Sunday, July 25, 2004
Venha o Diabo e Escolha
Nao resisti a partilhar convosco uma passagem do livro que leio no momento, "The Life of Pi", por Yann Martel.
Deliciosa!
(...)
"There is no mistake, " said the priest. "I know this boy. He is Piscine Molitor Patel and he's a Christian."
"I know him too, and I tell you he's a Muslim," asserted the iman.
"Nonesense!" cried the pandit. "Piscine was born a Hindu, lives a Hindu and will die a Hindu!"
The three wise men stared at each oter, breathless and disbelieving.
Lord, avert their eyes from me (Piscine), I whispered in my soul.
All eyes fell upon me.
"Piscine, can this be true?" asked the iman earnestly. "Hindus and Christians are idolaters. They have many gods."
"And Muslims have many wifes," responded the pandit.
The priest looked askance at both of them. "Piscine," he nearly whispered, "there is salvation only in Jesus."
"Balderash! Christians know nothing about religion," said the pandit.
"They strayed long ago from God's path," said the iman.
"Where's God in your religion?" snapped the priest. "You don't have a single miracle to show for it. What kind of religion is that, without miracles?"
"It isn't a circus with dead people jumping out of tombs all the time, that's what! We Muslims stick to the essential miracle of existence. Birds flying, rain falling, crops growing - these are miracles enough for us."
"Feathers and rain are all very nice, but we like to know that God is truly with us."
"Is that so? Well, a whole lot of good it did God to be with you - you tried to kill him! You banged him to a cross with great big nails. Is that a civilized way to treat a prophet? The prophet Muhammad - peace be upon him - brought us the word of God without any undignified nonsense and died at a ripe old age."
"The word of God? To that iliterate merchant of yours in the middle of the desert? Those were drooling epiletic fits brought on by swaying of his camel, not divine revelation. That, or the sun frying his brains!"
"If the Prophet - peace be upon him - were alive, he would have choice words for you," replied the iman, with narrowed eyes.
"well, he's not! Christ is alive, while you old "piece be upon him" is dead, dead, dead!"
The pandit interrupted them quietly. In Tamil he said, "The real question is, why is Piscine with these foreign religions?"
The eyes of the priest and the iman properly popped out of their heads. They were both native Tamils.
"God is Universal", spluttered the priest.
The iman nodded strong approval. "There is only one God."
"And with their one god Muslims are always causing troubles and provoking riots. The proof of how bad Islam is, is how uncivilized Muslims are," pronounced the pandit.
"Says the slave-driver of the caste system." huffed the iman. "Hindus enslave people and worship dressed-up dolls."
"They are golden calf lovers. They kneel before cows," the priest chimed in.
"While Christians kneel before a white man! They are the flunkies of a foreign god. They are the nightmare of all non-white people."
"And they eat pigs and are cannibals," added the iman for good measure.
"what it comes down to," the priest put out with cool rage, "is wether Piscine wants real religion - or myths from a cartoon strip."
"God - or idols," intoned the iman gravely.
"Our gods - or colonial gods," hissed the pandit. '
(...)
Deliciosa!
(...)
"There is no mistake, " said the priest. "I know this boy. He is Piscine Molitor Patel and he's a Christian."
"I know him too, and I tell you he's a Muslim," asserted the iman.
"Nonesense!" cried the pandit. "Piscine was born a Hindu, lives a Hindu and will die a Hindu!"
The three wise men stared at each oter, breathless and disbelieving.
Lord, avert their eyes from me (Piscine), I whispered in my soul.
All eyes fell upon me.
"Piscine, can this be true?" asked the iman earnestly. "Hindus and Christians are idolaters. They have many gods."
"And Muslims have many wifes," responded the pandit.
The priest looked askance at both of them. "Piscine," he nearly whispered, "there is salvation only in Jesus."
"Balderash! Christians know nothing about religion," said the pandit.
"They strayed long ago from God's path," said the iman.
"Where's God in your religion?" snapped the priest. "You don't have a single miracle to show for it. What kind of religion is that, without miracles?"
"It isn't a circus with dead people jumping out of tombs all the time, that's what! We Muslims stick to the essential miracle of existence. Birds flying, rain falling, crops growing - these are miracles enough for us."
"Feathers and rain are all very nice, but we like to know that God is truly with us."
"Is that so? Well, a whole lot of good it did God to be with you - you tried to kill him! You banged him to a cross with great big nails. Is that a civilized way to treat a prophet? The prophet Muhammad - peace be upon him - brought us the word of God without any undignified nonsense and died at a ripe old age."
"The word of God? To that iliterate merchant of yours in the middle of the desert? Those were drooling epiletic fits brought on by swaying of his camel, not divine revelation. That, or the sun frying his brains!"
"If the Prophet - peace be upon him - were alive, he would have choice words for you," replied the iman, with narrowed eyes.
"well, he's not! Christ is alive, while you old "piece be upon him" is dead, dead, dead!"
The pandit interrupted them quietly. In Tamil he said, "The real question is, why is Piscine with these foreign religions?"
The eyes of the priest and the iman properly popped out of their heads. They were both native Tamils.
"God is Universal", spluttered the priest.
The iman nodded strong approval. "There is only one God."
"And with their one god Muslims are always causing troubles and provoking riots. The proof of how bad Islam is, is how uncivilized Muslims are," pronounced the pandit.
"Says the slave-driver of the caste system." huffed the iman. "Hindus enslave people and worship dressed-up dolls."
"They are golden calf lovers. They kneel before cows," the priest chimed in.
"While Christians kneel before a white man! They are the flunkies of a foreign god. They are the nightmare of all non-white people."
"And they eat pigs and are cannibals," added the iman for good measure.
"what it comes down to," the priest put out with cool rage, "is wether Piscine wants real religion - or myths from a cartoon strip."
"God - or idols," intoned the iman gravely.
"Our gods - or colonial gods," hissed the pandit. '
(...)
