Politics in Islam

I started this research based on two resources; the first is of course the holy Quran and Sunna, and the second based on the actual application of these two in reality and how did Muslims really followed the sacred texts beside the scripts written by relatively modern scholars as a rendition of the political conflicts aroused by the many sects that found its way through to existence right after the death of the prophet Mohammed (PBUH).

The reason behind this research is not only to understand the theory behind the Islamic radicalism approach to politics, but to find a way to incorporate it with today’s modern world that started to resent (somehow) the religious approach to many issues including politics.

The core of what I’d like to go through has two sides to it:

1- The Islamic political theory is one that is not written but enforced throughout history.

2- This theory is not responding to modernity standards imposed by the modern reality.

Islam has incepted about seven hundred and ninety eight cults (if I may call them that) throughout the time between the death of the prophet until our modern day; most of them vanished; and some of them still survive but in very small numbers. Most (if not all) existed for a political cause one way or another; while some (claim) to have no interest in any political concern of any kind even though their scholars and leaders did otherwise; you’ll see them claim the opposite.

The main sects that were incepted (as per historians) right after the death of the prophet are the Shiites and the Sunnites. The Shiites, a word derived from an Arabic word for following or tracking, meant for supporting Ali Ibn Abi Taleb and his descendants who was the prophet’s cousin and son in law; and the Sunnites, who are following the prophet and his commandments literally and supported his disciples. The word Sunnites is originally “Al Sunna wal Jama’a” Sunna which refers to those who are following the word of the prophet and Jama’a meant to the assembly that supported the acceptance of Muaweya Ibn Abee Sufyan right after the Al Hassan the son of Ali Ibn Abi Taleb stopped asking for leadership. Both sects had a disagreement on who will be the prophet’s successor, and that was the first real Islamic political conflict that in my opinion was the start of the downfall of what the prophet worked his entire life achieving.

The Shiites on one hand claimed that Ali Ibn Abi Taleb and his descendants are the only worthy people of heading the Muslims; while on the other hand the Sunnites demanded that democracy is the way, and that Muslims should decide for themselves who rules them; which in my opinion was the reason for many events throughout history between a group of people who still claim to be oppressed and the other that claim they brought it upon themselves.

In the following articles I’ll discuss each sect’s views, and try to reason with their actual application towards their own beliefs and attempt to understand if they were so accurate; why did they fail to make it a proper example?

Dr. Ahmed Alkhuzaie


It’s a long way to heaven…

It’s well known historically that Islam came to life in the Arabian peninsula and particularly in Mecca in the heart of Hejaz‘s primitive environment that was ruled by religious ignorance, false Idols and home-made Gods. Each tribe had a God of their own; each family had an Idol, and per home a different kind of prayer was recited.

In that society, morals and principles as well as heavenly religions seized to exist; to worship stones and wood that has no feelings or awareness, that can’t do you good nor harm you; a handmade statues made to order; to speak for them on resurrection day in-front of God!

Mecca was THE merchants hub in those days for all the caravans that were used to take its road returning from the south of the peninsula carrying India‘s and Yemen‘s  goods to Syria, Palestine and even Egypt. Towards the end of the sixteenth century it became a flourished marketplace providing all who approached it with all types of goods from all around the world known to man back then. All thanks to its geographical location; and the abundance of water in it; beside it’s being a religious hub accommodating thousands of pilgrims every year from all around the middle east that visits the holy Kaaba, who normally resides for a bout three months, or attending Okaz’s renowned market that was very near to Mecca and was attended by Arab‘s most prestigious merchants and poets beside the Persians and Africans amongst many others. In my opinion the main reason back then for people to visit Mecca beside the pilgrimage was this market for the attractions they had back then could be compared (if not exceeds) today’s tourist attractions; poetic debates, horse races, night life, music, alcohol, and sex of course.

Mecca’s very own merchants took advantage of such seasons for their own benefit; deriving their influence amongst Tribes based on their political and moral powers anchored  by their monetary strength. From there Mecca’s merchants knew the in’s and out’s of trading that led them to an endless source of power and political strength, making their home town a trading nation of buyers and sellers thinking of nothing else but making more money no matter how.

Naturally; the neighboring tribes would count on them for their financial support; which was done with high rate of usury, making Mecca’s merchants the most known and treacherous  lenders of their time; maneuvering with the debts, enslaving the debtors in result; then investing their producing power in all means their sick minds (and the adverse laws of these times) could think of. As an example, the creditor normally would force the debtor’s wife or daughter to work as a prostitute until their husband’s or father’s debt is paid in full; knowing they increased it on a daily basis so the woman would work for life for their benefit. Debtors (back then) never dreamt of getting the creditors of their back, but rarely; which forced many debtors into either fleeing into the desert and join burglars and wanted criminals or become slaves and be done with the way the creditors sees fit. That occurred in a time when the pilgrims numbers were increasing making the rich richer and the poor poorer; which made it necessary for the merchants to take good care of their clients and provide them all they seek; leaving them with no choice but prepare way ahead for the Hajj season and the commencing of Okaz’s market place, along side with Al Majanna, Thee Majaz, and Mena markets. they had two trips a year one takes place in the summer, the other during the winter season, voyaging to Syria, Palestine, and the south of the Arab lands to sell their goods, and buy what’s available in these markets to bring it back home.

