You GOTTA pay the price!

I came to Qatar with a very very open mind. You'll believe that if you trawl into the archives of The Qatar Diary.

But I realise I was harping of a fantasy, of an unrealistic dream, which I hoped was reality, which I thought should be, and is, for it's the right way... to think.

The things I have seen here, the stuff I have heard, the meaningless life here - all of it forces me to believe I was a non-believer. A non-believer of people who told me that Muslims are crazy closed-minded people, who are capable of anything.

It was hard to believe every person born into a Muslim family thought the same as those perverting the very meaning of Islam.

Like Annckay in a comment for my previous post says: "Islamic laws have always been fair....it is the society and the interpretation of Islamic laws by the government of the country that made it harsh."

It's wrong - let me say that again - WRONG - to believe every Muslim is bad or crazy or every Muslim hates who they call "infidels". But it's also wrong to believe that a "few" (!!) people using the name of the religion to cause chaos, destruction, and bloodbaths around the globe cannot have their entire community be blamed or held responsible.

It's worth a thought, which once I refused to believe, accept rather. Why does every terrorsit attack, or killing, or even robbery (in India), or a street fight have to have a Muslim name involved in it?

Walk into the police stations and you'll know what I am saying. Their files are full with the Syeds and Mohomads and Iqbals. Why?

It's not that every Muslim is like that, some do manage to break away, but their upbringing leaves a lot to be desired.

Everytime I hear the sound of the Azaan, which I once loved, all I can think of is the man standing behind Eugene Armstrong reading out his verses before slicing the innocent American's neck off his shoulders.

Till date, I am 24, a complete non-vegetarian, if I see a chicken being cut in front of me I cannot eat it. I cannot.

But Muslim kids, as young as four, five, six grow up seeing goats' heads being sliced off. They run behind the butchers to see another one being cut. The jump up and clap, while the butcher is at work. They rejoice seeing a life being cut short.

Blood means nothing to them. They've grown up seeing all of it flow everywhere, all around where they play their evening games.

It's worth a thought.

I am not saying there aren't people who pervert Christianity, or Hinduism, or Sikhism in the name of God. There most certainly are.

Maybe I don't know half the things that are happening in this world because I can't see them, but I have never come across such gruesome murders like Armstrong or Daniel Pearl by any 'other people'.

Have you?

It's disgusting. I feel disgusted that I am having to talk like this. This is so not me, leave alone judging people by their religion, to even mention religion.

But I somehow understand when Americans hate Muslims, when people the world over avoid them.

I completely understand. It isn't that every Muslim is bad. It's coz they gotta pay for the doings of certain sick and mentally abnormal people who are abusing their religion.

And their people, who might be innocent, have to pay for it. That's the way it goes, no matter how harsh it sounds. They just have to pay the price.

And really it's their fault.

They just can't fucking sit around in their shells and blame people for holding the entire community responsible for a few people's crimes. That's what they do, just sit around and bullshit.

It's them who've got to stand up and fight. By bullshitting in their small tiny microscopic countries, watching a few Muslims do what they have been taught to do, they're not serving any purpose.

This arrogant desert country of cowards, in which even the trees and grass have to be imported, has begun to suffocate the life out of me.