Daddy, Why Do You Hate Muslims?
By Mahmoud El-Yousseph
September 9, 2010
Son: Daddy, why do you hate Muslims?
Father: First of all, they want to impose Shariah law on America and change our Constitution.
Son: I thought that will take an act of Congress! Like 2/3 of both House and Senate, plus 3/4 of all states have to ratify it. Since there are only 2 Muslim Congressmen in the House, that would be virtually impossible.
Father: Since when you are that smart son?
Son: Well, I learned this at school last week.
Father: I also do not like Moozlims because they can’t be patriotic Americans.
Son: That is odd! My Muslim classmate, Chafique, told the class that his oldest brother had served in the US army and that his father is a retired US veteran.
Father: Well son, these people are slick. They only do it to get the green card, citizenship and free education.
Son: Not so daddy, I know from my friend that he and all of his siblings were born in America like me and my sister. And I remember him telling me the first time we met that after his father graduated from college and became a citizen, he choose to enlist in our military.
Father: Which side are you on sweetheart? You seem to be spending a lot of time hanging out with your Moozlim buddy.
Son: Dad, do you mean Muslim?
Father: Listen son: I never told you that. The reason your father did not serve in the military is because I was the only son in my family. If something would have happened to me, you would not have been born and our family would be extinct over time. That is why your mom always called me lucky.
Son: That is not what I heard! Mom told me that you were lucky because her best friend Jeffery died in a car accident.
Father: Don’t be a smarty pants son! Besides your mom always likes to brag.
Son: OK daddy. Anything you say.
Father: Another thing I don’t like about them Moozlims is: they are not like us. They talk, eat and dress differently. They also eat Taliban food.
Son: What is Taliban food dad? How do they get? Does it get shipped to them on an airplane?
Dad: Not sure son.
Son: That is funny, last weekend when I went shopping with mom, I ran into my Muslim friend I told you about. He was with his mom shopping. I noticed their grocerycart had stuff not different from what we bought.
Father: Hey, you keep it up like that cookie, and you will not be visiting your Moozlim buddy anymore.
Son: Daddy, have you heard about the drunken Connecticut man who stormed into a hookah bar and got his butt kicked?
Father: Yes son, that was a mistake after all. He thought the hookah bar was a mosque. He got himself arrested and charged with disturbing the peace. It could have been worse. Like having his bones broken!
Son: Like you always told me dad, violence is not the answer. There is always a better way.
Son: What else don’t you like about Muslims, Dad?
Father: They have a different God than us and they also worship a rock.
Son: Daddy, I think you got it mixed up. When Muslims worship they do face toward the Kabah [what you call a rock] in Mecca and they worship only God that they refer to in Arabic as Allah. The Germans call him Got, and Jews refer to him as Yahweh. Besides, don’t Jews worship at the Wailing Wall? You never told me that they worship rocks or bricks. Did you know that Jews and Christians living in Arabia use the Arabic phrase “Allah” when referring to God. Are they wrong too?
Father: I don’t like Arabic either.
Son: Do you mean Arabs?
Father: Whatever! After all, those Moozlims are terrorists who like to kill Americans and Jews. That is what they are son!
Son: So what happens when we or the Jews kill Muslims? Are we or the Jews are referred as “terrorists” also?
Father: No son! We kill them first before they come over here to kill us. That is called acting smart. Take them by surprise. I think we should do this to any country that doesn’t like or disagrees with us.
Son: Just like the 19 hijackers did to us on 9/11?
Father: Now you get the picture.
Son: Would you have married mom if she was a Muslim?
Father: As a man I would have to be a Muslim or convert to Islam first. I don’t think that would set well with your grandparents.
Son: Daddy, have you ever met a Muslim before?
Father: No son! They are strange. They never to go to our local bar for a beer.
Son: Me and Chafique are good friends. Neither one of us goes to the bar or drink beer.
Father: I think it is your bed time. Good night son!
Son: Good night, daddy. I am happy we got to talk!
Mahmoud El-Yousseph
Retired USAF Veteran
Feedback — elyoussseph6@yahoo.com
SOURCE
www.jews-for-allah.org/phpbb/viewtopic.php?p=7341#7341