Lost Verses of the Koran
Surah 115: The Pig
Bismillah:
The hurried flight of the Hegira had led the Muslims to a
fertile oasis, where they were at last safe from their many
enemies in Mecca.
Pausing, each thanked Allah the moon-god for their good fortune.
Assembling at a long table, they enjoyed rare delicacies brought
by bare-breasted sirens whose faces were veiled. During the
feast Muhammad sternly forbade his disciples to partake of pig
flesh, while fondling the youthful breasts of a Nubian girl
named Sheba.
Obeying the Prophet, the pilgrims partook of the succulent flesh
of jackals and vultures, washing their food down with strong
wine.
I never dreamed I d have to eat the loins of a jackal, let
alone the bitter entrails of a cursed vulture, observed a
hungry pilgrim named Ahmed to a fellow Muslim, choking on the
unpalatable morsels.
Neither did I, but the Holy Prophet has ordered it, grumbled
another starving follower, almost heaving as he consumed greasy
vulture flesh.
A rancid pork chop would taste a hell of a lot better than this
crap does, retorted Ahmed.
It s an acquired taste brother, you ll get used to it, spoke
up another, smiling with a mouthful of rotten teeth.
I don t think so, said Ahmed, forcing down a burned jackal
testicle.
An uncaring Muhammad, famished, greedily wolfed down roasted
jackal in enjoyment, quaffing from an earthenware wine carafe on
occasion, while choosing which of the sirens that would soon
endure his favors.
The meal finished in the late afternoon, a drunken, lustful
Muhammad initiated a sex orgy with the sirens, the debauched
Holy Prophet, Allah speaking through him, declaring all earlier
betrothals or marriages of the women he knew null and void.
The Muslims celebrated their good fortune, again thanking Allah
for the bounty they had been blessed to receive.
Later, as Muhammad sat half-naked under a palm tree,
masturbating to the thought of molesting little girls, Ahmed
chanced by and remarked, "Oh great prophet, why does Allah say
that we cannot dine on delicious porcine flesh?"
"Why?" asked Muhammad, closing his filthy, tattered, moth-eaten
robe, "Because Allah's younger retarded cyclops brother is a
pig, and Allah doesn't want us killing his holy kinfolk."
"Allah is a pig?" asked Ahmed, staring at Muhammad.
"Of course," replied the deranged Prophet, hallucinating thanks
to ingesting strong hashish minutes earlier.
"That's ridiculous, why in hell do we worship pigs?" asked
Ahmed, thinking his flight from Mecca may have been the result
of heeding the words of a false prophet, possessed of a
capricious desert demon who delighted in seeing them consume the
flesh of vermin.
"Because they're better than we are," answered a smiling
Muhammad, now fantasizing about raping little boys, "Look at me,
I'm little more than a lecherous child molester, thief and
murderer!"
"True, but pigs can't even talk!" exclaimed Ahmed, digging a
heel into the sand.
"Allah can, he speaks to me in my dreams," retorted the wildly
hallucinating Muhammad, barely able to focus on Ahmed, seeing
him in double vision.
"You're a madman," declared a disgusted Ahmed, "I'm heading back
to join the infidels in Mecca!"
"Who cares?" retorted Muhammad, slurring his words and breaking
into riotous laughter.
Prophet Muhammad, opening his robe and again reaching for his
flaccid sex organ, was too occupied with masturbating his
building erection to reply further, while Ahmed disappeared
behind a sand dune.
"What a stupid, perverted, licentious bastard," spat Ahmed,
walking off, "Muhammad is crazier than a shithouse rat!"
Surah 116: The Pervert
Bismillah:
And it came to pass that Muhammad was growing ever hornier and
more depraved: In a dream it was revealed by Allah that he was
to molest a young girl named Ayesha.
Drunk on strong wine, the Prophet looked to a follower named
Khalil and announced, Allah has said I am to have sex on this
day with a child; the virgin daughter of my brother in law Abu.
What? asked a frowning Khalil, holding a wine bottle, taken
back by the remark and turning to Muhammad.
I am to know Abu s daughter Ayesha, declared Muhammad, a
finger in the air, becoming visibly aroused at the thought
having sex with her.
