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In the Name of God: The Extremely and Eternally Loving and Caring

It’s about time. 

In the wake of the unprecedented election of Donald Trump and his worrying appointments of anti-Semitic and anti-Muslim ideologues, the American Jewish Committee and the Islamic Society of North America have come together. 

On November 14, both organizations announced the formation of the Muslim-Jewish Advisory Council. As news reports said, 

Though Jewish and Muslim groups have cooperated before, the size and influence of these two particular groups — and the prominence of the people who have joined the council — marks a milestone in Jewish-Muslim relations. 

“Our council is coming at the right time,” said Eftakhar Alam, senior coordinator at ISNA’s Office of Interfaith and Community Alliances. 

“We have to show the administration that as American Muslims and Jews — people of the faiths of Abraham — we are uniting to help the administration navigate in the proper constitutional manner, to uphold freedom of religion and constitutional rights for all American citizens.”

Robert Silverman, AJC Director of Muslim-Jewish relations, also said:

“The Council’s formation shows that American Muslim and Jewish leadership are now working together, focused on domestic developments. This is a first and is good news for the entire country.”

This is truly heartening and one of – I pray – will be many silver linings of the election of Donald Trump. Our two communities are natural allies: we worship the same God of Abraham; we both seek to follow in Abraham’s enormous footsteps; we are both patriotic American communities of faith which desire the best for our country. 

This is in line with the letter and spirit of the Qur’an, which says:

…help one another in furthering virtue and God-consciousness, and do not help one another in furthering evil and enmity… (5:2)

Unto every one of you have We appointed a [different] law and way of life. And if God had so willed, He could surely have made you all one single community: but [He willed it otherwise] in order to test you by means of what He has vouchsafed unto, you. Compete, then, with one another in doing good works! Unto God you all must return; and then He will make you truly understand all that on which you were wont to differ. (5:48)

“Compete, then, with one another in doing good works.”

This is what I have always hoped for the American Jewish and Muslim communities. There are so many things that can separate us, and it is easy to let those forces tear us apart. 

But, really, we need to work together for the common good: not just the good of our two faith communities, but for the common good of all Americans, either of faith or no faith. We are all one American family. We need each other, now more than ever before. 

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In the Name of God: The Extremely and Eternally Loving and Caring

MAKE no mistake about it: the election of Donald Trump has made me fearful. The message sent to me – a born-and-raised American son of Muslim immigrants – by Trump’s victory was that I am not welcome here in my country. This feeling stems from the openly racist and xenophobic rhetoric that came from the Trump campaign, and its wholehearted support from openly racist elements of our society. My intellectually lazy conclusion from seeing so many people voting for Trump is that all of his supporters are racist.

But that’s my point: the conclusion that “all of Trump’s supporters are racist” is intellectually lazy, if not horribly simplistic and ignorant.

So, I searched for answers as to why so many people supported Trump in this election. And my wife gave it to me: this article. It is a long read, but it is well, well worth it. The author, David Wong, explained in great detail what happened:

See, political types talk about “red states” and “blue states” (where red = Republican/conservative and blue = Democrat/progressive), but forget about states. If you want to understand the Trump phenomenon, dig up the much more detailed county map. Here’s how the nation voted county by county in the 2012 election — again, red is Republican:


Every TV show is about LA or New York, maybe with some Chicago or Baltimore thrown in. When they did make a show about us, we were jokes — either wide-eyed, naive fluffballs (Parks And Recreation, and before that, Newhart) or filthy murderous mutants (True Detective, and before that, Deliverance). You could feel the arrogance from hundreds of miles away.

“Nothing that happens outside the city matters!” they say at their cocktail parties, blissfully unaware of where their food is grown. Hey, remember when Hurricane Katrina hit New Orleans? Kind of weird that a big hurricane hundreds of miles across managed to snipe one specific city and avoid everything else. To watch the news (or the multiple movies and TV shows about it), you’d barely hear about how the storm utterly steamrolled rural Mississippi, killing 238 people and doing an astounding $125 billion in damage.

But who cares about those people, right? What’s newsworthy about a bunch of toothless hillbillies crying over a flattened trailer? New Orleans is culturally important. It matters.

To those ignored, suffering people, Donald Trump is a brick chucked through the window of the elites. “Are you a**holes listening now?


