from my life and that I firmly refuse to speak to them under any circumstances, even with a lawyer present, because this investigation is political in nature and thus has no basis.

I visited her office a few weeks later as a follow up to bring a close to this issue, and she had informed me that the pressure for me to come in for questioning was not letting up, to the point where not just the officer assigned to my case, but the chief of the regional FBI department personally called her asking her to convince me to come in for questioning for “national security” purposes. I still held my ground and refused. In summary, with the help of Allah, I defeated the FBI.

My lawyer advised me that I shouldn’t change anything about my life and should continue to go attend masjid programs and everything as if I had not just been the target of politically-motivated FBI harassment. While I did go to some masjid programs, the passive alienation I felt was growing more and more, so it wasn’t the FBI that deterred me from going to the masjid, but being treated like how the people of Kufa treated Muslim ibn Aqeel when he came to represent Imam Hussain, but their fear of Yazid’s army and governors prevented the people from keeping the oaths they made to support the Imam. I am nowhere near to Muslim ibn Aqeel, but the principle and concept is the same at a lesser level.

Not only were we faced with social alienation for standing with the truth, but we were faced with obstacles on how to advance even in our personal lives and aspirations. In 2018, both my wife and I returned to school. My goal was to become a nurse so that if my business fails, I had something to fall back on, and having a nursing degree would allow me to enter into a university for naturopathic medicine later down the road. My wife also wanted to study biology so that she could potentially also enter into the same naturopathic medical university.

We quickly realized that universities have become centers of turning peoples’ minds to mush. No wonder so many young people come out of there more stupid and immature than when they entered. They only learn to defend the most heinous of vices and sins, turn the natural order of the universe upside down, defy laws of biology and science, and then act worse than neurotic children when someone disagrees with their brainwashing.

For me, it wasn’t such a big deal as due to my income, I qualified not only for free education, but Pell Grants. I got paid to go to school – and I actually used the grants to start my businesses. But since my wife’s green card was still being delayed, she couldn’t qualify and thus we had to pay out of pocket. She was not learning anything useful. I would not be lying if I said that every single one of her classes found some way to glorify LGBT and/or prostitution (which they try to glamorize by using the term “sex work”).

Not only did we have to worry about what would happen to our future children, but even our own selves were running into trouble. One of my classes was led by a white liberal professor and she made us read Allen Ginsberg and watch a Hollywood movie based on his life. Ginsberg is one of the original LGBTQP “rights” activists closely tied-in to the CIA-backed so-called “counterculture” movement of the 1960s. What many don’t know is that he was unapologetically pro-pedophile and supported the pedophile “rights” organization NAMBLA. The teacher would not let me opt out, so I brought up his support for pedophilia and work with NAMBLA. With a straight, unfazed face she told me that she knew. I said I am not making a book report about a pedophile, to which she finally caved in and allowed me to opt-out, but that I would receive a failing grade on the assignment and it would lower my overall grade.

In short, if you want to pass your university classes in the west, you must submit to the pedo agenda! I have no idea how people are able to navigate through university these days without either taking a bad grade or sacrificing their principles. Unfortunately, I see too many young Muslims going through university who end up supplanting Islamic ideology with western CIA leftism and anarcho-Trotskyism.

I started to shift away from someone who wanted to fight against the Pharaoh of America and the Zionist lobby from inside the belly of the beast until the day where they send people to assassinate me outside of my apartment and make it look like some robbery or something trivial/minor. Suddenly, I began to feel like being a martyr within the US was not worth it. There has to be some wisdom or purpose otherwise any harm I incur would be a waste. If we had kids, they would get taken away by the CPC, known for molesting children.

My wife’s family was not in the US, we were alienated from our own community for our principled stances, we couldn’t even get a good grade in school unless we submit to the pedo agenda, and the FBI was on our trail. My lawyer may have prevented their case against me from moving forward due to my refusal to speak to them, but she said that after my case sunsets, they can always open a new case against me and then the process would start all over and they would then be free to approach me without going to my lawyer first.

With all these things, we were considering leaving the US. It wasn’t until I read Jihad and Hijra (Struggle and Migration) by Shaheed Murtaza Mutahhari (ra) that I knew I had to leave the US for good. Hijra is something that can be as small as moving down the street if your faith would be less jeopardized. If we want our lives to revolve around serving Allah, then that should include where we choose to live and why. Most people choose places to live based on worldly concerns such as where their job is, however even with that there can be flexibility, as most people commute to work so even within the region someone lives, they can choose the best area that would bring them closer to Allah.

However, in my case I did not see staying in the US as an option. Most of the cities with Islamic schools were some of the most expensive cities in the country and there was no way we could afford to live in such a place. Even with those schools and communities that were slightly better than the one we were from, young people are still getting mixed up by secular liberalism and anarcho-Trotskyism in university and worse off they think that puts them on a Hussaini path by defining what godless radical liberals define as “injustice.”

They have reduced the Hussaini struggle to a materialistic struggle and they have defined injustice based on what the Democratic Party defines it as, or if they are a bit more edgy, what the Democratic Socialists of America define it as. Perhaps it is due to an internal inferiority complex that we feel Islam is an insufficient, incomplete worldview that we must instead copy/paste godless political ideologies onto our own, rather being confident enough to have our own political worldview, and only learning from other political persuasions in order to gain experience and separate their truths from their falsehoods.

At the university level, there were no alternatives for sane schooling for my wife and I. We both discussed the issue at length and figured that we should leave the US entirely, that even Dearborn wasn’t worth it, especially after we spoke to some friends about Dearborn, that despite its advantages, it is still very liberal and Americanized. The most popular scholars bow before the criminal American officials and have mixed secular liberal philosophy with Islam, putting on a smiley face to please the liberal west but losing all dignity, self-respect, and sincere adherence to tawheed in the process. Shows like All American Muslim drove home the point that Islam was an empty shell in Dearborn just as Christianity is an empty shell in the majority of the US.

We didn’t have a strict schedule for leaving the US, we were thinking maybe one or two years down the line while we think of where to move to. Due to the sanctions, Iran was not our first choice as my business was based in the US at the time, although I was thinking how to eventually shift to Asia but didn’t have any clue where to start or what strategy or market I should tap into. If I had a degree, I could have sought a stable salary job as an alternative, but also it is worth noting that if I had a degree, I probably would not have accepted Islam and been on the same path of Hussain given all the brainwashing that I would have been subjected to in my early 20s that I avoided by instead seeking the truth on my own. Therefore, I do not regret my past and would rather sacrifice the ability to have a stable job if it means to be on the path of divine truth with the Ahlul Bayt.