She is but a little girl who plays with dolls; her womb does
not yet weep, are you insane? asked Khalil, knowing in his
heart that the Prophet was little more than a pervert, thief,
liar and murderer.
Probably, but it is the will of Allah , Muhammad said to
himself, staggering off to the hovel of Ayesha.
What a twisted devil the Prophet is the will of Allah my ass,
he s just an evil, depraved monster who lusts after the flesh,
Khalil mumbled, putting the bottle to his parched lips.
An oblivious and uncaring Muhammad blundered down the street,
weaving as he went, arriving at the hovel shortly thereafter.
Knocking on the door, Ayesha s mother Umm appeared.
What do you want Prophet? she asked, staring at the debauched
Muhammad, clad in a filthy tan robe covered in dust and wine
stains, a lone flea crawling upon his moustache near his
nostrils.
Bismillah, I am here to take your daughter Ayesha in bed, the
Prophet answered, slurring his words.
You licentious beast! exclaimed the girl s mother, She is
only six years old, if it is indeed the will of Allah, take me
instead to satisfy your wanton depravity!
Taking you is not the will of Allah, retorted Muhammad, the
scent of wine heavy on his foul breath, You are a wrinkled and
faded flower without comeliness; be gone with your favors; I
could never get a hard on at the likes of you.
Enraged by her rebuff, Muhammad smote her upon the face with a
backhand.
That s what one gets for disobeying the will of Allah,
declared Muhammad, his words punctuated by a loud belch, Take
me to Ayesha, that I may know her on this day!
Obeying, Umm reluctantly led Muhammad to the room of Ayesha,
opening the door.
This perverted Prophet here wants to screw you, announced Umm
with a frown, Muhammad ogling the virgin child in double vision.
But you knew my cousin Abdullah, younger brother of Ahmed not
an hour ago, replied a shocked Ayesha, dropping her doll,
revolted by the sight of the filthy, lascivious pedophile
Muhammad.
Be that as it may, Allah has said I will also know you, said
Muhammad with an expectant smile, the gleam of lust in his eyes.
Why me? asked Ayesha, looking to the Prophet with trepidation.
Because Allah has said it and I am horny, let us lay down, that
I may know you, ordered Muhammad as he removed his robe,
Ayesha s mother shaking her head in helpless disgust and closing
the door.
Surah 117: The Murderer
Bismillah:
Muhammad and his followers enjoyed many days away from Mecca at
the oasis, home of his oafish brother in law, Abu Bakr, who was
also Muslim.
Dining on roast jackal, vultures and snakes, their strength was
renewed by the bounty Allah the moon-god provided: plentiful
food for their bellies and plentiful sirens for their carnal
pleasure.
Khalil was upset that the Prophet was an evil lecherous
pedophile who had known a little girl, so he went to the home of
Ayesha to speak with her father, Abu the oaf.
He made his way to the hovel, and knocked on the door.
Ayesha s mother opened the door, frowning as she beheld another
of Prophet Muhammad s followers.
Is life not bad enough, what are you here for, to rape my
daughter, me, or one of my sons? she inquired with disdain.
Indeed not woman, I must speak with your husband, not you,
said Khalil, who as a good Muslim, looked down upon women as
little more than objects of pleasure, or dogs to be beaten into
submission.
My husband Abu is very drunk, she related, lowering her gaze
in respect.
Khalil entering the hovel, the oaf Abu appeared from a side room
holding a wine bottle, and slurred, What do want here, follower
of the Prophet?
I must speak with you regarding your little daughter Ayesha,
answered Khalil.
What about her? asked Abu, blinking his eyes and trying to
focus on the man.
The Prophet came unto her in her room a fortnight ago; do you
not know? asked Khalil.
He has come unto her many times since, she is his wife,
replied the unconcerned oaf.
His wife you say - you permitted it? asked Khalil, stunned by
the revelation.
Of course; he has come unto one of my nephews too, Muhammad is
a pederast, it is the will of Allah, declared a shrugging Abu.
He s raping our child you drunken bastard! exclaimed a tearful
Umm, looking to Khalil.
Abu smote her across the face, admonishing, Take care woman,
speak not ill of Prophet Muhammad, it is the will of Allah. The
Prophet first knew Ayesha in a dream, when Gabriel showed her to
him, uncovering her body for him to see.
