“Honesty,” he stated, a puss in boots half-way into the mud, “Is the only policy in the face of tyrany. We can try to build bridges with words, but what happens when politeness and civility is weaponized?”
“Ah, the old trap- ‘I refuse to observe nor treat the wound because the sight of blood offends me,” Replied the second cat in the Swamp, too covered in mud to discern.
The first cat replied, some of his fur was clearly gray: “When taking offense at a word or pointed expression, are those words depicting harms against God or unpleasant exclamations to indicate natural regional speaking cadence and emphasis?”
“Well, of course, nothing against God.” Replied the muddy kitty, “I am attempting to make a stand against 1984-type censorship that expands past religious influence to enforce. To say the word “Fuck” has nothing to do with insulting Allah, to ask God to bring damnation…? Something else entirely and to be avoided entirely.”
“Ah, to remain a kitty cat of Haqq rather than a sanitized version of man pretending at perfection as most do for the delight and comfort of others” The grayish cat lamented.
“Comfort and delight of others is irrelevant when people message me when they are tortured, poisoned, enslaved, or trying to get one over on me because they would rather attack me for existing rather than dialogue since I no longer speak unauthentically. I am a product of my environment –” replied muddycat.
” if Dawah only is only given to the polite, then every Shaykh whom follows such edicts fails those they ignored for not approaching with the secret handshake of socially polite Adab,” they continued, “which far easier to return when it is extended first after harms, rather than further critique of expression.”
“I remind you, there is only one God, that is not in debate.” growled graycat.
Muddycat growled back “I left Islam and was returned to it- Islam has me; I am not aspiring to practice my faith in God in a way that placates, impresses, or strives to emulate those whom have harmed or enabled harms towards me and those like me.”
Greycat de-escalated with, ” I simply place my faith in Allah as I write. Human beings are fickle, easily offended by truth, and only selectively caring when their quality of life or world view is supported or threatened.
May Allah prove me mistaken.”
…and they continued through the swamp- there was no closer way to the gates of Alaraf.
Just because you fall off the bridge Al Sirat, doesn’t mean the journey is over.
Keep your pawpads clean.
The Chronicals of Alaraf 