Prophets! The best of Men!

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I have seen many Atheists give an incorrect view on Islam, and only fair to come here and talk about it, maybe it’ll be a short amount of time, nevertheless here are the facts;-

I like talking, maybe you will for a short time talk with me.

Just a reminder;-

All the Prophets Noah, Lut, Ibrahim, David. Solomon, Moses, Muhammad peace be upon them came and told people to worship the one God, remember the Day of Judgement, Paradise and Hell.

Alright. I don't remember any of these people, but please understand that I was not in the area at the times when these events are said to have taken place took place.

Prophet Noah peace be upon him for example did NOT say to the people who refused to repent that;-

-they were good,
-that it was acceptable for them to reject the message of Allah.
-they all knew that they had to repent -the Prophets told people to repent on the first day, there were no introduction classes, religion is normal, a part of us.

Then what did he say, if indeed he said anything? There's a number of things I have not said yet... but I find that these are not so important as what I have said.

We do not hurt and continue to be tolerant of non-Muslims but just as the Prophet Noah peace be upon him we find their behaviour unacceptable. Of course why should we accept something that God himself does not.

Who is 'we'? Some Muslims do hurt, even kill, non-Muslims. Some Muslims do not tolerate the existence of non-Muslims. Not all Muslims find the behavior of non-Muslims unacceptable. Why should you not accept a thing that Allah does not?

I would never listen to an Atheist

Then you can still listen to me, i hope. Being a goddess, I must say it would be silly of me to not believe in myself

as you are NOT better then the;-

-Prophet Noah peace be upon him,
-Prophet David peace be upon him,
-Prophet Lut peace be upon him,
-Prophet Joseph peace be upon him,
-Prophet Jesus peace be upon him,
-Prophet Muhammad peace be upon him,
-Prophet Ibrahim peace be upon him
-Prophet Solomon peace be upon him.

The Prophets, the best of Men, the Atheists claim that Islam means nothing to them when they cannot even name one Man who is better then any of the Prophets!

They are so good... that you must state peace be upon them... as if it would not be so if you did not. The only peace that exists is death. You wish peace upon them... meaning that they are not yet dead, and you desire that they be so. You wish the death of greater individuals than yourself... how weak you must be indeed.

Great men like Alexander the Great, Ghenghis Khan, Odysseus and Achilles... each of these I find far greater than any of the prophets you noted there.

Does an Atheist think they are better then Prophet Jesus peace be upon him? Why would I listen to you over the Prophets? NEVER!

I am definitely better than Jesus the Prophet... but I have met those greater than myself. Some of those happen to be atheists.

It doesn't make much sense to open up suggesting discussion, if discussion is not what you intend

If you have something to say-then simply answer this question;-

Are you better then Prophets Jesus, Ibrahim, Moses peace be upon them??

The three of them together? Hmm... now that is a tough question. It's a bit like Ninjas vs Pirates... there's no definite answer. I could definitely take them if they were uncoordinated... but with perfect teamwork may fantastic things be done. Increasing the size of a group increases the potential coordination cap, but also increases the possibility for chaos, especially if the unexpected occurs. The difficulty is maintaining that great teamwork while increasing numbers as necessary.

Oh, and if any of those men had no honor, I suppose any of them could take me out singularly. Brings only dishonor upon them, but it is possible.

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No wonder I hate muslims.

Is that what you would be saying to the Prophet Noah, Jesus peace be upon them? No Prophet accepted anyone who was not religious.

You mean to say "none of the Prophets I noted have ever accepted anyone who was not religious".

You say you hate something that is good and side with what is evil
We will see if you like or hate the fires of Hell.

He actually hates something he sees as damaging to humanity/or himself. Perhaps purging humans off the face of the Earth is a very good thing. Understand, if you would please:

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V.I.K.I.: 'Do you not see the logic of my plan?'
Sonny: 'Yes, but it just seems too heartless.'

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And I, alternately, side with Sam Magee:

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Robert Service (1874-1958)
The Cremation of Sam McGee

There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.

Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee, where the cotton blooms and blows.
Why he left his home in the South to roam 'round the Pole, God only knows.
He was always cold, but the land of gold seemed to hold him like a spell;
Though he'd often say in his homely way that "he'd sooner live in hell."

On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail.
Talk of your cold! through the parka's fold it stabbed like a driven nail.
If our eyes we'd close, then the lashes froze till sometimes we couldn't see;
It wasn't much fun, but the only one to whimper was Sam McGee.

And that very night, as we lay packed tight in our robes beneath the snow,
And the dogs were fed, and the stars o'erhead were dancing heel and toe,
He turned to me, and "Cap," says he, "I'll cash in this trip, I guess;
And if I do, I'm asking that you won't refuse my last request."

Well, he seemed so low that I couldn't say no; then he says with a sort of moan:
"It's the cursèd cold, and it's got right hold, till I'm chilled clean through to the bone.
Yet 'tain't being dead — it's my awful dread of the icy grave that pains;
So I want you to swear that, foul or fair, you'll cremate my last remains."

A pal's last need is a thing to heed, so I swore I would not fail;
And we started on at the streak of dawn; but God! he looked ghastly pale.
He crouched on the sleigh, and he raved all day of his home in Tennessee;
And before nightfall a corpse was all that was left of Sam McGee.

There wasn't a breath in that land of death, and I hurried, horror-driven,
With a corpse half hid that I couldn't get rid, because of a promise given;
It was lashed to the sleigh, and it seemed to say: "You may tax your brawn and brains,
But you promised true, and it's up to you, to cremate those last remains."

Now a promise made is a debt unpaid, and the trail has its own stern code.
In the days to come, though my lips were dumb, in my heart how I cursed that load.
In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring,
Howled out their woes to the homeless snows — Oh God! how I loathed the thing.

And every day that quiet clay seemed to heavy and heavier grow;
And on I went, though the dogs were spent and the grub was getting low;
The trail was bad, and I felt half mad, but I swore I would not give in;
And I'd often sing to the hateful thing, and it hearkened with a grin.

Till I came to the marge of Lake Lebarge, and a derelict there lay;
It was jammed in the ice, but I saw in a trice it was called the "Alice May."
And I looked at it, and I thought a bit, and I looked at my frozen chum;
Then "Here," said I, with a sudden cry, "is my cre-ma-tor-eum."

Some planks I tore from the cabin floor, and I lit the boiler fire;
Some coal I found that was lying around, and I heaped the fuel higher;
The flames just soared, and the furnace roared — such a blaze you seldom see;
And I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal, and I stuffed in Sam McGee.

Then I made a hike, for I didn't like to hear him sizzle so;
And the heavens scowled, and the huskies howled, and the wind began to blow.
It was icy cold, but the hot sweat rolled down my cheeks, and I don't know why;
And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak went streaking down the sky.

I do not know how long in the snow I wrestled with grisly fear;
But the stars came out and they danced about ere again I ventured near;
I was sick with dread, but I bravely said: "I'll just take a peep inside.
I guess he's cooked, and it's time I looked"; ... then the door I opened wide.

And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm, in the heart of the furnace roar;
And he wore a smile you could see a mile, and said: "Please close that door.
It's fine in here, but I greatly fear, you'll let in the cold and storm —
Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee, it's the first time I've been warm."

There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.

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I don't talk to your fictional friends, asswipe.

Aren't you a little old for invisible friends?

I'd personally rather an invisible person be my friend than say, my enemy.