That s really sick, she s only six years old, observed Khalil.
Better for the great Prophet to know her than one of the
infidels, declared a smiling Abu.
Prophet my ass, Muhammad is a depraved monster possessed of a
demon; how could permit such a thing, you are her father!
exclaimed Khalil in utter disgust.
Yes I am, and the Prophet says I will know her too, confessed
Abu, contemplating the odd thought of having sex with his own
daughter.
Umm burst into tears and sobbed, throwing herself to the floor
upon hearing Abu s repugnant words.
A fearful Khalil fled the hovel, not knowing what to think;
realizing Muhammad and his brother in law Abu were wicked
licentious perverts and vicious rapers of children, possessed of
capricious and malevolent demons.
Later, Abu spoke with the Prophet while they entered a brothel
together. He told him of the strange encounter with Khalil.
Khalil s an idiot, he takes Islam much too seriously, replied
Muhammad, looking to his oafish brother in law.
It is a bad omen Prophet, Khalil woefully disdains your
marriage to Ayesha, and disdains that I am to know her too,
declared Abu, even he feeling deep down that such a liaison was
distasteful, but knowing it was the unalterable will of Allah,
the moon god.
It is the will of Allah for you to know your daughter, did not
Lot of Sodom know his daughters in the cave? asked a slurring
Muhammad, quite drunk, leaning against a wall to steady himself.
Yes Prophet, he did, answered Abu with firm resolve.
Indeed, it was and is Allah s will, replied Muhammad, picking
a flea from his beard and crushing it between his
fingernails, As for our problem, I will have a dream tonight,
and Allah will order me to kill Khalil.
He will? asked Abu, putting a hand to his chin in
confusion, But I thought the Perfect, Most Merciful Pig Allah
never revealed his intentions until you had a dream.
No matter oaf, he is making his will known to me by making me
drink strong wine on this day, said a quickly lying Muhammad,
holding up a bottle.
Don t you drink strong wine everyday? asked Abu.
Not as strong as this stuff, replied the Prophet with a broad
smile, It has hashish oil in it; let us partake of a pair of
this brothel s women and enjoy wine together.
As Muhammad and Abu descended into more revelry and debauchery,
a troubled Khalil approached another of the Prophet s followers,
the one with rotten teeth. Telling him of his woes, he awaited
the reply.
Who cares what he does, have vulture and some wine, said the
man, tearing a leg from a roasted, maggot-ridden carcass and
offering it to Khalil.
You don t care that Muhammad is a deranged pervert who has sex
with little children? asked Khalil, taking the leg.
Hell no, I m only here for the food, I was starving in the
alleys of Mecca before I met Muhammad, replied the rotten
toothed man, grabbing more vulture flesh and a wine bottle.
Oh, answered a defeated Khalil, taking a bite from the leg and
reaching for wine.
Late evening came, with Khalil and the other followers drunk and
passed out in their tent.
Muhammad and Abu awoke at the brothel after midnight, rested and
refreshed.
What are we to do about Khalil? asked Abu as they left via a
side door, avoiding an encounter with the brothel s madam, to
whom they owed money.
Leave that to me oaf, answered the Prophet, holding up a
hand, In my dream Allah told me how to deal with him.
Muhammad headed down the street and stealthily entered the tent
of his followers, intent on taking Khalil s life. Abu Bakr
followed him through the entrance, looking about for possible
witnesses.
Holding an oiled leather garrote, the smiling Prophet
mercilessly strangled the sleeping Khalil, knowing in his heart
that it was the will of Allah.
The helpless follower struggled defiantly as a determined
Muhammad gritted his teeth and pulled the garrote tighter,
crushing Khalil s windpipe, the Prophet letting out foul gas
from his posterior due to the exertion. The struggling ceased;
he and Abu then quietly removed the body from the tent and
carried it into the desert.
That takes care of that problem, declared a satisfied Muhammad
as he pocketed the garrote, he and Abu making their way to his
hovel so he could know his young wife Ayesha again.
When will I know her Prophet? inquired Abu in the lamplit
hovel, looking to his daughter s room.
