A 'Khotba' For Libya
... And now. What do we see, my brethren, on our streets. Our youth are
busy on the beaches, caring only for the latest styles of clothing, the
latest western musical tunes, girls, cars, and electronics. Our women are
losing their shame and, some, their chastity; dressing in tight pants and
revealing clothing. Our young generation is rotting away! Where is the
Islam? Ask yourselves this!
No. The young generation is not rotting away. What has taken place is
exactly as it should be, a perfect continuation of the trend the older
generations have put into motion. The Islam they're talking about is not
based on any real understanding or education, but merely a continuation of
the traditions of our forefathers. What is taking place now, a following
of all that is ill in the West and none that is good, is only to be
expected. When the older generations decided to abandon education, abandon
principles, to betray their hearts, their tongues flapping only false
messages. To teach their children hypocrisy, and create a society of lies
and distrust, and paranoia. What does it matter if a girl is wearing a
skirt? It is only a response to the demand for it by the current
conditions. What does it matter if our young men waste their afternoons in
clouds of riyadhi to the sounds of nickelback? What do any of these
trivial things matter, if you can't even tell the simple truth; if all of
you turn a blind eye to the terrible fire feeding only on the good
elements of society, if you have trivialized Islam to a series of a
meaningless actions and a social code while ignoring the lofty ideals?
What does it matter, if thousands are awake in their graves, wandering the
prison cells at night, wavering about the Aouzou strip, hanging on the
noose you tied, or haunting the Tanzanian border? These trivial matters
are nothing but a distraction, another lie that you believe, to convince
yourselves that you have principles. Like the lies of progress: tall
concrete buildings glazed in glimmering glass, and shiny bobbing bald
heads, wrinkled faces and curly hair. Selling it all, chasing after paper
notes printed with the face of a man who would never sell.
Indeed, none of these so called issues matter at all. Simply the next
domino in the row that is our nation. The fall of which you put into
place, by ignoring truth, embracing cowardice, and cultivating hypocrisy.
Continue in your ignorance if you please, nothing will ever change. But
certainly don't complain of these petty matters. At least, the Imams of
Libya should simply stand silently on the Minbar and stare at the crowd,
and then order the Iqama.