The Book

Islam is examined through fearlessness, courage and boldness to challenge any cleric’s understanding and explanation of Islam. This book will expose the hidden truth behind Moslem beliefs that are veiled in foreign languages to prevent widespread, international scrutiny, bound to create uproar by uncovering controversial passages in the Koran that promote disgusting and inhumane actions, thoughts and immoral principles to the forefront.

A baby child may marry adult man by unanimity (intercourse) by touching and oral sex instead.  Hadith Al-Islam, Al-Boukhari - K shagging H 4691

The Mohammed said that the paradise is under the shadow of swords. Al-Boukhari, Jihad and seier 2607.

 

Mohammed slept with Fatma bent a side while she was dead in the grave. Sahih Muslim 3760

 

Ahmed Abaza traces his steps as a young Moslem through a transformation into a young Christian. While struggling and agonizing with his soul to find the truth as to what he was taught as a Muslim child and his new findings as a Christian. Sharing his horrifying experience of torture and isolation.

 His journey begins in Egypt where he was born and raised, of a very famous, influential and well known Moslem family. At age 6, he experienced his first contact with Christianity, but was still involved with Islam.  At age 17, he began his conversion that lead to imprisonment, torture and the intense path to refuge, escaping the society that haunts and follows him.

 You will read about his profound experiences with the Lord, which faithfully encouraged him, also about his family’s attempts to stop his conversion through imprisonment and torture to prevent disgrace to the family name.

 I was not convinced after all that, was it a joke? The Lord of Glory? Who is this Lord of Glory? Is He Allah?

I found myself hanging from my feet upside down with an iron chain from the ceiling like a slaughter animal!

What crime have I committed against society, but the crime of choosing the Light as my own belief?

 In prison, I found myself as a criminal among criminals, for the first time I see human beasts taking pleasure in tearing the flesh of their brothers in humanity. 

I found myself in a cell that was not good enough for an animal to live in. That cell was my companion for 14 months. I often couldn’t breathe from the extreme heat and the perspiration and the deadly odor. 

The guards, the angels of doom, used to take me every day to the torture room and they improvised in the methods they used for torture. They would put two pieces of wood in the form of a cross on the floor, and one of them would urinate on it, kicking me and beating me with canes and forcing me to lick the urine off the cross. 

After the flesh is torn and the blood is shed, it was time to break the bones. This goes on until they hear my cries while they laugh and exchange foul language about Christ and His Crucifixion.  I cried at the top of my lungs, “My Lord and my God Jesus Christ save me.”  After hearing this they became more enraged and increased the torture.

The torture session was concluded by electrical shocks that caused me to lose consciousness almost to death.  Then they would carry my lifeless body to the cell.

Today, I give thanks to God.  I thank you for all those trials because I was always calling upon you and I heard your voice saying, “Do not be afraid.  My grace is sufficient for you, for my strength is made perfect in weakness.” 

 My dear father tried the first, second and third methods of torture.  His hands that used to touch me with compassion: his hands that were famous for holding the expensive cigars… those cigars that my father used as a tool to frighten me, those cigars that will go down in history like “Mohamed’s” sword that beheaded many innocent men.

 I found myself hanging from my feet upside down with an iron chain from the ceiling like a slaughter animal!

 I felt the last blow on my knees as I dropped to the floor from excruciating pain crying at the top of my lungs!

 I found myself in this Islamic atmosphere ever since I took my first breath into this world!

 In spit of the dim light in the room it was bright as day light, even brighter.  I saw a beautiful white dove beyond description circling me in all directions, filling the room with this sweet aroma that I have never experienced before!

 I drove by the big mansion. I saw the light shine between the cracks of the window in my mother’s room!  But I did not know who was in the room.  I felt in my heart that it was she in the room, and not someone else.  I imagined as I was looking at the window, that I penetrated through her soul and that by knocking on the door my eyes would actually behold her as it used to in the old days but what will I do if I am faced with my brother or my father who improvised different methods for my torture.  No. No, it is true that she is close to me but there is a big gap between us about important matters that we do not agree on.  Was I in a dream?  If a man can be so cruel, then how can he hope for mercy and forgiveness!

 What crime have I committed against this society, but the crime to choose the light of Jesus Christ as my own belief?

How different it is with Moslems after Friday’s prayer at the Mosque, we see hypocrisy and slandering of one another, even stealing one another’s shoes after prayer.

 Yes father, your wealth and education and knowledge including the knowledge of Islam has become nothing to me but a fairy tale… nothing but dust that should be swept away!  As for me - I consider you a father, only a father - and this is no small thing.  I have changed my opinion of many persons besides you father. “Allah” the lord of “Mohammed” the oppressor, the god of iron and fire is no longer the god that I worship.  I sift the attributes of God, to cleanse them from oppressor, arbitrator, dictator, and all other human instincts that Mohammed has attributed to his “Allah”.  I do not know when to silence my thoughts or if there is any merit in doing so, but I am urged not to stop to fight, in spite of the suffering and pain.  It is better than no action at all and better than the luxurious life in your false paradise father, better than Mohammed’s destructive lies.

 Mohammad said: you are not resolved from your first husband until your second husband tastes your amenity and you taste his, meaning if husband and wife divorce and decided to reconcile they cant not re-marry unless the wife has had sex with the second spouse. Fekh Al-Islam. http://feqh.al-islam.com/Display.asp?Mode=0&MaksamID=2244&DocID=11&ParagraphID=1946&Diacratic=0

 My dear reader if you read Mohammed’s biography you will discover a person whose life was void of any valuable or even a simple incident besides the fact that he was believed to be an illiterate person; we will discuss this issue providing proof and evidence at a later time. My friend, why do you insist that Mohammed was illiterate, this is a shame to humanity … because if a human being’s faculties were given free rein, miracles would happen.

 Section II focuses on Islam, the Koran and beliefs that were concealed during his youth (as well as the average Moslem)! This section examines the many parts of Islam that are not discussed or mentioned in Western Civilization. His journey not only tells his story, but also sheds light on the Middle East’s corruption, and torture and killings of Ex-Muslims.