Very soon, Allah has said it, go know your wife Umm for now,
oaf, suggested Muhammad with a smile, opening the door to
Ayesha s room.
Surah 118: The Liar
Bismillah:
Time passed, and a strengthened Muhammad and his followers left
the fertile oasis. The Prophet was joined by his young wife
Ayesha and her father, oaf Abu, who left the remainder of his
family stranded at the oasis, his wife Umm dying of grief
shortly afterward.
Not one of the party dared question the vanishing of Khalil,
some fearing that they too would vanish, perhaps due to Allah s
will or worse.
Muhammad told his followers that Khalil was an evil infidel, and
had fled because he had coveted Ayesha, the child looking to her
husband the Prophet, she and her father knowing he was not
telling the truth.
That is not true my father, Khalil only came to tell you of the
Prophet knowing me, Ayesha whispered, she and Abu standing only
a few cubits from Muhammad.
Take care in what you utter among others child, some things are
better kept to oneself, answered Abu quietly, not half the oaf
the Prophet thought he was.
The rotten toothed man was listening intently; he had watched
from the shadows while a smiling Muhammad strangled Khalil, but
wisely kept this knowledge to himself, vowing to flee the group
at the earliest opportunity.
Abu Bakr, fulfilling the will of Allah, came unto his daughter
Ayesha over several evenings in a tent at the beckoning of the
Holy Prophet, oddly finding her favors more satisfying than
those of his wife.
Feeling strange from the experience of knowing his own daughter,
a troubled Abu sought wise Muhammad s advice.
It was the will of Allah, declared the debauched Muhammad,
drunk on strong wine, Allah has also revealed it is you which
will sire her firstborn in her twelfth year; her incestuous
bastard child Fatimah.
I will? asked Abu, incredulous that he would be siring a child
by his own daughter.
Yes, replied the Prophet, removing his filthy robe, But first
I must satisfy my carnal urges, by indulging in her favors
myself.
Prophet Muhammad entered the tent and came unto the young
Ayesha, who complained that she was sore from knowing her father
three times in one day.
Striking her across the face, Muhammad admonished, Keep your
mouth shut wife and be thankful to Allah that only I and your
father are knowing you.
Yes Holy Prophet, Ayesha replied, closing her eyes and wincing
in pain as Muhammad again knew her.
Arriving in Medina the following week, the Muslims found friends
in this city, delighting in drunken revelry and the favors of
veiled, tempting harlots with dark eyes.
A lecherous Muhammad, Ayesha and his brother in law Abu took up
residence at a fine brothel, the Prophet and the oaf sampling
the offerings over many weeks, finding that Medina had the
finest of all harlots in the land.
Many residents of Medina found that Islam was a faith that
appealed to them, Allah s unalterable will moving the people,
they abandoning their staid ways, joining with Prophet Muhammad
in idleness, licentious revelry and drunkenness.
Abu later visited the Prophet in his tent, informing him of
dreadful news that Medina was host to a band of Jews.
Jews you say, the people of the book, answered Muhammad, They
are bitter enemies of Allah and Islam; we will not suffer such
people to live in our midst.
But there are 40 score or more of them in the city Prophet, do
the warriors of Allah have the numbers to defeat them? asked
Abu.
Of course oaf, declared the evil Muhammad, We shall wait
until the dark of night, prowling by stealth, and then cut their
throats as they slumber; Allah has willed it.
Listening in the shadows, the rotten toothed man determined it
was time for him to flee. Regardless of the free food, he wanted
no part of a group of vicious, skulking cowards who would
slaughter people as they slept.
Allah s will was fulfilled on the next night, 40 score Jews
meeting their end at the hands of the deranged, murderous
pedophile Muhammad and his obedient Muslims.
Surah 119: The Thief
Bismillah:
A fortnight passed, with many of the remaining people of Medina
embracing Islam, and others fleeing for their lives, with the
exception of a wealthy merchant named Sabri and his family.
Sabri vexed the followers with his words that Prophet Muhammad
was little more than a drunken liar, murderer, and wanton sexual
pervert; a wicked, lascivious monster and pedophile who kept the
company of prostitutes, drunks and the slothful.
In another dream, the Holy Prophet learned that the vexing
merchant had to be silenced, and that he had been chosen by
Allah to murder him.
