Instead, I thought of making a post about a story involving
a football match in Brazil,
the denouement to which was that a referee was bound, beaten and quartered,
before his head was stuck on a spike in the middle of the pitch. But I was
confused by the fact that, in spite of the obvious horror, there was a
suggestion of the very blackest humour about it. And so it seemed shameful to
continue.
But then I found another story which contained no trace of
humour at all, only the very blackest horror. It told of the attack on a school
in Nigeria
by Islamists, during which some of the children were burned alive. Such things
arrest my breathing for a second, and then arrest the normal flow of my mental
processes for rather longer. It confused the hell out of me, and prompted three
questions:
1) Can I believe that it really happened?
2) How far beneath the veneer of civilised behaviour does
such savagery lurk in all of us?
3) Can there possibly be a Muslim anywhere in the world who
believes that such an act could be the will of Allah? (And just for the sake of
balance, let’s not forget that similar atrocities have been committed by
Christians in the name of God.)
I don’t know how to end this post. The mental processes aren’t
quite flowing again yet.
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