The drooler is really laughing his head off

By Adbouz
The poor Muslims, Indonesians, Bedouins, Berbers, Turks, boasting about the pseudo conquest of Andalusia by their ‘forefathers’ in the 7th century. As if by mischief, Facebook offers me these countless posts, which I immediately accept with a short, simple comment: “Where did you get this information from”?
“Heuu”, by way of reply. Read the scholars of Islam. No one questions the glory of Arab civilisation. Islam has shone on the world. You are ignorant about Islam. I can imagine them dripping with raging slobber.
But not one of them argues with the information on which they base their boasts. Not one of them gets to the point. They are all paralysed by the question.
Obviously, making the slaughterers of children and women suffer gives a feeling of satisfaction.
Yesterday, one of the pages that Facebook suggested to me was an Islamic book publishing house called “Saracens”.
My first comment was:  “You wretch! Don’t you know that in the Middle Ages, from the 5th century onwards, the term Saracens was an insult” ?
The person who manages the page is being funny and asks me where I drink so that he can have a laugh.
I send him off to graze in the green pastures of the Hejaz, and ask him to visit the Prophet’s house, Khadija’s and Aisha’s, and so on. The Hejaz, supposedly the cradle of Islam, is laugh-out-loud funny.
The person changes personality and comments with his real name. The publishing house took a serious blow.
He tells me that in the same way that there are no tangible traces of the life of Jesus, nobody questions his existence.
I explained to him that 6 centuries separate Jesus from the imagined Mohammad. Writing was widespread in the 6th century. The Berbers were writing novels centuries before that. The drooling man must have been wavering. They who believe the fable that desert dwellers brought light to primitive North Africans.
The Berbers were writing novels before the fable of the conquests. What a kick in the muzz!
The Berbers knew how to write, and so did the Goths. But none of the conquered peoples wrote a single word about this terrible conquest. Better still. The conquerors must have been the first to boast (as you do today) about their exploit. They who imposed divine knowledge on the world with the sword in their left hand, and the book, the one and only, in their right (I’m not sure of the order, one of the hands has the honour of wiping the ass of the believer).
Not a single Bedouin writing exists that recounts this feat. Not just the feat. But just one piece of writing. Not a single piece of writing about the weather, the sand dunes, a drawing on a stone belonging to the Bedouin. Allah entrusts the illiterate with bringing his message to mankind. What an idiot!
Total silence from the drooler.
I add another layer about the imagined prophet, and explain that he was created as a mockery in a propaganda battle between two competing Christian sects.
“Imagine a person who lives off a rich eve. A person who steals, lies and is sexually obsessed. Married to a little girl and then cuckolded by this child-wife, who has become the mother of all believers. Do you think this person is worthy of being a prophet? A person to be reckoned with”?
The scene ends here. The curtain falls. The drooler is really laughing his head off. He blocks me.
I experience this scene several times a day.