Telling Abu of his dream, he and Abu plotted the murder of Sabri
the merchant. After enjoying strong wine together, they headed
to his home on a dark late evening, let in by a lovely servant
girl.
Muhammad and the oaf Abu observed the opulence of his residence;
Sabri dressed in a fine silk robe with a silk turban, seven
rings of gold and silver on his fingers.
His wife and the lovely servant girl brought food and a carafe
of wine for her husband, they disdainfully looking upon the
filthy, debauched Prophet and his henchman Abu.
Why will you not submit to Islam, it is the will of Allah,
declared the evil Muhammad, looking to Sabri, looking for the
chance to end his life.
The will of Allah my ass, you Muhammad are a murderous
debauched lecher and raper of children. Your loathsome followers
feed on the rancid flesh of vermin instead of fine pork roasts,
and defile all that they touch, declared a disgusted Sabri,
noting that the Prophet was drunk, dressed in a filthy tattered
robe, with his unkempt hair and long beard matted with dirt.
I consume the flesh of vermin too, Great Allah is a Holy,
Merciful Pig, it is not halal to dine on the sacred flesh of his
younger brothers, said Muhammad with a finger in the air, Abu
nodding in agreement.
No, it is you who are a pig, you deranged cretin possessed of a
vile demon, retorted Sabri, looking upon the Prophet with
hatred in his eyes.
Those who do not submit to the will of Allah will suffer dire
consequences, threatened Abu, looking about for anyone who
would dare stop them. Observing only two women in the house, he
smiled, knowing that the will of Allah was about to be
fulfilled.
Sabri paused, staring at the Prophet and Abu in contempt, hoping
he could in some way persuade them to leave the city, noting
that business had fallen off to practically nothing since the
arrival of the Muslims.
Look, if I give you money, will you and yours flee Medina and
never return? asked Sabri with folded hands, hoping he could
encourage them to leave with a payment of fine gold.
I can t leave, declared a smiling Muhammad, I am serving
Great Allah, the Most Merciful Pig.
Sabri, confused for a moment, replied, But I thought Allah was
the moon goddess of Mecca.
Whatever, retorted a shrugging, uncaring Muhammad while
picking his nose, he knowing that Allah didn t exist anyway.
You are destroying Medina with your vile harlotry and wicked
ways! exclaimed Sabri.
The Prophet laughed, and replied, Indeed not, Allah is guiding
my hand in this and all my actions, providing me and my
followers with what we desire: food, fine drink and the company
of willing sirens, like your lovely servant girl back there.
My servant girl is betrothed to a good man in Mecca, you will
not speak ill of her, nor will you covet her favors, declared
Sabri, noting Muhammad leering through an open door, ogling the
girl and his wife.
I will do as I wish, retorted the evil Muhammad with another
laugh, reaching into his tattered, filthy robe and producing the
garrote, I covet the favors of your servant girl, and will take
her to my bed for a concubine on this night. Those such as you
will not stop the will of Allah or his Messenger.
Abu rose while the Prophet was speaking and smote Sabri upon the
face with a closed fist, knocking the silk turban from his head.
Muhammad descended upon him like a viper, pulling the garrote
tightly around his throat, strangling him in his chair while his
wife and servant girl screamed.
Be silent women, it is the will of Allah! Muhammad yelled
through gritted teeth as he took the life of Sabri. Oaf Abu
moved into the room and beat them into submission while a
struggling Sabri kicked the wine carafe from the table, it
shattering on the floor.
Sabri s life vanquished, Prophet Muhammad exhaled loudly and let
the lifeless body tumble to the floor.
The trembling women remained silent as Abu returned to the
Prophet with them.
Where is your money? asked a greedy Abu of Sabri s wife.
A box of gold and silver is in our bedroom, answered his
tearful wife, almost fainting from Abu s foul breath.
I ll get it, volunteered a smiling Muhammad, pulling the
garrote from the body, Get the rings from his fingers oaf.
The Prophet returned with a box of glittering coins, pleased
that Allah had provided such bounty for his followers.
I can t get the last ring off, complained Abu, having pocketed
six others.
Cut off his finger to get it, and take his robe and turban
too, ordered Muhammad, determined not to leave one valuable
item in the house.