I truly did not understand how bad the devastation is for so many of my fellow Americans who live in rural America. I am a city-boy, always have been. Heck, there were towns in Illinois that I did not know even existed until a job change took me to the far Western Suburbs of Chicago.

By the Beautiful Grace of the Beloved, I was spared from the worst effects of the economic downturn. But, so many people were not, and the recovery has not touched them in the least. They are still in a lot of pain, and no one has been listening to them, as Wong explains:

See, rural jobs used to be based around one big local business — a factory, a coal mine, etc. When it dies, the town dies. Where I grew up, it was an oil refinery closing that did us in. I was raised in the hollowed-out shell of what the town had once been. The roof of our high school leaked when it rained. Cities can make up for the loss of manufacturing jobs with service jobs — small towns cannot. That model doesn’t work below a certain population density.

If you don’t live in one of these small towns, you can’t understand the hopelessness.


The rural folk with the Trump signs in their yards say their way of life is dying, and you smirk and say what they really mean is that blacks and gays are finally getting equal rights and they hate it. But I’m telling you, they say their way of life is dying because their way of life is dying. It’s not their imagination. No movie about the future portrays it as being full of traditional families, hunters, and coal mines. Well, except for Hunger Games, and that was depicted as an apocalypse.

So yes, they vote for the guy promising to put things back the way they were, the guy who’d be a wake-up call to the blue islands. They voted for the brick through the window.

It was a vote of desperation.

The article goes into much more detail, and I urge my readers to check it out. But it gave me a much better picture of what is really going on in America and a much better perspective on what happened in the election. What’s more, it has given me some relief. Trump’s (now not so surprising) victory was not because half of the country hates me for my race and religion (although, no doubt, a good many of his supporters probably do). It was because so many people are in suffering in pain, and voting for Donald Trump was their way of giving voice to that pain.

And this gives me – and the rest of the country – a starting point from which we can move forward. The country has spoken: Donald J. Trump will be our next President. But rather than sulk from this reality or cower in fear, we must come together as a people and work for the betterment of our country.

True, we must stand up to the bigots who now feel emboldened by Trump’s win and show them – with grace and goodness – that their hatred is not acceptable. But I still believe that we are one American family, we must all work together to relieve the suffering of anyone in this great American family. I hope and pray that President Trump will join us in this quest and help make America even greater than she already is.


In the Name of God: The Eternally and Extremely Loving and Caring

I WAS BLESSED to finally see Hamilton this last weekend in Chicago. It was a birthday gift for my eldest daughter who is gaga over everything Hamilton. I must admit, I wasn’t too much into it at first, but as the show went on, it grew on me. Now, I’m a big fan. 

One thing I didn’t know going into the show was that many of the Founding Fathers – Washington, Jefferson, Madison – were played by African-American actors. I must confess it was a little weird at first. But, I am very grateful to say, as the show went on, the actors’ ethnicity didn’t matter at all. Each one of them became Washington, or Jefferson, or Madison. 

That had a profound effect on me, and it made me think of this horrifically divided election. Our healing has to start now. 

Sure, we are different on many levels: socially, economically, religiously, ethnically, to name a few. But just like I was blessed to see through the actors’ ethnicities during Hamilton, we must all see through our backgrounds and see each other for who we really are: members of one big American family. 

After everything that’s been said and done during this election, it will hard to forget that a substantial portion of my American family hates me for my faith, hates me for my background, wants me and my relatives banned from the country. While I can never bring myself to support Donald Trump with my money ever again, I have to begin the process in my own heart to prevent the anger and hurt extend to all those fellow Americans who have supported him through and through. 

I must admit, it will be very difficult. But I have to do it, for the good of our people and our country. 

Scripture has told me to do so: 
But [since] good and evil cannot be equal, repel [evil] with something that is better and lo! he between whom and thyself was enmity [may then become] as though he had [always] been close [unto thee], a true friend! (41:34)

This is the way of the Prophet Muhammad (pbuh). This is the way of Jesus Christ (pbuh). I must strive – do Jihad – to do the same. 

If I wrote this after the election, I suspect many may say: “You talk about healing because your Candidate won.” That’s why I’m writing this now. We have to start healing our fractures and divisons now, before the results of the election are known. 