We wanted to wait in order to establish a better foundation for ourselves financially so that we could have an easier time when we make the decision.

We had many countries on our shortlist, such as Lebanon, Russia, Indonesia, Malaysia, and others, but we had never been to any of them and we couldn’t because my wife didn’t have a green card.

My wife’s immigration attorney suggested that due to the FBI visit, we could technically claim some kind of discrimination and file a special letter which asks the government to unfreeze the case and make their decision, either to grant her the residency or deny it. The only problem is that such a letter is quite expensive. We had to weigh our options, because while we were thinking about leaving the US, we were planning on it being in a while, and we weren’t sure if it would be a permanent thing or if we would go back and forth, especially if we moved to a less controversial country. We bit the bullet and paid for the letter. It worked, her green card finally came and we organized our first exit from the US to visit her family abroad.

During this time, I became more serious about our plans to leave the US and knew that I can’t just plunge my family into a random country that I haven’t even spent one minute in. I had to at least visit some countries on our short list to aid in our decision-making process. In late 2018, I traveled to Lebanon for the first time. Rather than staying in the bubble of Hamra like most people do, I stayed in Ouzai, one of the poorest parts of Beirut, which was indeed a reality check but a more accurate indicator of what real life is like so that I’m not fooled by the glitz of Ras Beirut. All universities do not promote LGBT or “sex work” in their courses – at best the two American universities promote liberalism and perversion as subtly as possible, but at least my wife could go to school and actually learn something useful rather than learn about 500+ different gender identities.

Our future children could go to decent Islamic schools where they aren’t faced with the dualistic life of liberal culture outside of the school like kids are faced with in the US, which could lead to an identity crisis. But due to the American schemes on the region, the economic problems of Lebanon are engineered inside of the US embassy, bolstered by the Rafic Hariri economy of little to no domestic production, which leads to little to no exports, which leads to a huge trade deficit of more foreign currency flowing outside of the country than coming into it, especially when everything the country buys (fuel, wheat, etc) must be paid for in dollars, and due to American pressure, offers from Iran, Russia, and China to buy the same commodities settled in the national currencies of the two countries has been blocked by the quite honorless politicians that cannot breathe without American permission. To go there would indeed be a big sacrifice, however we are not superior to any Lebanese and so we are not above living what is the normal life for the people who live there.

On the way back, I stopped by Russia for a day and aside from the fact that LGBT propaganda is illegal there, it was honestly a spiritual experience for me. As Imam Ali (as) said, he who knows himself knows his Lord. Allah says in the Qur’an that He made us into nations and tribes as one of His signs, and so that we may know each other.

Liberalism seeks to erase these divine signs by detaching us from God (our spiritual identity) and detaching us from our cultural identity, except for that which is commodifiable and superficial at best. People who once had different clothing styles, foods, and tongues now all wear blue jeans, eat McDonald’s, and speak English as a second or first language. The human existence which despite all the problems and ignorances of the past, at least had a connection to the eternal and the divine, are now totally removed from anything eternal and instead submerged into the temporal life of a transient consumer who goes from temporary trend to temporary trend.

Islam has a balanced approach on culture. It is against holding on to any practice or belief that is derived from ignorance, polytheism, or superstition, or that which involves sin or corrupt behaviors, but is for any cultural practice that does not oppose monotheism nor is it related to ignorance, supsersition, nor sin.

Especially when the arrogant powers promote cultural liberalism and globalism, which does erase the beautiful aspects of our cultural identities, adhering and preserving the cultural practices which do not contradict Islam and monotheism is indeed an act of resistance against the Satanic powers who seek to establish a quite soulless and meaningless society, ultimately to take people further away from God. This phenomenon has been dubbed by anti-western critics as “globohomo,” short for global homogenization. Make everyone an English-speaking, Nike-wearing, iPhone-having, and McDonald’s-eating transient consumer.

My parents were born in Kiev, but Kiev was the original capital of Russia for a long time before moving to Moscow. Orthodox Christianity in Russia was born in Kiev when Prince Vladimir converted to Christianity. Let’s not forget also that the Kievan Rus’ defeated the Khazar Empire, the only Jewish empire to have existed prior to the advent of Zionism. Kiev and the Ukrainian peoples and region have always been brotherly with the rest of the Russian peoples and are inseparable. The modern state of Ukraine has only existed for a short period of time. Vladimir Lenin made its current borders, Nikita Khrushchev gave Crimea to the Ukrainian SSR in 1954, and NATO Balkanized the former Soviet bloc countries in 1991, the same year I was born. The modern state of Ukraine is the same age as me, yet for around 1,000 years or more, Ukraine and Kiev were a part of Russia, a part of Orthodox Christianity, and more deep-rooted ties.

Therefore, I do not consider myself Ukrainian just the same as know I am zero percent Semitic. I reject historical abberations when it comes to my identity. I know I am a descendant of Khazarians, so I am a descendant of Caucasians who moved to the Rus’ lands. My roots range between Dagestan near the Caspian Sea to Kiev near the Black Sea.

The peoples of the Caucuses were not all Khazarians, as it was a certain clan that ruled over the rest of the multi-ethnic peoples of the region, and did so with immense oppression of the Caucasian peoples.

I may reject the Jewish religion because the original divine faith given to Moses, David, Joseph, and Jacob, peace be upon them all, would never be named after Judah, the wicked brother of Prophet Joseph who threw him in the well and sold him into slavery out of envy of his prophetic position. However, rejecting Judaism doesn’t mean I should reject the beautiful cultural tapestry of the Caucuses mountains, from the food to the traditional clothing to the Lezginka folk dances, so long as none of these cultural practices violate the laws of Islam nor the spirit of tawheed (monotheism). Nor should I reject the same beautiful cultural aspects of Russian culture which do not violate Islamic principles.

Most of my clothing is either traditional Russian peasant shirts (Kosovorotka aka Tolstoy shirt) or Iranian traditional shirts with mandarin collars. If there is a special occasion, I wear my Cherkeska (Caucasian highlander outfit, previously used as a military uniform but now just as a folk costume ranging in different styles from Azerbaijan in the southeast to Ukrainian Cossacks in the northwest) with a Georgian sword and a sheep’s wool papakha (either the big fluffy kind like Khabib Nurmagomedov or a flat cylindrical kind). Such clothing styles were created at a time where, despite various ignorances that existed, at least man was still connected to the eternal Creator (Al Hayy), whereas today many designs from clothing to architecture are designed by people who are trapped in the temporal realm.