Abu obeyed, reaching for a knife on the table, slicing off the
finger and pulling the ring from it.
Arriving at the brothel, the Prophet celebrated his good fortune
by knowing Sabri s wife and the servant girl, annulling the
widow s marriage and the girl s betrothal in the eyes of Allah.
Later that evening Abu was given Sabri s widow for a concubine,
as he had grown weary of Ayesha s favors, also needing an able
slave to cook and serve him.
Having to beat her before he knew her, Abu thanked Allah and
Muhammad for the welcome gift of Sabri s wife.
Surah 120: The Hypocrite
Bismillah:
More time passed, with some of Muhammad s followers finding the
Prophet s actions in Medina going against everything he had
preached in Mecca, seeing him as Khalil, the rotten toothed man,
and the merchant Sabri had seen him: an evil, debauched rapist,
pedophile, liar, and murderer.
These and other apostate followers were quickly slaughtered as
infidels, fulfilling the will of Allah; a smiling Muhammad
strangling many of them as they slept.
Even Abu began to think that Muhammad s wanton depravity may
have been going too far when he encountered him in a tent
knowing several young Jewish boys that had been taken captive.
Prophet, some of the followers are complaining that you are
denying them participation in the bounty given us by Allah, and
that you are also practicing strange acts that Allah has
forbidden to others, related Abu, frowning at the displeasing
thought of Muhammad knowing little boys.
They want some of the gold, right oaf? asked a drunken
Muhammad, dressed in Sabri s silk robe and turban, seven rings
of gold and silver upon his greasy fingers, the fine garb
growing filthier with each passing day.
That, and some of them would also like to have some of the
girls and boys for concubines, answered Abu.
They cannot have the little boys, Allah has given them to me
for my carnal pleasure, declared the lascivious Prophet, As
for the little girls, give them to the followers as wives, so
that their carnal desires can be sated; it is the will of
Allah.
Others say that you don t practice what you have preached,
added a fidgeting Abu, hoping not to arouse Muhammad s maniacal
wrath.
I m only the messenger, Allah s revelations don t apply to me,
retorted Muhammad, releasing a tearful Jewish boy from his
carnal embrace.
What about me? asked Abu.
They don t apply to you either oaf; would you like a lovely
little boy for your carnal pleasure? slurred the depraved
sodomite Muhammad, lustfully leering at another boy he had
chosen next to debauch.
No, I find not that boys appeal to me, answered Abu quietly,
though he was a lecherous pedophile and incestuous pervert, he
had no desire to sodomize little boys.
Suit yourself oaf, more for me to enjoy, answered the Prophet
with a chuckle, undressing another captive boy, returning to his
lecherous pederasty as Abu left the tent.
The city of Medina had been taken completely by the conquering
Muslims, they reveling in their murderous victory over the
infidels and Jews.
In another dream, it was revealed to Muhammad by Allah that they
were to attack and conquer the city of Mecca. They were to
subdue it and convert the inhabitants there to Islam, after
which the Prophet was to take a pagan shrine called the Kaaba
and defile it in the name of Allah.
In Mecca there is glittering plunder, fine gold to steal, and
many women to be taken for concubines, declared the
Prophet, Allah has said to have faith in him and we will not
fail; are you with me, warriors for Islam?
The devoted followers answered, shouting in unison: There is no
god but Allah the Pig, and Muhammad is his prophet!
We will need weapons to defeat them, Abu observed, looking to
the Holy Prophet.
Easily done oaf, replied an unconcerned Muhammad, ordering
several henchmen to plunder the city of metal so weapons could
be quickly fashioned.
Bronze implements were seized from every home; plowshares were
heated and beaten into fine scimitars for the devoted followers.
As his followers labored over hot forges, Muhammad gave a
sermon, declaring that vengeance, blood and death would rain
down upon Mecca in the name of Allah.
The work completed over several days, a feast was held by the
warriors of Islam to further strengthen them for the long
journey; the flesh of rats, snakes, vultures and jackals gracing
their tables. The hungry Prophet had a willing siren prepare his
favorite of all dishes, fat dung beetles boiled in seasoned
vulture broth.
