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Peace

I am the last person to get involved in politics and religious debates.  Lets be honest, unless it is shoes, football or handbags I don't have much of an opinion; but as an individual who was raised in a Muslim family I think that I have a few things I wish to express in words.

Islamic state... "Islamic"... According to whom, exactly, are these uneducated, vile cowards a part of Islam?  I have strong opinions on things which happen in the lives of those who claim to belong to Islam, however these are opinion based.  For instance, Muslims who judge fellow Muslims for not covering their hair or praying five times a day.  Or Muslim girls who are arguably strong believers just because they wear a hijab, but they do every other "haram" (forbidden) thing behind closed doors, or own more MAC lipsticks than I... Anyhow, this is besides the point.

I cannot express the rage that comes over me when I read things about terrorism.  Under which religion or religious law do you see that it is OK to kill innocent people?  Which book is this written in?  Did you give this life, for it to be OK for you to take it?  I find it even more bizarre, however, that these people call themselves the Islamic State.  In no country, Iraq or Syria, or even in Saudi Arabia where the religion originated, but nowhere in this world is it acceptable to take the lives of others.  As a Muslim, I can confidently say, that even attempting suicide, or killing a spider for that matter, (which is believed to be a big part of the Holy book), is a sin.  Now how can a group of terrorists claim to belong to this religion?

What is even just a little more worse than everything listed, though, is the hatred, the ignorance and the tragic comments which I have seen online since these bombings have taken place.  I do not under no circumstances condone terrorism, and I am a Muslim.  I am a Muslim, and I am not a terrorist.  Peace.

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