This is the tale of how Oz came to declare there is no God but Allah and Muhammad is His prophet.
THANK YOU. HELLO
Bitch.
CHILDREN, I HAVE BEEN GIVEN THE POWER
Fucking Bitch.
THANK YOU. HELLO
So even though shes as secular ashe met her in a gender studies tute for Gods sakestill her family goes, he has to convert to Islam before he can marry her. And he goes, but I dont believe in one God and all his prophets and all the books sent down to the prophets, and angels and djinn and the day of judgement, life after death, heaven and hell and possibly predestination I love you all, but Im sorry I just dont I cant believe in all that. And they look at him as though theyve just realised he comes from Vaucluse. Believe? What are you talking about believe? We just want you to convert!.
Fucking leave him standing here for fucking half an hour. And he had to get the train and leave his car in Bankstown. Fuck.
So of course all the kids got in trouble for trying to make him say la ilaha il la la la , whatever it is, in all these stupid ways. Pretending it was a respectful way of saying thank you to Leb shopkeepers; pretending it was the lyrics to an Egyptian pop song God knows. Anyway, finally the family had enough of waiting and decided to get serious about making him convert. The younger sistertop 1000 HSC, first year Communications at UTSokay, she goes first. Given that the the boyfriend is stuck on this whole belief thing, she decides to tackle it head on. Shes Googling for all shes worthC.S Lewis, Newman, Plantinga finally she discovers Aquinas. Finally, knockdown boyfriend arguments. If theres no God, what caused everything, hey? Nothing cant come from nothing. Or again, order. Everything is so ideally organised for lifesurely this cant just be chance. Or sheer logicGods perfect, its perfect to exist, God exists! But no! Even UTS cant convince himOK, even if I accept all these arguments, which I dont, but even if whats to say this God is Allah? Whats to say theres not three gods? Whats to say it isnt even a god at all?
Does he have to stand here, listening to this? If those fags were in Bankstown Bitch. He knew when she wouldnt give her mobilehe hadnt believed her. But theyd been on MSN all week. Hed texted the Uplate Game Showc u satdayeven got Richard Mercer, the fuck, to play I will always love you. Fuck Adultmatchmaker! And if its not those fags, its that dog Bitch!
So next the Dad tried.
You believe in Christmas?
Well
Whats the 25th of December?
Well, its Christmas
You believe in Christmas! You believe in Easter?
Well, yes
Okay. You believe now, see. Now, you just have to believe different holidays
Look, I believe that there are those days but I dont believe the stories about those days.
I dont understand.
Older Brother joined in.
Is it pork?
No.
Because we can eat pork. If you are starving, you can eat pork?
No its not the pork.
Is it alcohol?
No.
Because we can drink alcohol, if we are dying of thirst.
I dont care about the alcohol.
You know you dont need to get circumcised?
But again, to no avail.
COMPANION OF THE GREAT QUEEN VICTORIA. BECAUSE OF THE MANY GOOD DEEDS I HAVE DONE FOR DEAF AND BLIND CHILDREN, I HAVE BEEN GIVEN THE POWER OF SPEECH. PUT A COIN IN THE FOUNTAIN AND I WILL THANK YOU. WOOF WOOF. THANK YOU. HELLO, MY NAME IS ISLAY. I WAS ONCE COMPANION OF THE GREAT QUEEN VICTORIA. BECAUSE
Racist fags. Racist dog.
So, finally, Granddad communicates from his chair that he has something to say. Older Brother translates. Granddad speaks from his chair for several minutes, moving his hands back and forth, spitting loudly then softly, smiling and grimacing alternately and then once, rather horrifically, simultaneously. Granddad says he is going to tell a story, Older Brother translates finally. Then Granddad silently inhales his Camel for a minuteIts about this imam who goes to a party and they say he cant get in because his clothes are cheap. Granddad suddenly stands up and shouts, waves his fist in the airThe imam goes home silently and changes. Granddad then starts hobbling around the room, repeating the same thing to every household object that he encounters; chair, telephone, flying wall duck. Finally, Granddad grabs hold of his hand and looks at him squeezing his fingers and repeats the same thing twiceThen they let the imam into the party and he puts his sleeve in the soup and everyone is shocked. Granddad sits back down in his chair, extinguishes the Camel and goes to sleep. For the third time, he is not converted.
He read the plaqueTHE LEGEND OF ISLAY. That was it.
ISLAY WAS THE FAVOURITE PET OF QUEEN VICTORIA; WHENEVER HE SAW HIS ROYAL MISTRESS, HE WOULD SIT UP AND BEG FOR A BISCUIT. NOW, OVER A CENTURY LATER, ISLAY IS BEGGING HOPEFULLY FOR A COIN TO HELP THE DEAF AND BLIND CHILDREN OF NEW SOUTH WALES.
Anglos were seriously fucked. He wanted his Mazda. Fuck New South Waleshe wanted Bankstown. And he never wanted to listen to gays or chat online with a dumb blonde ever again.
So what happened in the end?
But Ozan Ozturk, which almost means pure Turkish poet, abruptly ceased kicking the talking statue of Islay, walked up to the two well-coiffed men and yelled over the top of John Laws barking. La la la la la la, MuhammadIll wrestle ya. And with that, he stomped down to Town Hall station and thence home to Bankstown and his Mazda.
What the fuck?
God knows.
WOOF WOOF.