We should give Allah our thanks for the bounty he has
provided, declared Muhammad, seated at the head of his table
beside Abu, crushing the hard shell of a dung beetle between his
filthy brown teeth.
All bowed their heads in prayer, thanking Allah for the food he
had provided.
Would you like to enjoy a tasty dung beetle oaf? asked the
Prophet, turning to his brother in law, offering one to him.
No thanks, replied a nauseated Abu, choking down a plateful of
greasy rat flesh.
Washing the unseemly morsels down with strong wine, Muhammad and
his followers filled their bellies with the bitter flesh of
vermin and then enjoyed the welcome favors of tempting, veiled
harlots with dark eyes.
The Muslims, their women and their captives set out for Mecca on
the following week, determined to exact Allah s revenge on the
people who dwelt there.
There are many able men in Mecca, much more than we have,
observed Abu, realizing their numbers were wanting when compared
to the teeming hordes of infidels occupying Mecca.
Allah will watch over us oaf, replied Muhammad, a sharp
scimitar on his hip, he unsure as to what the outcome would be,
but keeping this from the others and preparing for the worst.
There aren t enough of us Prophet how will we win? asked Abu
with his arms in the air, looking at their limited numbers, no
more than 50 score of able men in the service of Allah.
Great Allah has said it, they in Mecca will embrace Islam or
die for resisting his will, the vengeful Prophet declared as
Medina disappeared behind them in the distance.
A thoughtful Abu wondered why Allah would wish his followers to
attack a fortified city where they were outnumbered, and also as
to why Allah would have chosen a debauched murderer and
licentious pervert for his Prophet.
Oh well, it is the will of Allah, agreed a sardonic Abu, much
too committed to the deranged Prophet and Islam to back out,
checking for the scimitar on his hip.
Surah 121: The Coward
Bismillah:
Returning to the oasis to gather strength before attacking
Mecca, Muhammad and his followers again feasted on the bitter
flesh of vermin and partook of the favors of eager women, the
depraved Prophet coming unto the veiled, bare breasted Nubian
harlot Sheba.
Oaf Abu learned that his wife Umm had died, Muhammad stating to
him over strong wine that it was Allah s will.
A grieving Abu came unto his new wife, the widow of Sabri, and
also knew his daughter Ayesha, fulfilling the will of Allah the
Pig.
The Holy Prophet also lusted for Abu s bride, demanding that he
be permitted to lay with her again.
A shrugging Abu handed her over, an angry Muhammad having to
beat the stiff-necked infidel woman once again before he knew
her.
You evil murderous beast! she screamed in tears as Muhammad
was knowing her, May the gods of my fathers destroy you and all
you have wrought!
How dare you attempt to curse me or Allah, grunted the Prophet
as he reached orgasm, his fetid breath causing her to
heave, Take care woman, or I will expose you as the sorceress
you are, giving you over to be stoned by my devoted followers.
Better to be dead than to endure your vile attentions again,
Abu s wife retorted as the Prophet rose from her bed.
Bitch, Muhammad muttered as he left Abu s tent, adjusting his
filthy silk turban.
Leaving the oasis on the third day, the devoted Muslims resumed
their journey to Mecca, Abu still troubled about their limited
numbers and telling the Holy Prophet of his doubts.
Don t worry oaf, we will remain behind while the first wave of
our brothers besiege and subdue the infidels in Mecca, Muhammad
declared in a low tone of voice, Ayesha looking up to him and
frowning.
Do you have a problem with that wife? asked Muhammad,
strangely controlling his compulsion to beat her for daring to
disagree with Allah s unalterable will.
Ayesha remained silent and looked to the ground, Abu
answering, I thought we would lead them in battle.
No, we are to remain behind and observe the followers take the
city, it is the will of Allah, replied Muhammad, he filled with
doubts and preferring to watch from afar, as the strong hashish
he had eaten in Medina had worn off long ago.
Arriving outside the city walls under cover of night, the
Muslims prepared for battle in the only way they knew: skulking
by stealth and murdering defenseless people while they slept.
As a full moon rose, a vanguard of devoted followers scaled the
city walls, only to be discovered and cut down by the defenders
of Mecca.