Several weeks ago, I had a very passionate (read: heated) argument with a cousin of mine about politics. Voices – mainly mine – were raised and tempers – mainly mine – flared. But when it was all said and done, I sent him this message: 

No matter how “passionate” I get, you must know my love for you runs very deep…I pray you have no hard feelings. We are blood. And at the end of the day that’s all that matters. 

I disagree with the politics of many of my fellow Americans. I am distressed that they would support a candidate who spews full-throated  bigotry and division. I am saddened that there are Americans who espouse racial or religious hatred. 

And while I don’t have to agree with them, at the end of the day, they are part of my American family. I pray, Sweet Beautiful Lord, that our people can be healed from hatred, and we can all come together as Your American children. Amen, O Lord, Amen. 

In the Name of God: The Extremely and Eternally Loving and Caring

THE RIGHT (and privilege, frankly) to vote has not always universal like it is today. When our country was first founded, slaves were not even considered full human beings. Women were only given the right to vote in this country in 1920, less than one hundred years ago. And when African-Americans were finally freed, they were subjected to terrorism when they asserted their equal rights before the law.

Countless men and women before me have shed their blood and died to give me the right to vote. Too many people sacrificed way too much on my behalf for me to let that sacrifice be in vain.

That is why I cannot countenance, even for a second, sitting out this – or any other – election.

The same should be with the rest of us, most especially my sisters and brothers in the American Muslim community. A full 1/3 of the American Muslim community is African-American, and so they know all too well the sacrifices made for the good of the country. But many in the American Muslim community are immigrants or the sons and daughters of immigrants, hailing from countries where the rulers in power win “elections” by 99.999% of the vote.

That is why, in my mind, no American Muslim should EVER sit out an election. Too much is at stake for American Muslims to not make their voices heard. As it has been said by many, “If you not at the table, then you are on the menu.”

We cannot afford to be on the menu; especially not this year.

For far too long, American Muslims – among many other groups in America – have been used as subjects of fear and hatred for cynical political gain. For far too long, innocent American Muslims – among many other groups in America – have been the subject of hate crimes and physical attacks as a result of that fearmongering. For far too long, American Muslims – among many other groups in America – have suffered senselessly.

That is why American Muslims cannot countenance, even for a second, siting out this – or any other – election.

Writer Bob Cesca tweeted this recently:

And so I replied this way:

Too much is at stake for us to stay home on November 8. We ALL must get out and vote and make our voices heard. And that ESPECIALLY MEANS YOU, American Muslims. That especially means you.

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In the Name of God: The Extremely and Eternally Loving and Caring

THIS YEAR, the juxtaposition of the Islamic New Year and Rosh Hashana is, I believe, a message from God to the Jewish and Muslim communities to come together in their common faith in God and His prophets. Yet, there is a similar message that, I also believe, is sent from God to the Muslim community every single year: the holy day of Ashura.

Ashura is the tenth day of the first month of the Islamic New Year, Muharram. For Sunni Muslims, it is a day of fasting and commemoration of the exodus of Moses and the children of Israel from bondage in Egypt. For Shiite Muslims, it is a day of great theological significance, where they commemorate the tragic murder of Imam Husayn, the grandson of the Prophet Muhammad (pbuh).

Although Sunnis and Shiites commemorate the day differently, the fact that this day (and month in general) has great significance for both communities should be taken as a message from God for the two communities to come together.

For years, I have written about how it is important for Muslims, Jews, and Christians to come together in their common faith in a common Lord and God.It is just as important for Muslims themselves.

Yes, there are differences in theology; yes, there are differences in application of Islamic law; yes, there are differences in political and religious philosophy. Those differences, however, must pale in comparison to the fact that we share the same God, same Prophet (pbuh), same Scripture, AND the same love for the Prophet’s family.

No Sunni Muslim would argue that love for the family of the Prophet (pbuh) is not important. The same goes for Shiite Muslims. This is the thing around which our two communities can come together: our common love for the family of the Prophet (pbuh). No, I am not commemorating Ashura like my Shiite brothers and sisters. That does not mean, however, that I am not terribly pained by the horrific manner in which Imam Husyan – whom I love ever so dearly – was killed all those years ago. I can understand the pain that my Shiite brothers and sisters feel on the day of Ashura and reach out to them in peace and brotherhood.

We desperately need more of this today.

All over the world, and especially in the Middle East, scores of innocent people are dying because of this geopolitical rivalry between Sunni and Shiite. This must stop. No difference in creed is worth the loss of life. None.

