Photos are added by me.
Caution: the language and some photos are somewhat graphic. There were many photos I came across that were far, far beyond anything I would ever consider reproducing here - extremely disturbing photos like the one of a little Afghan girl beheaded for walking to school.
Edmonton, Alberta, Canada
Its funny, whenever you hear a Muslim talk about Islam the thing that strikes one the hardest, for those with insight into Islam and the truth of the same, is the contrast between reality and the stunning lies that fall out of their mouths.
In spite of overwhelming evidence to the contrary Muslims call their political ideology, Islam, a religion.
In spite of overwhelming evidence to the contrary Muslims tell us of their love for the weakest amongst their own, and from the death and madness that reflects from that murderously obscene departure from the truth can be found another grotesque reflection, as through their clenched teeth, they hiss of their "love" for non-Muslims.
Those Muslim lies, that poisonous black-hearted Muslim reality is, more often than not, reflected on those who bear the greatest burden of the poison of Islam, reflected on the faces of Muslim children.
These faces, some as yet unstained with the harsh reality of Islam, reflect trust, love, mirth, wonder, expectation and the simplicity and joy of childhood.
Unfortunately they will not remain this way for long, for in their future awaits a predator of the human soul, awaits the grotesque, awaits the mind numbing, awaits the hateful and the disfiguring, in their future awaits the love of Muhammad.
These are the faces of children, unsuspecting and oblivious, children who will meet the purest manifestation of poison, of sickness and of evil.....these are the children who will meet Islam.
These are the faces of little girls who will spend their childhoods learning that they are worth less than domestic livestock.
These are the faces of little girls who will lead lives of grinding poverty and servitude, lives completely devoid of one shred of joy, lives in which laughter is little more than a distant echo......a taunting echo reminding them of innocence lost.
These are the faces of little girls that, for the heinous crime of seeking the joys and wondrous enlightenment of education, will melt and burn as they are splashed with acid.
These are the faces of little girls who, stunned and bewildered, will pack their meager belongings and be sent off to join the owners their parents sold them to.
These are the faces of little girls who, at tender prepubescent ages will, in accordance with the dictates of the mass murdering pedophile Muhammad, be married off to men in their 50's and 60's......where on their "wedding night", miles from their villages, their screams will shatter the night air as they are violently sodomized and raped by grunting, drooling Muslim husbands.
These are the faces, the bright shining faces of little girls who, as Muslim wives, leading lives of quiet desperation, will, for the crime of lacking in domestic skill or failing to bend over and hike their skirts fast enough for the Muslim master of the house, will be dragged outside, held down and have their ears and noses sliced off with a knife.
These are the faces of little girls, little girls who had the misfortune of being born female in the world of Muslims, and they will pay for that mistake by running, from cradle to grave, a gauntlet of violence, misery, brutality, indifference, servitude, grovelling deference, illiteracy, malnutrition and premature death.....in other words....they will live their lives according to the sadistic will of Muhammad.
These are the faces of little girls, little girls who, having no place left to turn, having nothing left to give, having no spot on their bodies unbruised by the love of Islam, little girls who will douse themselves with gasoline and self-immolate and, if they are lucky, will die.....and if not, as reflected in hospitals across the Muslim world, will spend their last earthly moments in tortuous agony, praying every moment for the merciful release that is their death.
These are the faces of little boys, little boys who will be taught that their sisters and mothers are little more than human garbage.
These are the faces of little boys who, burying their faces in pillows and covering their ears, will still hear the crunch as the fists of Muslim fathers meets the flesh of their mothers faces, as Muhammad's law is dispensed.
These are the faces of little boys who will bear witness to their fathers and brothers as they mutilate the bodies and faces of their sisters and mothers.
These are the faces of little boys that will reflect confusion as they are told to dress in women's clothing and dance an erotic Bacha Bazi dance for the pleasure of leering Muslim pedophiles, for the pleasure of Muhammad and his men.
These are the faces of little boys, faces that will contort in agony and beg deliverance as they are treated to a post-dance evening of rape, forced oral sex and sodomy as they are passed from Muslim man to Muslim man.
These are the faces of little boys, faces of little boys that will render pink with their mother's arterial spray as her head is removed for the convenient contrivance of crime of adultery or blasphemy.
These are the faces of little boys who, with rumbling tummies, will be told the blackest of lies, will be told fabrications by the quintessential pimps of madness and hate; conniving mullahs and imams, truly, the blackest of liars to ever walk the face of the earth.
These are the faces of little boys who will be told that a better life awaits them after death, a life of riches, a life of plenty and ease, a life filled with fawning virgins and sumptuous feasts, all at their leisure and simply for their pleasure.....if only......if only.......they will perform this one small favour for Allah.
These are the faces of little boys that will be beaded with sweat as, their nervous fingers fumbling, they close the locks and hasps of the explosive vest placed on them with expertise by their own fathers and mothers.......all under the approving gaze of the leering reptiles; mullahs and imams.
These are the faces of little boys, faces that will, in a deafening roar, in a blinding flash of light, in the sweetest agony of a life taking shower of glass and razor sharp shrapnel, as that number is dialed on the cell phone......simply evaporate, borne away on a river of blood and despair......borne away on a cowardly, murderous lie.
I had a thought.......if I could grab every one of these kids.......sweep them up in my arms and dash them off to safety......ahhhhh what the hell......it was just a thought.
Ladies and Gentlemen.....there is no joy in the world tonight.........for the love of Islam stalks the streets and alleyways.
Food for thought, catalyst for action.
Regards, Don Laird