This doesn’t mean we have to go back to living in the stone age. Islam is in favor of science, progress, and technology, but it is also a worldview that instills morality and a sense of doing good, in the true sense of the word, as best as we can for the human family. Unfortunately, the international Zionists and western liberal imperialists intentionally misuse and abuse their knowledge of science, chemistry, biology, and psychology in order to harm people.

They have weaponized nearly everything we consume — from food to medicine to health/beauty products to the water that we drink — in order to slowly kill us. Monsanto/GMOs, fluoride in toothpaste, processed cooking oils (soy, canola, corn), synthetic perfumes, fast food/sodas, and so many other things are directly responsible for the rise in cancer, diabetes, and infertility. Islam combines science and technology with morality so that whatever inventions we come up with actually improve the human condition. While many inventions have helped humanity, many other inventions such as those mentioned above have actually contributed to our regression and a decline in our health and happiness.

Additionally, aside from promoting poor physical health, the current system promotes poor spiritual health. Modern architecture, clothing styles, and modern “art” carry the spirit of meaninglessness, nihilism, and being drowed in this temporary dunya. While modern technology has made homes more durable (although many modern structures fall apart quickly due to greedy developers not wanting to invest in durable materials), have better insulation, keeps bugs/rodents out, and protects against earthquakes, at the same time their designs are void of any reminder of the eternal divine.

Of course, if buildings were too intricate, then they would be unaffordable to the masses and lead to homelessness. However, there can still be a balance between economy and beauty, and experts in architecture, engineering, and cost analysis can surely come up with a way to have the aesthetic qualities of buildings reflect a reminder of the eternal Creator without increasing costs and pricing poor people out of the market.

We don’t need to go to the past, the past was not perfect. It had a lot of ignorance, which was capitalized upon by the tyrants such as Yazid in order to prevent a righteous saint like Imam Hussain from becoming the divine ruler upon the earth. However, we should extract the many positives of the past, which was that the people were much more rooted to the eternal than they are today. Therefore, all their various designs reflected their eternal mindset. The designs of today reflect a temporal mindset.

This doesn’t mean it is bad to wear modern clothing or use modern-style furniture, especially as many people’s economic situation only enables them to purchase whatever they can afford. Therefore, the designers and manufacturers are the ones who are truly the destroyers of culture, not the average person.

These styles are a result of the soft power omnipresence of Zio-American “culture” and all its nihilism and godlessness. If we want to create a New Islamic Civilization, we have to think big, because a true civilization will affect nearly every aspect of human life through its soft power, and that includes various cultural aspects like clothing and architecture.

This understanding of the need for cultural resistance against globohomo and consumerist monoculture first hit me like a ton of bricks when I came to Russia for the first time, although in a very rudimentary understanding of the issue.

Islam is against racial supremacism as well as making one’s worldview and philosophy centered around materialism (even in non-racist forms, placing race above God is a form of idolatry), but it also does not accept this ambiguous, amorphous globalism that seeks to erase all cultures and replace it with a bland, consumerist monoculture. Allah also says that he made us into nations and tribes as His sign, so therefore the globohomo agenda seeks to erase His signs from the earth. However, Allah did not set up any race to be superior over the other, as superiority is only found in a person or nation’s faith in God and good deeds for His sake. Therefore, getting in touch with my roots — without any kind of racial supremacism or making materialism (race) the basis of my worldview — helped me with my faith because our differences are one of His signs. The earth would be boring and colorless without different languages and cultures.

I came during the winter and it was freezing, but the beauty of St. Basil’s Cathedral in the Red Square was fascinating. I was used to my birth nation America being a fake, plastic, Masonic strip mall where all the places of worship were office buildings or former McDonald’s restaurants. In the Islamic world and in the Orthodox world, the architecture has meaning and is incredibly captivating, reminding the soul of the divine and the eternal, rather than trapping us in the limited plane of the temporal.

As I am more along the lines of a Slavophile than a Kremlinophile, in that I am interested in the well-being of the Slavic peoples who are constantly subjected to NATO Balkanization and the importation of liberal cultural values to corrupt their Christian values.

While I generally support Russia in global politics, I have my criticisms of Russian policy past and present. From the occupation of Iran under the Tsar (which resulted in the martyrdom of Mirza Kuchak Khan as well as the massacre of pilgrims at the shrine of Imam Reza), to the anti-religious terrorism of the original Bolsheviks (especially Trotsky and his gang, who were later purged by Stalin), to the liberal vulture capitalism of Yeltsin (which led to poverty so severe children prostituted themselves), and finally the slow pace of Putin against the oligarchs and his timid relations with the Zionist regime, although such relations are nowhere near the master-slave relationship as it is in the US and EU, and certainly after the start of the Special Military Operation in Ukraine, relations between Russia and the Zionist entity have sharply deteriorated. However, I support the stability of the state regardless of my minor political disagreements with some policies and believe similarly to Sheikh Imran Hosein that Muslims will be on the same team as Orthodox Christians in the end times and help to fight against the Dajjal (antichrist).

However, I am more proud to be a Russian than I am to be an American. In fact, I do not even consider myself to be an American — my passport is the only thing American about me. America is like a cult: if you do not accept the Masonic liberal beliefs that the US is founded on, which is the ideological basis of the godless constitution, then you are not an American. Regardless of whatever minor issues I have with some of Russia’s policies, it must be acknowledged that the center of the Russian state capital are several ancient churches. The name of God is present within the heart of Russia. The church has a role to play in the state, even if not officially like with Iran.

But what is in the heart of America? Washington D.C. is nothing but a bunch of Satanic, Masonic monuments that open up portals to jinns and demons to affect the American society. It is a cursed country due to its straying from the path of God and having Satan at the center of its state capital. It has no culture whatsoever. That is why the term “Great Satan” is not irrational at all, it is literally true. The largest obelisk (a perverted Satanic symbol) is in the US, known as the Washington Monument. The obelisk used to be stoned by Muslim pilgrims in Mecca during Hajj and Umrah before the Saudi family built a wall around it in order to protect Satan from being insulted by millions of pilgrims a year.