I pray that my Shiite sisters and brothers are blessed with peace, safety, and comfort during this Ashura season. I pray that our two communities – Sunni and Shia – may come together around our common love for the family of the Prophet (pbuh) and live in peace. And I pray that the killing and violence against the innocent – wherever it may be – ends once and for all. Amen.

In the Name of God: The Extremely and Eternally Loving and Caring

I tweeted out my happiness at an interesting happenstance that occurred this year:

Kinda cool that the #IslamicNewYear and #RoshHashana are at the same time. May God bring our two communities together in peace.

By the grace of our Lord, it was warmly received by many people. 

And this made me think: the pervasive negativity that has engrossed our country because of the politics of this election has repulsed so many people, including myself. There is so much division, so much animosity, so much hatred. 

We are being made to suspect one another, question one another’s patriotism, and look at each other with suspicion and fear. This is even more acute between many communities of faith, including the Jewish and Muslim ones. Despite the fact that Muslims and Jews have so much in common, there are forces that are hard at work to push us further apart. 

Enter this accident of the calendar: both the Islamic New Year and Rosh Ha-Shana (the Jewish New Year) fall on or at almost the exact same time. 

For both communities, it is a time of reflection over the year that was and the year to come. For both communities, it ushers in a particularly holy time. For both communities, it is a time of renewal and hope that the year to come will be better than the year that was. 

Or, was it an accident? 

Is the Lord our G-d telling us something? Is He wanting us to stop and reflect over our divisons and challenge us to a higher road? Is He wanting us to resist the lower demons of our nature and live up to standards He wanted for us all along? I believe He is. 

He says it Himself in the Qur’an:

Unto every one of you have We appointed a [different] law and way of life. And if God had so willed, He could surely have made you all one single community: but [He willed it otherwise] in order to test you by means of what He has vouchsafed unto you. Compete, then, with one another in doing good works! Unto God you all must return; and then He will make you truly understand all that on which you were wont to differ (5:48).

Compete, then, God says, with one another in doing good works

Yes, we are going to have differences: differences in faith; differences in theology; differences in origin; differences in language; differences in perspective. But we can’t allow ourselves to use those differences to divide. We must allow our common faith in our common Lord make us see past our differences to work together for the common good. 

The calendar is telling us something: we are more alike than we are different. It is telling us to resist the siren song of hatred and be the communities God wanted us to be. If we fail to do this, then I fear the space between the “rock” and “hard place” will suffocate us all, with consequences too devastating to bear. 

In the Name of God: The Extremely and Eternally Loving and Caring

Happy New Year.

The new Islamic Year, 1438, just started. The year, 1438, marks the time since the Prophet Muhammad (pbuh) migrated from Mecca to Medina to escape the brutal persecution of his people.

As with any marker of the passage of time, the Islamic New Year gives Muslims the opportunity to reflect over their lives and their accomplishments in the previous year as well as set goals for what they wish to accomplish in the coming year. The Qur’an, in fact, helps Muslims in this personal reflection:

Truly, the believers shall attain a happy state:
Those who humble themselves in their prayer;
And who turn away from all that is frivolous;
And who are intent on inner purity;
And who are mindful of their chastity [not giving way to their desires] with any but their spouses – that is, those whom they rightfully possess [through wedlock]: for then, behold, they are free of all blame. Whereas such as seek to go beyond that [limit] are truly transgressors;
And who are faithful to their trusts and to their pledges;
And who guard their prayers. (23:1-9)

The Qur’an has a number of such lists of attributes which God finds commendable, and thus they are perfect checklists against which every individual can evaluate themselves and their character. Each of us can see whether we have any of these attributes:

Do we pray the ritual prayers in the first place? And if we do pray, are we humble before God? Do we realize that, while in prayer, we are standing before God?

Do we waste our time in frivolity? Or, do we spend our time wisely, doing things that are useful to ourselves and those around us. Now, this is not saying that entertainment and having a good time is frivolous. It is important to, sometimes, just rest and relax. 

But, frivolity can go overboard. We need to check ourselves and make sure we are not wasting our time doing silly things, especially since we have social media like Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat, and the like right at our fingertips.

Are we constantly striving to make ourselves better people? This is what the verse, “and who are intent on inner purity,” actually means. It literally says, “And those who work towards achieving purity.” Thus, are we seeing what flaws we possess and then working to make those flaws better?

