Your Questions About Gardening

How do educated Islamic people put up with this?

Okay, I don’t mean to lash out at anyone. I have loads of friends who are Islamic, yet, I have trouble comprehending some of this.

# Have sex with your women whenever and as often as you like. 2:223

# Women have rights that are similar to men, but men are “a degree above them.” 2:228

# A woman is worth one-half a man. 2:282

# Marry of the women two, or three, or four. 4:3

# Males are to inherit twice that of females. 4:11

# Lewd women are to be confined to their houses until death. 4:15

# You may not forcibly inherit women, unless they flagrantly lewd. 4:19

# Instructions for exchanging wives 4:20

# “All married women (are forbidden unto you) save those (captives) whom your right hands possess.”
You can’t have sex with married women, unless they are slaves obtained in war (with whom you may rape or do whatever you like). 4:24

# Men are in charge of women, because Allah made men to be better than women. Refuse to have sex with women from whom you fear rebellion, and scourge them. 4:34

# Don’t pray if you are drunk, dirty, or have touched a woman lately. 4:43

# Women are feeble and are unable to devise a plan. 4:98

# They invoke in his (Allah’s) stead only females. 4:117

# A man cannot treat his wives fairly. 4:129

# “Unto the male is the equivalent share of two females.” 4:176

# When it’s time to pray and you have just used the toilet or touched a woman, be sure to wash up. If you can’t find any water, just rub some dirt on yourself. 5:6

# Lot offers his daughters to a mob of angel rapers. 11:78

# Lot offers his daughters to a mob of angel rapers. 15:71

# When the doom of Allah comes, pregnant women will suffer miscarriages, nursing mothers with forget their babies. 22:1-2

# You don’t have to be modest around your wives or your slave girls “that your right hand possess.” 23:6

# If you accuse an honorable women of adultery, be sure to bring four witness. Otherwise you will receive 80 lashes. 24:4

# A husband can accuse his wife of adultery with only one witness. 24:6

# Believing women must lower their gaze and be modest, cover themselves with veils, and not reveal themselves except to their husbands, relatives, children, and slaves. 24:31

# If Muhammad’s wives are good, Allah will give them “an immense reward.” 33:28-29

# The wives of Muhammad will be punished double for lewdness. (And that is easy for Allah.) 33:30

# The wives of Muhammad are not like other women. They must not leave their houses. 33:32-33

# When Allah or Muhammad decide that a man and a woman should marry, they must marry. 33:36

# Allah gave Zeyd to Muhammad in marriage. This was so that all Muslims would know that it’s OK to marry your adopted son’s ex-wife. 33:37

# Allah says it is lawful for Muhammad to marry any women he wants. 33:50-51

# If men must speak to Muhammad’s wives they must speak from behind a curtain. And no one must ever marry one of his wives. 33:53

# But it’s OK for Muhammad’s wives to talk with certain people. 33:55

# Women must cover themselves when in public. 33:59

# Those who “did wrong” will go to hell, and their wives will go to hell with them (no matter how they behaved). 37:22-23

# But the single-minded slaves of Allah will enjoy a Garden filled with lovely-eyed virgins. 37:40-48

# Female companions await those who enter the Gardens of Eden on the Day of Reckoning. 38:52

# Allah will reward faithful Muslims after they die with “fair ones with wide, lovely eyes.” 44:54

# Allah will reward those in the Garden with beautiful wives with wide, lovely eyes. 52:20

# Those who disbelieve in the afterlife give female names to angels. 53:27

# Allah will give those in the Garden women of modest gaze whom neither man nor jinn have touched before them. 55:56

# Allah will reward believing men with “fair ones” (beautiful women) in heaven. 55:71-72

# Those in the Garden will be attended by immortal youths with wide, lovely eyes. 56:17-23

# Allah made virgins to be lovers and friends to those on his right hand. 56:36-37

# Your wives and children are your enemies. They are to you only a temptation. 64:14-15

# Instructions for divorcing your wives. 65:1-6

# Allah’s rules for divorcing wives that have not yet reached puberty. 65:4

# Muhammad’s wives need to be careful. If they criticize their husband, Allah will replace them with better ones. 66:5

# The wives of Noah and Lot (who were both righteous) betrayed their husbands and are now in the Fire. 66:10

# Doom is about to fall on all disbelievers. Only worshippers (Muslims) and those who preserve their chastity (except with their wives and slave girls) will be spared from “the fires of hell” that are “eagar to roast.” 70:1-30

