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Asghar Bukhari is a modern icon for many Muslim activists worldwide, and one of my heroes. Asghar has many years of experience working in the UK with the Muslim Public Affairs Committee (MPACUK). I was pleasantly surprised that he has taken the time to talk about some of his experiences in being an awake and active Muslim. He is writing a diary where he outlines his experiences.
In his piece, Asghar writes about how his work picketing Marks & Spencers opened his eyes to the lethargy and inactivity of a sleeping British Muslim community. Asghar writes:
Never in my wildest nightmares would I believe Muslims would be so blind, dismissive, argumentative, apathetic and carelessNot only was the Muslim community not caring about the issues at hand, but were so mentally defeated that they inquired only about how correct the hijab was of a picketing sister.
He contrasts this with the level of organization of the Zionist Jewish community. He gives the example of attacks indicated a trained, organized and psychologically sophisticated Zionist community, and suggests training received by them in Israel.
But the harrassment from the highly organized Zionist Jewish community did not simply end with such individual attempts. The Zionists framed him in an organized way to the police, assaulted him and then had him arrested. To read more about it, you can read his post here, its surely worth a read and will open the reader's eyes on some of the lesser known realities around us.The one that most stands out in my mind was how some of those I encountered could lie so openly. They would change their whole demeanor in a blink of any eye, if they thought someone else was watching. I recall one of the times this happened. A man, maybe 50 years old and stocky, came over to me. From the get-go he clearly meant trouble. He told me he was Jewish and was angry about our leaflets, threatened to hit me and stepped forward as he insulted me. I readied myself.Then within a blink of an eye, he spotted a security guard and instantly before my very eyes, morphed into the frailest old man you could imagine, stooping low, he shuffled toward the guard — slowly, as if he needed a zimmer frame! I’m serious — from gangster to pensioner within three seconds flat!