Indeed, the Qur’an is very stern about relationships outside of wedlock, and thus guarding one’s chastity outside of marriage is highlighted here. And in the age of websites like Ashley Madison, this message of chastity and loyalty is extremely important in my eyes.

Are we faithful to our pledges and trusts? Are we people of our word? Can people trust that we will do what we say? Can people trust us at all?

And, again, prayer is highlighted once again, indicating how important the ritual prayer is in Islam.

This is something that we can do, not only every year, but actually every month or even every week. And it is a personal checklist, which we can do with ourselves, without having anyone else accuse us of falling short and making us immediately defensive.

And if we see that we are lacking in one or more of these qualities, then we can set goals for ourselves: to become more mindful in prayer, or more honest with ourselves and others, or more pure, and the like. If more people worked on making themselves better, rather than worrying about how much everyone else is bad, our world would be such a better place.

May we all strive, each and every day, to make ourselves better people. Amen. And a very happy, healthy, and prosperous Islamic New Year to one and all. Amen.

In the Name of God: The Extremely and Eternally Loving and Caring

I QUICKLY PASS OVER the pictures in my Twitter feed. I try not to read the news reports. I even confess at getting a bit annoyed at the constant tweets and posts about what is happening in Syria, about the devastating human tragedy unfolding before the eyes of a seemingly uncaring world.

But all that is because I hate what is going on, and I hate more that there is nothing – other than prayer and supporting those organizations that are helping relieve the suffering in Syria – I can do to stop the terrible tragedy in Aleppo and other cities in Syria.

And as the ferocity of human brutality rages on – by both savage terrorists and savage government forces alike – I start to look for things that make me feel better. Right away, this verse of the Qur’an came to mind:

Corruption and evil has become rife on the land and at sea because of the deeds of humanity: this is in order that He may cause them to have a taste of some of their deeds [so that] perhaps they will turn back [from evil] (30: 41)

It’s their fault, I say to myself. It is all of the various actors – many, if not most, of whom are Muslim – that are fueling this barbaric conflict. Somehow, this is supposed to absolve me of the guilt I feel for living in such blessed comfort while innocent children are being slaughtered mercilessly with each passing second.

In fact, I quoted this very verse to another colleague in reference to the carnage in Syria. He said to me in return, “What about the children?” It stopped me dead in my tracks.

What about the children? What crime have they committed to be viciously murdered? I have no answer. All I have is my cowardly silence.

And so, all I can do is pray for the violence to stop. All I can do is pray for (and support as much as I can) all those who are risking their lives to help the innocent in Syria.

But I also pray that all those who have killed innocent people be brought to justice. Make no mistake about it: they will be brought to justice. They will face God for their crimes. If they laugh in this world, they will not be laughing in the next. They will have to answer the question that God asked more than 1400 years ago in the Qur’an:

And when the little girl that was buried alive is made to ask for what crime she had been killed (81:8-9)

And I also pray for myself. I pray to God for forgiveness that I could not do more to stop what is happening to all those innocent men, women, and children suffering, not only in Syria, but all places in the world. I hope and pray that God forgives my utter helplessness at making our world a better place. Otherwise, I am surely doomed.

I first heard it while listening (for the tenth time) to Disney’s “Pirate Fairy” movie in the car. Towards the end of the film, they play Natasha Bedingfield’s song “Weightless,” and it is a very catchy tune. I looked up the lyrics, and they are as uplifting as the song itself. The most profound part of the song is the chorus:

The sky is the limit
And I just wanna flow
Free as a spirit on a journey of hope
Cut the strings and let me go
I’m weightless, I’m weightless
Millions of balloons tethered to the ground
Weight of the world tries to hold us down
Cut the strings and let me go
I’m weightless, I’m weightless

My Lord, there is so much I can write and reflect about just the chorus: how the “weight of the world” and its delusions, temptations, and estrangement from our Beloved “tries to hold us down.” And all we have to do is “cut the strings” of the world’s delusions and become “weightless” to fly to the Lord our God and His love and light. I could go on and on.

But, invariably, thoughts of my daughter came to my mind when I heard this song. She died more than seven years ago, losing a battle with lymphoma. And it was these words in particular that truly affected me deeply:

cut the strings and let me go
I’m weightless, I’m weightless

As soon as she breathed her last, the “strings” that kept her “tethered to the ground” were cut, and she truly became “weightless.” She was not just such a beautiful little girl, but she was truly a beautiful soul. So kind, so sweet, so bright; she brought my wife and me so much joy, so much happiness.

