Why I hate “Islamic State”
For San Bernardino and Beirut, Ankara and Bataclan, Bardo and Baghdad
For Russian children blown out of the sky over Sinai
For Bennetta who fled the Ayatollahs in Iran but was killed by jihadis in SoCal
For Jim and Steven, Alan and Kenji, Kayla and Mu’ath
For thousands of Syrians, of Kurds, of Assyrians who met the same fate but whose names we will never know
For slain Iraqis like Samira Saleh Al Naimi who stood, and who fell, in Mosul
For the doctor Ghada Shafeeq and the nurse Samer Qasem
For the lawyers Nihal Ibrahim, Zainab Wa’ad and Rana Abdul Sattar who worked together in the court of appeal of Nineveh, until they were arrested together and executed
For the women beheaded for adultery by men engaging in rape
For the shrouds they want to wrap around women who are still alive
For the Yazidi girls sold into slavery at 10 dollars a piece
For the tarnished name of Islam, my grandfather’s Islam, that they have dragged through mud, through blood in the name of a “state”
For the way they represent Muslim failures and American blunders
Because Jihadi John and Syed Farook were not human, but our sons just the same
Because there is no word but hate for them, for all they were and did
Because we can have no hope for their redemption
Because they make people hate Muslims and fear Islam, because they make Muslims fear for Islam
Because no Paradise they could have dreamed of would ever be anything but hell.
The only virgins waiting will line up to avenge their own.
If they are “Islamic”, what they call apostasy is the only answer.
If they are a state, rebellion is the only hope.
My unbrotherly brothers, we will stand against you.
We will stand with those who defy you.
God is Great, but you are not.