Attack in the name of Allah! shouted Muhammad while retreating
to a bluff with Abu, his wives and several trusted followers,
the Meccans opening the city gates to meet the glorious warriors
of Allah in battle.
Seeing the Holy Prophet on the bluff by moonlight, this sight
strengthened the attacking Muslims.
The battle is not going very well, observed Abu as the moon
rose higher, watching the Muslim army being wiped out.
Yes, Allah is displeased that our faith was not strong enough,
replied a strangely detached Muhammad, staring from the bluff at
the carnage outside the walls of Mecca.
That, or we didn t have enough men, I told you, retorted Abu,
watching several followers being hacked to death by the
defenders.
That is possible oaf, admitted Muhammad, Abu frowning at the
reply.
What do you plan to do to save your followers Prophet? asked
Ayesha.
Nothing, it is Allah s will, replied Muhammad with a shrug,
still watching the battle.
Abu s frown grew into anger as he watched a smiling Muhammad
delight in the butchery of his followers.
You ve lost at least 30 score since the moon rose, do you
intend to stay until we are slaughtered too? asked Abu s wife.
How dare you speak to me unless spoken to! exclaimed the
Prophet, preparing to smite her across the face.
My good wife Fahimah makes a wise observation, declared Abu,
using her given name for the first time, grasping Muhammad s
forearm, preventing him from striking the widow.
Pulling away from Abu, the Prophet paused and replied, It s
time for us to leave oaf, we shall retreat to the oasis to pray
and fast.
A defeated Muhammad and his trusted followers left the bluff and
headed back toward the oasis in the moonlight. Looking over his
shoulder, the Prophet feared that vengeful Meccans might pursue
them.
Let us make haste, declared Muhammad, fearing for his life.
Several days passed as they retreated from Mecca, the remaining
band of Muslims at last pausing for needed rest and making a
camp in the desert.
The captive Fahimah had grown to respect her new husband Abu, as
he had prevented the Holy Prophet from striking her outside the
walls of Mecca. Making him a meal of jackal flesh soup, she
presented it to him in his tent.
Thank you woman, Abu replied, taking an earthenware bowl and
strong wine, she nodding and leaving him to eat.
As Abu was eating, a stir rose in the camp: a lone survivor of
the battle having at last caught up to the followers. Putting
down his bowl, he left the tent to find the survivor admonishing
Muhammad.
You coward, he gasped, You left us to die, have you no faith
in your visions, or are they only lies coming from your vile
mouth?
The Prophet, drunk, answered, I had a dream after the battle,
it was Allah s will that we were defeated, as it was his will
that you survived. We lost because our faith in Allah was not
strong enough.
You lied, telling us of easy plunder and women; there weren t
enough of us to take Mecca, 50 score died outside the gates for
nothing! the man exclaimed.
No matter, have dung beetles and strong wine to renew your
strength, slurred Muhammad, picking fleas from his beard and
flinging them into a small fire at his side.
The man, much too exhausted to argue further, gratefully took a
plate of boiled dung beetles and a bottle of wine, trudging off
from the deranged Prophet in disgust.
A shocked Abu observed this from the shadows and retreated to
his tent. Such knowledge set heavy upon him, he meditating
privately on the events.
Finishing his meal, he called for his wife Fahimah, she
appearing before him.
I would hear your words wife on this matter: Muhammad preaches
Islam, yet he does not follow the words of Allah.
He is your Prophet, you have sworn to serve him and Allah, my
words are those of an infidel, she answered respectfully.
Still I would hear them, for there is wisdom in what you
utter, Abu replied.
Fahimah, still fearful of her brutal husband, yet bound by her
personal honor to obey, told him of her thoughts on the Prophet
and his actions.
I care not what god he worships, but this demon in man s guise
is not a prophet of a clean desert god, she began.
Abu looked at her as she continued, He forces his followers to
consume the flesh of vermin, delighting in their disgust. I
truly believe him to be so perverted as to rape an infant - he
has others carry out his murderous work while he has no courage
to fight himself: you should draw a knife across your daughter
Ayesha s throat and my own to save us from the corruption of
this man.
Abu, oaf that he was, looked at her silently as she urged him to
destroy the demon Prophet Muhammad, her wise words much harder
to ignore than the screechings of his deceased wife Umm.
