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In light of the recent events of fitnah and because of the many emails and telephone calls that we have received asking about Aboo Muslimah, we have decided to post as a series the edited version of the 'Emperor has no Thowb'.
The individuals named in the story are shooraa board memebers of Aboo Muslimah's masjid.
Once upon a time there lived a vain Emperor (played by Abu Muslimah) whose only
worry in life was to dress in elegant clothes. He changed clothes almost every hour and
loved to show them off to his people.
Word of the Emperor's refined habits spread over his kingdom (in East Orange,
New Jersey) and beyond. Two scoundrels who had heard of the Emperor's vanity
decided to take advantage of it. They introduced themselves at the gates of the palace
with a scheme in mind.
"We are two very good tailors and after many years of research we have invented an
extraordinary method to weave a cloth so light and fine that it looks invisible. As a matter
of fact it is invisible to anyone who is too stupid and incompetent to appreciate its
quality."
The chief of the guards heard the scoundrel's strange story and sent for the court
chamberlain (played by Dawud Hasan). The chamberlain notified the prime minister
(played by Haneef Muhammad), who ran to the Emperor and disclosed the incredible
news. The Emperor's curiosity got the better of him and he decided to see the two
scoundrels.
"Besides being invisible, your Highness, this cloth will be woven in colors and
patterns created especially for you." The Emperor gave the two men a bag of gold coins
in exchange for their promise to begin working on the fabric immediately.
"Just tell us what you need to get started and we'll give it to you." The two scoundrels
asked for a loom, silk, gold thread and then pretended to begin working. The Emperor
thought he had spent his money quite well, in addition to getting a new extraordinary suit,
he would discover which of his subjects were ignorant and incompetent. A few days
later, he called the old and wise prime minister, who was considered by everyone as a
man with common sense.
"Go and see how the work is proceeding," The Emperor told him, "and come back to
let me know."
The two scoundrels welcomed the prime minister.
"We're almost finished, but we need a lot more gold thread. Here, Excellency!
Admire the colors, feel the softness!" The old man bent over the loom and tried to see the
fabric that was not there. He felt cold sweat on his forehead.
"I can't see anything," he thought. "If I see nothing, that means I'm stupid! Or,
worse, incompetent!" If the prime minister admitted that he didn't see anything, he
would be discharged from his office.
"What a marvelous fabric, he said then. "I'll certainly tell the Emperor." The two
scoundrels rubbed their hands gleefully. They had almost made it. More thread was
requested to finish the work.
Finally, the Emperor received the announcement that the two tailors had come to take
all the measurements needed to sew his new suit.
"Come in," the Emperor ordered. Even as they bowed, the two scoundrels pretended
to be holding large roll of fabric.
"Here it is your Highness, the result of our labor," the scoundrels said. "We have
worked night and day but, at last, the most beautiful fabric in the world is ready for you.
Look at the colors and feel how fine it is." Of course the Emperor did not see any colors
and could not feel any cloth between his fingers. He panicked and felt like fainting, luckily the throne was right behind him and he sat down. But when he realized that no one could know that he did not see the fabric, he felt better. Nobody could find out he
was stupid and incompetent. And the Emperor didn't know that everybody else around
him thought and did the very same thing.
The farce continued as the two scoundrels had foreseen it. Once they had taken the measurements, the two began cutting the air with scissors while sewing with their needles
an invisible cloth.
"Your Highness, you'll have to take off your clothes to try on your new ones." The two scoundrels draped the new clothes on him and then held up a mirror. The Emperor was embarrassed but since none of his bystanders were, he felt relieved.
"Yes, this is a beautiful suit and it looks very good on me," the Emperor said trying to
look comfortable. "You've done a fine job."
"Your Majesty," the prime minister said, "we have a request for you. The people have
found out about this extraordinary fabric and they are anxious to see you in your new
suit." The Emperor was doubtful showing himself naked to the people, but the n he
abandoned his fears. After all, no one would know about it except the ignorant and the
incompetent.
"All right," he said. "I will grant the people this privilege." He summoned his carriage
and the ceremonial parade was formed. A group of dignitaries walked at the very front of
the procession and anxiously scrutinized the faces of the people in the street. All the
people had gathered in the main square, pushing and shoving to get a better look.
Applause welcomed the regal procession. Everyone wanted to know how stupid or
incompetent his or her neighbor was but, as the Emperor passed, a strange murmur rose
from the crowd. Everyone said, loud enough for the others to hear: "Look at the Emperor?s new
clothes.
"They are beautiful!"
"What a marvelous train!"
"And the colors!
"The colors of that beautiful fabric! I have never seen anything like it in my life!"
They all tried to conceal their disappointment at not being able to see the clothes, and since nobody was willing to admit his own stupidity and incompetence, they all behaved as the two scoundrels had predicted.
A child (played by all the Muslims who repented, made restoration, clarification
of their affairs and returned to the manhaj of the Salaf), however, who had no
important job and could only see things as his eyes showed them to him, went up to the
carriage.
"The Emperor is naked," he said.
"Fool!" his father reprimanded, running after him. "Don't talk nonsense!" He
grabbed his child and took him away. But the boy's remark, which had been heard by the
bystanders, was repeated over and over again until everyone cried:
"The boy is right!" "The Emperor is naked!" "It's true!"
The Emperor realized that the people were right but could not admit to that. He thought it better to continue the procession (his hizbee activities) under the illusion that anyone who couldn't see his clothes was either stupid or incompetent.
And he stood stiffly on his carriage, while behind him a page (played by Umar Abdul Ba?ith) held his
imaginary mantle!
Please pay close attention to some of the striking similiarities between Aboo Muslimah and Aboo Usaamah!
1 His Errors in the area of Aqeedah and Manhaj.
2 His Blatant disrespect and Belittlement for the People of Knowledge.
3 His Defamation, belittlement and unjustified disparagement of the students of knowledge and callers of the Da?watus Salafiyyah or
anyone else in general of whom he does not hold in high esteem.
4 That he is a chronic liar and that he plays with the Deen of Allaah.
5 His Walaa (loyalty) to the People of Bid?ah wal Furqah (innovations and separation) Baraa (disavowal) of the People of the Sunnah wal Jamaa?ah.
6 His Muwaazanah.
7 His Erroneous Fiqh conclusions.
8 His Errors in the Arabic language.
9 His Opposition to the Manhaj of the Salaf with his belief that sin(and those who commit them) is more atrocious than innovation and his leaning towards the methodology of the Khawaarij, that even if a man repents his good character or trustworthiness never returns to him.
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AbooTasneem
26-10-2002 @ 12:00 AM