The funds these merchants invested and traded with, were not theirs only, for they have endless funds to utilize pooled from rich personnel from Mecca and Ta’if governed by contracts and conditions for both parties benefits and obligations. That’s what encouraged Mecca’s public to look after the merchants caravans and pick only men who are well-known for their integrity, wisdom and courage to accompany them of their trips as a guarantee for the high net worthy to contribute their funds.

Many men were hired for the sake of protecting their interest, specially with the growing numbers of bandits and outlaws back then; mainly were bought from eastern Africa; their numbers increased to a level that they formed a well organised army of their own funded by Mecca’s richest; which means they were making very high profits, or else how would they afford it.

All the above paved the way for segregating the Meccan society into two; one with a filthy rich, politicians, merchants, and landlords. The second  one is of those poor, slaves, and thugs; of course and them whom lives depended on the rich groups. the second group were people who were manipulated, used, and abused, as these was nothing to stop the current situation and the balance of powers.

That was just a glimpse of how that society in particular was before the new religion was brought upon them. For they have lost their humanity and lost their way to a level that it was hardly possible to call the way they lived a society. One that is binded by laws and rights; and not managed as much as a cattle was.

Imagine how a person is determent and brave to be able just barely to think for a second to change such a society to transform them from being a bunch of heartless Bedouins into thinkers, writers, and scientists. Into men and women, hand in hand equal in rights and obligations towards an Arabian version of utopia.

Praying to have a splinter of what he had to spread it around all of us; for I’m sure it will be more than enough…

It’s a long way to heaven, and it’s closer to hell…

Dr. Ahmed Alkhuzaie

… and the circle starts again

Everything that has a start must come to an end; so does our lives; our prime; and so our triumphs (if any). No beginning has no end, but will we ever learn?

I sometimes thought that some fortunes or destinies are cruel; and why God the just, the almighty; let it happen; to such good people!

When you see the corruption spreading around you; not just on a society level; but even on a personal level; from back stabbing, to betrayal and from cheating to slaughtering… just cause they could! You could not help but think; God must have done more; punish us harder, people act as civilized as it gets; but behind closed doors they are as bad as it gets… That’s how much he is gracious, loving and kind. I am shocked more than I thought I could ever be; and disappointed even more.

When everyone believe to be so gracious and just, to judge others, forgetting themselves; acting as if they exist with no sins… Take a moment to think of how you are not, think of how to judge yourself before judging others…

“let he who has no sins cast the first stone” John 8:7

It’s amusing when some cast stones at you; but won’t accept any! And its even funnier when some (who replied to my posts) think that cause I’m looking for a salvation they thought I’m weak! Thank you for the replies and comments; but its not courage sending them without a name! As well; for the stones I took, be sure there will be a reply of some kind, for simply I’m not Jesus; but hell yeah I do resurrect… Call it fate, or call it karma… It’s a circle, a closed one.

God, we turn to you in this dark hour to guide us to your path; deliver us, and show us the way, your way.


P.S. I find it amusing to be resented by some, yet they still read what I write, and still follow my news… I think I should be flattered!

All or nothing


I have been trying for a while now to hide a flame in the dark; but when its light failed to expose me; the sound of fire feasting on my shattered remains did.

In human context, a family is a group of people affiliated by consanguinity, affinity, or co-residence. http://www.wikipedia.com

But how i understood it, is that a family is a blood tie between a group of people putting each other ahead of any benefit. To love and care for one another; to cherish, support and even defend if needed be. Have I got it all wrong?

The sun rose and then the sun set but the shadows remained; when once there was sound, now there was silence… What once was whole, now is shattered, but that was not the end for when there is hope there surely will be a life and that’s where my life begins, I am born again and brought back from the ashes of hatred and hypocrisy… This is where I start again on my own; for being alone is further way better than surrounded by phony friends and a scam of a family.

Its whether I have it all or nothing; a proper family ties; or in my case none!
At least I can minimize my loses that way; and won’t count on people that won’t just let me down; but will make sure to infect my wound after causing it.

On the bright side, I have been blessed with friends from all around the globe, caring, sweet, thoughtful friends that made the loss I encountered a vague picture fading day by day… Although we are distant now, but somehow very close.

Clocks ticked but time did not pass; a man with no family is surely a nomad in a never ending field of sand… Yet YOU my friends made it possible, made it bearable and worth a while… Thank you for every word that made it’s way to my core soul, thank you for every smile you drew on my face, and most of all thank you for believing in me when no one else did even myself…

So if you think about it, I lost a few and gained even more… That’s life eh! For that I am grateful.

Simply; me!

A tribute to Herr Sharma for seeing me through my stormy teen, a man with a vision such as you can never perish and will always live through me. May the Lord rest your soul in eternal peace. Longing to see you one fine day and tell you about my troubled day… Seeking your advice has always been something I look forward to