Our plans to leave the US unexpectedly sped up once we found out that Press TV journalist Marzieh Hashemi was kidnapped by the FBI and placed in jail without any charges. Upon release, she stated there were many people trapped in jail under similar circumstances, but they didn’t have the fame or notoriety to generate pressure for their release. That made me realize that the US regime doesn’t only go after prominent figures, but lower-level people as well, such as myself. A big sign of this was the fact that only one other person showed up to the local Free Marzieh Hashemi rally that I organized. No one would have my back if the same were to happen to me.

I realized we needed to get moving on our hijra, as the FBI could potentially re-open a case against me in the future and use more severe measures like indefinite detention without charge or trial (legalized many years ago as an addendum to the periodical National Defense Authorization Act (NDAA)).

In May 2019, I put my foot on a plane for the sake of Allah and I have not been back to the US since.

Alhamdulillah, because we left for His sake and not for the sake of money or anything trivial, He has supported us through all our most difficult trials. Believe me, it has been incredibly difficult. For the sake of privacy, I cannot talk about many of them but Allah has seen everything.

However, the difficulty is immensly preferrable to the humiliation of living under the taghut system of the west. I hadn’t even thought about the aspect of my wali being the taghut if I live under their tutelage willingly and don’t offset my contribution to the system truly until Sheikh Farrokh Sekaleshfar began floating these ideas publicly.

While we did move for the sake of Allah and not the results that it would bring, I am happy to say that among the results include not being forced to take the Pfizer vaccine and, more recently, not being within firing range of Russian ICBMs if NATO ever provokes Russia into retaliatory nuclear strikes against the west.

Alhamdulillah that we chose to leave at the time we did. Had we taken our time like we originally intended, the situation of the COVID bioweapon and the flawed response by the same criminals who made the virus (WHO, Gates, Fauci, etc) would have made it impossible to migrate both logistically (due to travel restrictions) and financially (due to economic recession).

We experimented with a handful of countries before eventually winding up in the Islamic Republic of Iran, and better that way since our difficulties and experiences matured us and gave us wisdoms that we would have otherwise not learned, especially for my case since I was deprived of some of the most basic life skills as a child and teenager, as the only thing I was taught how to do was listen to Satanic movies and watch inappopriate Hollywood films.

We spent around a year in Lebanon since my wife was enrolled in university where she could finally study without being subjected to LGBTQP propaganda. However, it wasn’t the economic situation and the electricity situation that caused us to leave, rather it is the fact that Lebanon has a combination of some of the purest souls in the world with some of the most rotten souls in the world, as well as those in between.

Because we are foreigners, naturally we got a pretty bad sample size of the population that does not represent the actual ratio of good to corrupt people, so I don’t mean to exaggerate and stress that these are our own personal experiences related to our unique circumstances. We have no problem for those who are apprehensive of us due to security reasons, and we were happy to help alleviate concerns, and certainly people who have something to hide will eventually be found out.

However, many average people who either ignored us (to leave us lonely despite being brothers/sisters in faith) or took advantage of us financially (which also makes us feel alone as well) were not concerned about security issues, but rather were motivated by asabiyya (racism, tribalism) and/or greed.

“Whosoever possesses in his heart ‘asabiyyah (prejudice in any of its forms such as tribalism, racism, etc.) even to the extent of a mustard seed, God will raise him on the Day of Resurrection with the (pagan) Bedouins of the Jahiliyyah (the pre-Islamic era).”

Prophet Muhammad (S), according to a reliable hadith from Imam Jafar as-Sadiq (as)
Source: Usul al-Kafi, Vol. 3, Page 419

The financial situation in Lebanon is an absolute hell thanks to the machinations of the US and “israel” who failed at the military war, thus resorted to soft war.

We do not villify anyone who is truly desperate. But there were many people who cheated us who were not desperate at all, especially the lawyer we had who organized my trading license so I could source products for my business from local manufacturers. He also offered to do our residency cards, but cleverly exploited us to pay an ungodly amount of money for them, suddenly increasing the price just as our temporary visas were about to expire, knowing that we had put so much into our move and didn’t want to ditch it all and start from scratch. We didn’t even have the money, so we had to borrow the money in order to cover his insane price hike.

At the same time, we cannot deny that we have met some of the purest people on earth, and that they are not a tiny minority either. If they were, then Lebanon would have fallen to the Zionists. They are the glue that keeps the country together and prevents the honorless, corrupt among them who would sell their own mothers, let alone their country, from having their shameless vision of inviting the genocidal Zionist regime to occupy their country once more realized. We don’t let our skewed sample size of the population cause us to deny this reality.

We love Lebanon and its people and hope that the American-Zionist schemes that drive it into economic catastrophe are lifted very soon and that its honorless politicians who happily sell their own country to hostile powers who wish to enslave it (who have a history of slaughtering thousands of their fellow countrymen) are replaced by those who do not bow before the diktats of the Satanic regimes, especially the Zionist entity and American ambassador.

Alhamdulillah, this is my attitude towards Islam and the Ummah as a whole. I have never been swayed by hypocrites and bad actors, no matter how difficult it is and how much pain they cause me. American Muslims are no better, although some arrogant Western Muslims would love to place an orientalist narrative to paint West Asia as terminally corrupt while the Muslims in the West are enlightened and pure.

I see Islam for what it is, and do not judge my acceptance of divine truths based on the behavior of its nominal adherents. The bigger the treasure, the bigger the responsibility, and the easier it is to fail at said responsibility. There is no bigger treasure than the combination of the Qur’an and Ahlul Bayt (as), so it makes sense that the Shi’a community is often filled with more corruption, mismanagement, hypocrisy, and drama, as it tests the real from the fake, and who is worthy of carrying such a heavy responsibility. And it isn’t all bad, I don’t intend to exaggerate our weak points and overshadow our many positive points.

Especially for a convert, I am subjected to such horrible treatments. I am not perfect myself either, as I have made many mistakes and I know I have hurt people in the past, but I know that much of the mistreatment I face from others is due to hasad (envy). I really am not on a high level of faith to be envied, but for some reason, some people may think of my level as high and instead of lifting themselves up to the level they think I am at (which I am not), especially given my short time period within the faith compared to their lifetime of an inherited faith, they resort to tearing me down, exploiting my shortcomings in order to humiliate a believer, and sadly sometimes this happens publicly. I am truly grateful for those who try to help me overcome my shortcomings in a positive manner, seeking to lift me up, often turning to me privately rather than publicly shaming me, so that I may gain closer proximity to Allah SWT.

Naturally, this brings us back to the beginning of this story – my historic visit to the border of Palestine and Lebanon. The closest I can go without selling my soul to the devil and the antichrist.

