I love Islam. Seriously, I love the Islamic ideal. What is that ideal, you ask? Submission. Submission to Al-lah, the one true god. The god of Abraham. Do you know who the god of Abraham is? Right! God. As in “God.” As in YWHY, Jehovah, The Father. “Islam” means “submission.” A “muslim” is “one who has submitted.”
Ok, but who needs submission? That sounds like something for weak or stupid people, and I probably count as both. It’s hard to tell from my writing, but I have some pretty dumbass ideas. There was this one about being a consultant and working for myself that was stupid as all get out. Not sure whether or not I was submitting at that point. Prolly not.
But it is hard to know. When Allah speaks a perfect language and I speak Tennessee, I am going to miss some of the nuance of whatever the Big Chief was saying. So I struggle. I fight to figure it out. I engage in jihad against the ways in which I cut myself off from the sunlight of the spirit. It may sound weird to use a combative metaphor in a spiritual conversation, but Jews and Christians do it all the time. It’s a just a metaphor.
“one” who has submitted.
“on” who has submitted is not only a typo, but actually, a whole nother idea altogether.
Got it! Thanks. That will in the last typo, inshallah!