But she was “tethered to the ground” by disability – she had a terribly crippling disease called Ataxia-Telangiectasia. By the time she was ten, she could no longer walk. She was “tethered to the ground” by chronic infection – she was on antibiotics every day for two years prior to her cancer diagnosis. And she was completely “tethered to the ground” by her cancer, which ravaged her poor, little body from the very moment of diagnosis.

The chemotherapy, with all of its poisonous side effects, also completely “tethered her to the ground.” And I know she felt “held down” by the “weight of the world,” because she would love it when I would spin her around in my arms. I could see on her face that she felt free. I loved those moments.

And when our Beloved decreed that He wanted her back with Him, I know that the “strings” that kept her down were finally cut, and she was finally free to “flow/Free as a spirit on a journey of hope.” She was finally free of disease, cancer, pain, misery, and disability.

But she left behind a father who was devastated; a father who is completely weighed down by the grief – horrible grief – of her loss. It’s so hard to be strong all the time. I don’t want to be sad all the time; it is not fair to all those around me and to those who depend on me. And, as a believer in and servant of the Beautiful Lord, I should be happy when He gives me moments of happiness.

Nevertheless, my heart is still smothered by the pain and constriction of her loss. Sometimes, I can’t even breathe, and I am quickly overwhelmed. It doesn’t take much to bring the sadness over the horror of her loss up to the surface.

On the one hand, I’m happy that the “strings” that held my baby down were cut. I’m happy that she finally became “weightless”, and that she could finally fly like she always wanted to do.

But, I’m not happy that she is gone. As she flew away to her Lord, she left behind a father who was – and still is – ravaged by her loss; still screaming out in terrible pain; weighed down by a sadness that no one should have to bear.

Lord! Beloved Lord! I am not complaining, but sometimes I have to let it out. Lord, Beautiful Lord, You know the best how much my heart hurts; how much my soul shakes from grief; how much I miss my baby. Lord, Beautiful Lord, I have been blessed with so much good after her loss, but – and You know best – the pain of her loss has not gone away. I know, my Lord, that she is now “weightless” with happiness; “weightless” in Your Garden; “weightless” in Your Presence and Light.

But, she left behind a father weighed down by the horror of her loss. Lord, Beautiful Lord, please tell my baby that her Baba misses her so much. Please tell her that her Baba can’t wait to see her again. Please tell her that her Baba loves her so very much. Please tell her that her Baba loves her so very much…

In the Name of God: The Extremely and Everlastingly Loving and Caring

While the investigation into the motives of the suspected bomber in NYC continues, there is one aspect that gave me pause:

Multiple federal law enforcement and intelligence sources said that Rahami’s friends and family were telling investigators that they noticed a transformation when he returned from Afghanistan in 2014 regarding his dress and appearance. He had become more religious and started distancing himself from friends and family.

He had become “more religious.” What seems implicit in this statement is that his religiosity, somehow, led to his radicalization and his becoming a would-be mass murderer.

Let me say this: being “religious” and committing mass murder do not belong in the same sentence.

Now, author and internationally syndicated columnist Rami Khouri made a good point about why some people become more religious:

Still, there seems to be this contention in the minds of many that Islamic religiosity is connected with violent extremism.

This is simply not true.

In fact, Islamic religiosity should make someone less violent, not more.

If someone becomes more religious, he or she would become closer to God. This would then mean his or her love for God would increase. If one’s love for God increases, then this necessarily would mean that his or her love for God’s creation would also increase. As a result, violence would not be contemplated, since it would hurt the very creation of the God that one loves.

In the Qur’an God says:

Now there has come to you from God a light and a clear divine writ through which God shows unto all that seek His goodly acceptance the paths leading to salvation and, by His Grace, brings them out of the depths of darkness into the light and guides them onto a straight way (5:15-16)

The term “paths leading to salvation” in the above verse is literally translated as “the paths of peace.”

Thus, violence can never figure into one’s “path of salvation,” or “path of peace,” to God. They are wholly antithetical. Any non-Muslim who thinks otherwise is mistaken about our faith. And any Muslim who thinks otherwise is deluded by Satan.