I have the potential to live in America, but I reject it. I have the potential to gain “israeli” citizenship, but I reject it. All what people dream of getting in this lowly material world is at my fingertips, but I reject it. All in all, I really am not special for doing so. This world is so corrupt and backwards that the most simplest of acts may seem outstanding by comparison, but I really have not done any big feat at all.

We still had a few belongings left over that were left as a trust with our friends that we needed to sort out so that we aren’t a burden to others and that they don’t have a right upon us.

During this trip, one of our dear friends made us feel more welcomed as brothers/sisters in faith than the entire time we had lived there. They only found out quite late — shortly before our move to Iran — about some of the abuses we were put through by those who saw us as ATM machines instead of as being equals under the banner of Imam Hussain (as) and alhamdulillah they showed us the spirit of Medina under the Prophet (S) and Imam Ali (as) — whereby the Meccan muhajireen were paired in a brotherhood with a member of the native people of Medina, except for the Prophet who was paired with Imam Ali, a spirit which we had been searching for, even if at first unknowingly, since the time we placed our feet on the plane for the sake of God.

Thanks to this spirit, I was able to experience a life event which is a centerpiece to my 31-year-long life journey and which brings closure to this difficult path on the road of truth. They decided to take us to the border of Palestine.

We first went to the Khiam Prison Historical Museum, where the Zionist entity held a notoriously brutal and unjust prison, exclusively filled with those who were defending their homeland and religion from the barbaric Zionist occupiers — something that is not a crime. In fact, the prison wardens were the criminals holding the innocent in their torture chambers.

To think of how many people suffered and were deprived of their life and freedom so that their land could be free, so we could walk freely on this land and so the nightmare of torture and occupation could be over, was heavy on our shoulders.

However, it was also a sign of hope because this dark period only lasted 18 years. Thanks to the men of God who bravely resisted using the most simplest of means against one of the world’s well-armed militaries, the occupation’s temporary status was exposed for the world. Finally, an Arab resistance defeated the Zionist occupiers and pushed them out of their land with an unconditional withdrawal. The first of many crushing defeats of the Zionist entity which alhamdulillah continues to this very day as they get weaker and weaker, nearing their total and final demise.

It’s hard to imagine being one of the people who sat in those cells for years, not knowing when the divine help will come, until one day they arise to the sounds of “Allahu akbar” and suddenly their family, friends, and countrymen pour into this den of darkness to then bust down the prison doors and show these imprisoned innocents the sweet air of true freedom — not the fake “freedom” of being enslaved to carnal desires as the west shoves down the throats of the peoples of the world — for the first time in ages.

The closest I had ever been to Palestine before this was the Mleeta Museum, which was opened by the Hezbollah cultural organization in order to commemorate the heroes who helped to liberate Lebanon from the Zionist aggressors.

Coming to the Palestine border made us realize that such scenes of the people pouring over the former boundary lines of the Zionist occupation will repeat itself very soon, this time for the temporary boundary between Lebanon and occupied Palestine.

We stopped on the eastern side of the border, close to Syria and Jordan. This side doesn’t have a major concrete wall as what you see when you go towards the sea. We could see the illegitimate villas of the “israeli” occupiers from the hill you can stand on before the road that only the UN occupiers of south Lebanon are allowed to travel on.

With our large Palestinian flags, my wife and I began shouting various slogans in Arabic (including the Ansarallah slogan) and Farsi at the occupiers. It was a Sunday, so the occupiers were probably at home for the weekend.

CLICK HERE TO WATCH THE VIDEO OF THE CONFRONTATION.

My eyesight isn’t the best at far distances, but I could see something small moving along the road on occupied Palestine’s side of the fence. My throat began to wear out from yelling so loud, so I turned around to take a break.

All of a sudden, one of our friends told us to turn around and look, that someone was talking to us. I could make out a small figure standing right against the fence. He got so emotionally triggered, he came up to the fence to yell right back at us! Only Allah knows what kind of absurd, neurotic blabber he was saying and what baseless logical fallacies he employed to defend his wicked existence as an occupier, but he was so insecure at a simple flag and some yelling from a long distance away, he flipped out.

South Lebanon is generally a blessed land and has been witness to many miracles, from the footsteps of Jesus Christ to the heroic operations that led to the liberation of the land. Due to the increased mercy and support from Allah in these lands, perhaps He employed the wind in our favor to carry our voices in the direction of occupied Palestine so that we could more effectively “hurl truth against falsehood,” to borrow a phrase from the Holy Qur’an (21:18). “…And you did not throw when you threw, rather, it was Allah who threw.” (Holy Qur’an, 8:17)

Conversely, we couldn’t hear his ranting, which means the wind in his side of the fence was not being carried towards us.

Despite being breathless from the previous round of chanting, we gained a second wind and began to chant more slogans in English, Arabic, and Farsi.

While this action is nothing compared to those from this region who have actually sacrificed their lives to stand against the world’s greatest terrorists, be it the Zionist occupiers or the NATO occupiers, it is a blessing to know that we ruined this criminal occupier’s weekend and that only some days later he had to once again have his peace ruined by running to shelters in fear of any Palestinian factions in Lebanon or Hezbollah themselves joining in on the “Revenge of the Free” retaliatory operation.

That incident of confronting a Zionist occupier was incredibly beautiful because it shows how insecure these people are about their whole genocidal project. They can’t maintain their occupation naturally, so they have to commit layer after layer of heinous crimes in addition to using the media to deceive the masses so that their reign may be artificially propped up. Ethnically cleansing Palestine during the Nakba of 1948; relying on a well-organized Zionist lobby in the US which existed before the establishment of the Zionist entity and grew more powerful especially after the Mossad assassinated President John F. Kennedy; carrying out the false flag attack of 11 September 2001, killing thousands of Americans and then in turn killing millions of innocent people across West Asia and North Africa, in addition to the economic poverty and social instability such wars create; guilt-tripping the world by sharing a largely mythical narrative about the events of World War 2; spreading pornography to destroy the family, denegrate the noble position of women in society, and turn people into selfish, immoral zombies; and constantly massacring Palestinian people in what remains of their land to this day.

If they need that many tricks, from bloodshed to deception, in order to maintain their existence, then it is clear that this occupation entity is a temporary one, and that in spite of its illegal nuclear arsenal, it is “weaker than a spider’s web,” as Sayed Hasan Nasrallah famously said.

