In the summer of my youth before I lost all my teeth and my full head of hair, long before your father discharged himself into your mother to create you, I attended a Dawah course run by Ahmed Deedat on how to convert the People of the Book, the mushrikun, and all God's chillun. Back then I was a Tablighi and liked to rub shoulders with celebrity sheikhs.
The event was taped by an Islamic centre and there was a fee to get in. For the cost of a restaurant meal one got a face to face tutorial from the most seasoned Muslim apologist chock full of practical handouts with nifty titles such as "Karbaashing the Zionist-Crusaders" and "How To Win Debates with Spikey-Haired Lesbian Feminists With More Piercings Than A Dartboard". Or something like that.
The joint was jumping with a lot of excitable young wadaads fired up by the live gig, the flowing vimto which looked liked wine but wasn't, and a good time was had by all.
Here's my problem: In a fit of religious intoxication I strode up to the microphone during the Q & A in full view of the cameras and posed a question to the vindaloo smelling Indian buffoon. An extensive Google search notwithstanding I've never actually seen the video, whether I feature in it, or even if the Salafi gang ever got around to distribute the tape, but somehow I think it might come to bite me in the ass and wreck my secular image when I bag the Nobel Prize for defeating the donkey screwing towelheads of the Wahabbi fitna .
What are your regrets?
The event was taped by an Islamic centre and there was a fee to get in. For the cost of a restaurant meal one got a face to face tutorial from the most seasoned Muslim apologist chock full of practical handouts with nifty titles such as "Karbaashing the Zionist-Crusaders" and "How To Win Debates with Spikey-Haired Lesbian Feminists With More Piercings Than A Dartboard". Or something like that.
The joint was jumping with a lot of excitable young wadaads fired up by the live gig, the flowing vimto which looked liked wine but wasn't, and a good time was had by all.
Here's my problem: In a fit of religious intoxication I strode up to the microphone during the Q & A in full view of the cameras and posed a question to the vindaloo smelling Indian buffoon. An extensive Google search notwithstanding I've never actually seen the video, whether I feature in it, or even if the Salafi gang ever got around to distribute the tape, but somehow I think it might come to bite me in the ass and wreck my secular image when I bag the Nobel Prize for defeating the donkey screwing towelheads of the Wahabbi fitna .
What are your regrets?