The fruitful tree

I believe that Salman Rushdie has to be thanked for his marvelously shameful master piece, The Satanic Verses, were he simply lightened, unintentionally, the candle of naked reality that burned the curtain that our foes were hiding behind. Wonderfully, Rushdie summed the western hates that Muslims ignored for so many years and created a work written with hate rather than ink on white papers that lost their whiteness against the darkness of abhorrence. He was not the first and he'll never be the last. His work was nothing but an episode in a very long drama of insulting the nation of Islam. Sadly, this attitude of insulting Muslims had taken a dangerous new tern, when it became a habit rather than an individual case to involve the prophet Mohammed (peace be upon him). Many attempts to twist the prophet's image were made in the name of freedom of expression. Two of these two attempts are being discussed briefly in this paper, which are Rushdie's affair and the 12 cartoons' affair. What is really shocking is that these attempts were made in the name of freedom of expression which seems to be limitless.

Aren't there any boundaries for freedom of expression? Or this kind of freedom is simply holy and untouchable? I believe that every occupation in the world has some limitations and have to obey certain rules. So, writing and cartoon drawing are rotating in that same orbit too. But, what in the world would make a writer or a cartoonist leave the orbit and swim against the current? Was it simply the lust of fame? Or it was the need to demonstrate the powers of freedom of speech that they claim to have? And even if it was the second choice, which was being said to be the reasons for all this nonsense, why should the nation of Islam be the kid who every one else in the school annoy. Why us? I found the answer to be very simple. Merely, people tend to through stones on the fruitful trees.