The whole altercation between us and the Zionist occupier was also a bit hilarious for me as it reminded me of the internet meme of the “crying soyjack” vs. the unfazed “yes Chad.” As soon as I got home that night, I immediately went to Photoshop to make a cartoon meme depiction of our confrontation.

After stopping by the site of the heroic operation of Martyr Amer “Abu Zainab” Kalakesh (ra), we proceeded westwards where we can get right up close to the border with Palestine.

The feeling for me became more intense since I was right next to our beloved Palestine. This began to felt as if it was one of the main centerpieces of my life, on par with my accepting Islam, discovering Ahlul Bayt, going to ziyarat of Imam Hussain, getting married, leaving the US for the sake of Allah, and perhaps in the future going to Hajj and becoming a father.

Add to that list visiting Masjid al Aqsa after the liberation of Palestine, hopefully to pray behind Imam Mahdi (aj) and Jesus (as). I have had a handful of vivid dreams where I am floating around the holy mosque of Al Quds – pray that Allah keeps me guided on the right path and that I never stray, as I’m sure Shaytan wants to drown me in my sins so that I may never see my dream as a reality.

It felt as if my whole life was leading up to this point, to confirm that I am on the right side of history, both literally and figuratively, since I came to Palestine on the right side of the fence as a believer and an enemy of the Zionists, rather than on the other side of the fence, as an enemy of God and an illegitimate occupier of Palestine. As soon as I put my hand on the wall, an immense inner peace came over me — it was definitely a life-affirming event.

The wall had many beautiful murals depicting the real heroes and role models that the Zionist media has deprived a large chunk humanity of due to their rutheless slander and misrepresentation, from Martyr Qassem Soleimani to Martyr Imad Mughniyeh to Martyr Mustafa “Sayed Zulfiqar” Badriddine. This is the real land of the free, home of the brave — America surely has never been such!

We then went further westward where you can go above the illegitimate temporary dividing wall that the occupation put up. There are some excellent places to stop and overlook occupied Palestine while having a snack and tea. We stopped at one of them and there was a pair of binoculars to look into the occupied lands.

One of our friends placed a pile of stones on the ground. I didn’t realize we were a stone’s throw away from occupied Palestine. I played baseball as a kid in elementary school, and just as I was starting to get good at throwing baseball, I didn’t continue the sport. It has been perhaps two decades since I last played, so my throwing technique wasn’t totally on point.

After many attempts, I could finally hit the top of the fence with a stone, but I really wanted to throw one over the top to perhaps hit a Zionist occupation soldier — probably asleep on his post after smoking too much weed, a common practice among occupation soldiers as has been revealed by some Lebanese journalists who photograph occupation soldiers — directly on the head.

All of a sudden, an older gentleman with gray hair comes over and picks up one of the stones. In his first attempt, he throws it right over the fence directly into occupied Palestine! He definitely put me to shame, mashaAllah. I guess I need more sessions at the zoorkhaneh, Farsi for “house of strength,” which is a traditional-style Iranian gym which uses wooden weights and often carries a spiritual environment given the many verses of Qur’an or names of Ahlul Bayt written on the walls. Unlike modern gyms which have a spirit of individualism, the fitness sessions in zoorkhaneh are held in groups and there is an immense sense of brotherhood among the regular attendees. God willing, with enough physical self-improvement, next time I’ll be able to get it over the fence.

We then headed back from the border area to visit some olive groves as well as an ancient castle which the “israelis” occupied but was later liberated by the resistance. It was an incredibly beautiful day that I don’t think could ever be replicated. All praise is due to Allah for placing such priceless experiences in my life — inshaAllah there are some wisdoms and lessons that others can benefit from as I relate my story.

The following day was also just as special, as we visited the home of Hajja Walaa Hammoud, a mother of a martyr. Her son, Shaheed Hussain Hammoud (ra), was martyred in Syria at the age of 20 years old on Arbaeen, earning him the title “Shaheedul Arbaeen.” Yet by his pictures, he seems like a full grown man and has an incredible noor on his face.

Perhaps it is the healthy Lebanese diet which does not inhibit testosterone in men, unlike the American Masonic diet which is intentionally designed to cause imbalance in the body, that someone at 20 years old can look like that.

However, it is also a matter of having a pure soul that causes a person to look like that, especially with the heavenly noor shining off of his face in every picture. In the era of the false “choice” between the two western extremes of the absolutely emasculated beta male or the neo-masculine reaction that literally views women as property, our martyrs are proper role models for those who wish to truly embody the divine masculine aspects that the Ahlul Bayt demonstrated in their character. Shaheed Hussain is no exception and the stories that Hajja Walaa had to tell demonstrated his godly qualities and sincerity.

The whole time I was at a loss for words, I felt like my mouth and tongue were stuck. Only tears could do the speaking for me. I didn’t feel worthy of being a guest in her home. But she treated us as if we were not strangers at all. Her neighborhood was in one of the poorer areas of Dahiye, yet I felt the presence of God, the presence of love, and the presence of virtue in these streets, and her home especially, than I ever felt in the well-off areas of the middle class/upper middle class towns of Southern California.

The societies of the west, including eastern countries like Japan and South Korea, are the manifestation of the hadith from Imam Sadiq (as) about this world being like drinking ocean water. These societies are designed to empty the heart, while the short time I spent in this honorable mother’s home filled my heart more than many years of my life combined.

Hajja also comes from a background of media and journalism while also being a talented a poet and a novelist, and likewise her son was also eloquent with the pen. She made a few books of poetry after his martyrdom, and gave us a copy. She took his own stamp that he used to sign letters and other such things with and stamped it inside the pages of our copy. My heart dropped when she did that, it was such an honor. The martyrs are alive and I felt that Shaheed Hussain had personally organized this gathering and had mercy on me to befriend me in spite of all my shortcomings.

She showed us the boots that he was martyred in which still have droplets of blood on them. Of the few words I managed to speak on that day, was that I noticed a profound meaning in these boots. I said, that whatever beautiful lines of poetry he had composed in his life time, due to the teachings of his mother, the most beautiful lines of poetry he ever wrote are that which he wrote on these boots through the ink of his blood.

He gave his life at such an early age to save his country and his religion from the scourge of ISIS. Such a Mossad/CIA-hatched terrorist group was a threat to peoples’ lives as well as a threat to the noble religion of Islam, given their barbaric actions being done in the name of Islam and the Zionist media using such horrific images to further slander our religion.

He not only saved Lebanon, but the whole world who would have been endangered by this ruthless group. After all, the Mossad and CIA may create a monster and control that monster throughout its lifetime, but sometimes the monster acts independently of their masters’ orders from time to time. Such a lawless group could have easily caused much havoc to innocent people in the west as a result of what their own governments funded.

Yet, due to Zionist media lies and propaganda, people of the world do not know who their own heroes are. They don’t know the sacrifices that Shaheed Hussain made for them, although his concern was earning the satisfaction of God, regardless of what the people think. The Zionist media feeds the western people the fakest of role models, to the point where — due to having no real heroes — they rely on heroes from movies and cartoons, who don’t exist in real life and are played by actors who are putting on a face for large sums of money.

Instead of being celebrated as heroes which is the right of these martyrs, the Zionist media labels them as “terrorists,” despite the fact that the Zionists and imperialists are themselves the biggest terrorists who fund junior terrorist groups like ISIS as their proxies.

God willing, we will soon publish a piece about the life of Shaheed Hussain to give a glimpse into his character and hopefully it will be a source of inspiration so we can try to implement such character traits in our own lives as well.

Hajja said that myself and my wife should think of her as our own mother, and that she really meant it. It is a huge mercy for someone like me who has a complicated relationship with his own family in addition to being estranged from his birth nation to be granted a family who relates to me and supports me in this Hussaini path. Alhamdulillah, I am grateful, but I hope she is prepared for what comes with the territory of having me as like her own son. My family and close friends know to well how, to the extent that I can afford, I shower them with the strangest of gifts: fluoride-free natural toothpaste, natural soaps/perfumes, and natural medicine. Protecting my loved ones from the low-intensity biological warfare is how I express my care and compassion, as strange and unusual as it may be.

This whole experience for me is equivalent to the experience that Martyr Malcolm X (ra) experienced when he went on Hajj for the first time, in that it gave me immense personal closure as well as motivation to take the principles I have learned and apply them to my daily life so that I may strengthen my resolve and commitment to the cause of divine justice on earth.

I ask everyone to pray for me that Allah keeps me guided on this path and that I do not succumb to the temptations of the devil who plays on the weaknesses of my nafs. Whether someone is born into a Muslim family or converts to Islam from a non-Muslim family, we all have the potential to soar to great heights, or sink to the lowest of lows. Without being constantly vigilant over our souls, we could easily forget who we are and what Allah made us to be, and waste all our potential over nothing.

Alhamdulillah, I am happy in the Islamic Republic of Iran. Despite its various shortcomings — often due to liberal elitist officials from previous administrations copy/pasting neoliberal policies of the west (especially economics, diet/nutrition, and a few other fields) instead of following Islamic wisdom which is based not on conjecture, but deep understanding of how the world works, such as the economic writings of Martyr Ayatollah Muhammad Baqir as-Sadr (ra) or Imam Musa as-Sadr — it is a haven of sanity, faith, and a society that is connected to eternity.

Iran, and the Islamic Ummah as a whole, is also blessed to have an honorable Leader who bows before no one but Allah, who is neither a powerless figurehead nor an overbearing tyrant, but a perfect balance in which he governs and guides the society while still giving enough room for people to learn their lessons from the mistakes of the past (such as JCPOA) so that they will willingly go in the right direction, which will create a strong foundation for policies, rather than forcing them to go a certain way, which will make them quietly want to eventually implement destructive liberal policies. Can’t even draw a comparison between Imam Khamenei and the pedophile leaders of the west and the international Zionist network.

Whatever difficulties I have had is pale in comparison to the bullet I have dodged by withstanding nearly two years of pressure to get an experimental mRNA vaccine whose horrific side effects have been documented and its early critics to have tragically and unfortunately been proven right. Additionally, I dodged an eternal bullet by not ruining my soul by having the taghuti system of the US and international Zionism as my wali. When taken into account that nuclear escalation has taken place since the UK gave depleted uranium shells to Ukraine — which Russia recently blew up this month — then I have also dodged another bullet by being far away from the range of Russia’s nuclear missiles, shall NATO ever push Russia into retaliatory nuclear strikes.

“I had a happy life in US and had all facilities, but I gave up all the pleasures and triple divorced the world. I didn’t want to live with capitalists and oppressors in this world, breathe next to them, and sell my knowledge to them for money and well-being.”

Martyr Mustafa Chamran (ra)

It is my hope that one day immigration policy in the Islamic Republic of Iran will be based on a visionary approach to recreate the spirit of Medina by being more open towards Islamic migration (aka “moral refugees”) who are seeking to escape the rainbow flag liberal tyranny of the west, who is actively at war with Islam. However, due to modern challenges such as security issues with potential spies and infiltrators, the policy can balance the brotherhood of Medina with the security that is needed to make sure that only legitimate muhajireen enter the country, to avoid a repeat of the Catherine Shakdam scenario.

At the same time, quotas should be set so that Iranians remain the demographic majority of the country, not just because it is the right thing to do as they are the natives of this land, but because the enemy will make use of petty nationalism — for simple, ignorant-minded people who do not yet see the Islamic Ummah as one body — to create a fitna against the immigrants if the number of non-Iranians approaches 50% of the total population. In reality, the number of muhajireen will be small and in total should be limited to less than 5%-10% at best, if the presence of quotas causes only quality believers to be accepted into the country. Experts in immigration policy, national security, as well as Islamic historians can figure out the best way to create such a Medina-like immigration policy that balances security with brotherhood.

Given that the Jewish Talmud places a death sentence for people like me — I believe the term is “am-haaretz” who are “race traitors” to the so-called “chosen” people — I understand that, like Malcolm X, I am a dead man walking, so long as I stay on this path. However, this is a true life. If I were to leave this path and sell my soul, I would be truly dead in both this world and the next. By killing my ego and coming to Allah, I have gained eternal life because the soul lives forever, but any outcome other than heaven is an eternity of being living dead.

Therefore, I know that eventually I will come under fire from the Zionist lobby. They have already attacked me twice. However, that is their nature. Their hearts are sealed and there is no way for them to come to the light of God. They are imprisoned by their service to the devil and that is the reality we must deal with.

What is truly tragic is that I know that sadly I will also continue to be subject to slander, backbiting, public humiliation, and other sorts of attacks from other Muslims. I know I have shortcomings and I act poorly sometimes, but those who are sincere will advise me on my conduct privately, with respect, and will honestly describe what I had done, rather than exaggerating what I did or even outright lying about what my actions were. Those who opt for public humiliation, if they think I am the worst person on earth, should at least prove that they are better by adhering to the justice of Imam Ali (as). Lying and public humiliation are not indicators that someone fears their Lord. We all make mistakes, especially in heated moments of anger, but to deliberately do something wrong and continue doing so even after the normal period for anger to subside is a sign of problems with faith.

However, I am grateful that over the years I have had many reconcilations with those whom I had previously had conflict with. Allah loves such things and the Ummah only suffers when we throw each other under the bus for no good reason. Our Imam needs followers who will not be distracted by petty squabbles — leave divisions and mutiny for the enemy camp to be consumed by.

Many times it is due to misunderstandings. Hopefully knowing my story and walking a day in my shoes may help to clarify my motivations, one of which is my desire to be on the right side of history and not betray Imam Mahdi nor Jesus, the latter of which has a very distinct enemy who rejected him the first time, and most of them (except a few) will reject him a second time. This is only a shortened version of my life story, there are so many other memories and stories that I would have liked to recount, but I don’t want to drown the reader, and there are some stories that I cannot recount because Allah doesn’t like for believers to embarass themselves by airing out their past sins that they have repented for. I have only shared a small amount of my past evils for the sake of gaining lessons from it, not for humiliating myself.

“‘Alas! Had my people only known for what my Lord forgave me and made me one of the honoured ones!’”

Holy Qur’an, Sura Yasin, Aya 26-27

It’s not a surprise that many people do misunderstand me. After all, everything I do seems “crazy” to many people. I can’t just eat any food, I must spend at least 30 minutes extra in the grocery stores reading the ingredients on the labels to check for poisons that the Satanic western corporations have snuck in; I wear strange traditional clothing made of natural materials; I can’t just use any toothpaste; I prefer to use herbal medicine first and pharmaceutical medicine as a last resort (except in cases of severe emergencies); left the “paradise” of America for the most sanctioned country on earth; am proud to voice my moral support for the noble and righteous Islamic resistance; use traditional-style wooden furniture and natural wool rugs; prefer Iranian-made products over foreign brands; and many more such things that people would call “crazy.”

In the gnostical poetry of Iran — Saadi, Hafez, Rumi, etc. — they use the term “crazy” often. But it is not in the actual sense of someone who has lost their mind, rather it is in the sense of someone who is crazy for Allah. Yes, Islam places a great emphasis on rationality, but rationality did not cause the saints of Ashura to support Imam Hussain. Rather it was a level above that called ‘ishq which is a passionate love. It’s foundation is rationality but it is not limited by it. It gains its beliefs through rationality but then soars to the heavens freely above it. This is a good kind of crazy, and especially in this sick world, who wouldn’t want to be “crazy” when pedophilia has been all but officially normalized?

“Your faith is not complete until people call you ‘crazy.'”

– Maytham at-Tammar, a companion of Imam Ali
Dialogue from the Iranian TV series Mukhtar Narrative – it is not clear if the actual Maytham said such a thing but the principle is indeed true nonetheless

Pray for me that Allah guides me in my journey of conquering my lowly self to the point where I am worthy of martyrdom at some point in my life. I have not yet become a father, to raise a child for the sake of Allah so that he or she may become a flag-bearer for Imam Mahdi, and that is probably the only thing I want out of this world, and everything I do is geared towards that goal, which is for the sake of serving Allah through this medium of childraising.

If Allah deems it best for me for fatherhood to not be bestowed to me, then I hope for martyrdom sooner, if I am even worthy of it. If Allah does bless me to become a father, then I hope to only be kept away from the sweetness of martyrdom (if I am worthy) so that I may spend enough time in my children’s formative years so that I leave a permanent impression on them so that they carry on what good there was about me, and learn from my bad aspects and mistakes, so that they can continue on the Hussaini path without my physical presence.

The enemies of God and humanity would be foolish to give me the best gift of all, as that would make me more powerful than I am in this mortal form. Once I am no longer physically present, that does not mean I am not alive. Martyrs are very much alive, and they can still take on the enemies of Islam but conversely, the enemies are not able to fire any weapons at the living soul of a martyr. The martyr has an invincible armor that the enemies cannot defeat.

If I am martyred before the liberation of Palestine, pray that I can be raised in the raj’at, which is a minor resurrection during the reappearance of Imam Mahdi, in which the most good people will be raised back to life (so that they may be able to live up to their true potential which was cut short by being martyred or being suppressed but dying normally) and the most evil people will be raised back as well (to get the true earthly punishment that they evaded through death, before dying once more to get the eternal punishment of the next world).

As a side note, I recently met my parents in person for the first time in many years since leaving the US. Despite the difficulty and pain, it was my duty and I swallowed my tongue for His sake, despite the fact that my father has not expressed remorse for exposing my brother and I to indecent media as children, nor do I sense that he has abandoned his Zionist worldview (he only hides it in our presence and has given up on pressuring us due to our resilience). Additionally, Allah has really humbled him through his current health situation, so due to him being sick I don’t want to get into any arguments, it’s no use anymore. My wife and I kissed my mother’s hand both when we first saw her and then when we left to the airport. If any of my detractors — be they Zionists or those among Muslims with a sickness like hasad in their hearts — want to label me as “antisemitic,” go tile the sea. They are only attacking a strawman they have built for themselves, not the real me.

God willing, I hope to complete a full-legnth autobiography, although it may take some time to fully complete. It will be titled Out of Darkness Into Light which is derived from Ayatul Kursi of the Holy Qur’an, which discusses how Allah is the wali of the faithful. However, those whose wali is the taghut, they are brought out of the light into the darkness — let us pray that our actions are such that Allah is our wali, because we could easily switch from one section of the aya to the other if we are careless about our souls.

The book will only mention a few of my good and bad deeds, because I do not want to boast about my good actions nor do I want to humiliate myself due to my bad actions for no reason. I would only share a handful of some for the purpose of education and gaining lessons. Everything else is witnessed by Allah to reward or punish me for. Additionally, I will do my best to leave out the names of people in various stories in my life, even in cases where I was wronged, because I do not want a long-lasting legacy like an autobiography to be a platform for petty vendettas, grudges, and revenge, as that grudges are a spiritual illness according to Islamic philosophy. I do not want to violate other peoples’ privacy through telling the story of my life. InshaAllah it is a worthy effort and offers some benefits and wisdoms to the reader.

InshaAllah, may we all pray together in Masjid al Aqsa.