# You don’t have to be chaste around your wives or your slave girls. 70:29-30

How do you explain this as being your religion? I understand that every religion does have the questionable but this is as far as I’
lol, that’s not my real name: it’s a nickname my friends gave me- after a character in a movie and because my real name, which is hard to pronounce, is similar to that one

Will this be out of line if I do this?

I take the trash to the landfill for my parents.

I also garden and grow my own food.

Well, my mom keeps putting water melon rinds in the trash bin.

I wrote her a note, told her how I feel, explained to her why she shouldn’t, basically because it makes a huge mess, no matter what bags we use, it always seeps outside through even three bags.

Even my Dad got involved.

I made her a compost bin right near the deck, to make it easy for her.

SHE STILL REFUSES!

And who’s left to deal with the garbage juice?

So since she obviously doesn’t understand, next time, I was thinking about taking the bag she puts the rinds in, and just sitting it back on the kitchen floor near the trash.

Like the trash can rejected it.

I’m sorry, but over three times, almost 5 probably of letting her know, writing a note, and getting my Dad involved all on separate occasions, you think she’d get the picture, no?

Also, she likes to get on people’s nerves for kicks, she’s been that way her whole life. As a side note.
Just keep reminding her and let her keep on doing it?

How is that fair?

Why don’t I just stop taking out the trash?

I have improved this story, what do you think?

A Life On Board A Slave Ship

Chapter one: The Siege Sunrise

In the year 1880 was the year me and my people from an African tribe called, ‘The African Crusaders’, were captured by other African tribes to be sold as slaves to the Americans the same day. Here is how my fellow brothers captured me and my tribe members.

It was a hot summer’s day; the air was as dry as a desert, the children playing under the scorching, shimmering, sweltering sun and our women doing the washing and cleaning to prepare for lunch. Everything and everyone was as it was any other day, ordinary with no big events or news. Just like a blank piece of paper.

I was walking towards an ocean which was approximately twenty degrees west of my tribe, but before I could go to the ocean I had to say to my wife where I was so that she could be at ease and not worry as much. So I walked back like a dog would return to its master, to my hut under the blazing rays of the sun god. I entered covered with more sweat. I said to my wife as politely as I could,

‘Sasha, I will take a walk to the ocean to cool off with some of its cold water.’
‘That is alright,’ replied Sasha whilst doing the washing and said,

‘Do not be late for lunch; I have made your special meal.’ Sasha put down the plate she was holding and the cloth she was using, as if forgetting where she was. Sasha waited for me to guess. I could see that there was extreme, eternal, excitement in Sasha’s gleaming, glittery, glossy, marble-like eyes. From her expressive, easy-to-read eyes I could tell what she meant by special meal.

‘Pap with pork?’ I asked as hastily as a humming bird flapping its wings.
‘That is the one dear’, nodded Sasha was like a continuous circle clock ticking. Sasha picked up another plate and carried on cleaning the rest. Swish, swish, swish was the sound that Sasha made; whilst cleaning the dirty, disastrous, devastating plates with the clean cloth in her hand.

I was feeling as happy as a child learning to hunt when I got out of my small, sweet, hut. This is because my wife Sasha will be cooking ‘my special meal’ for lunch; usually I have pap without meat at lunch, but instead I have it with the green vegetables my wife and I grow in our beautifully healthy garden. I raised my arms into the air and stretched. I could hear my bones clicking like fingers, this and that side of my dark, masculine and soft skinned body.

I started to walk towards the crystal like ocean without hesitation. I could see it front of me, like an eagle, the blue, blissful ocean. There was no one around the ocean; this gave me an opportunity to have a quick and sneaky bathe. I lifted my leg into the air like a blue crane would and dipped my foot into the water very fast, which made me lose my balance on the other foot which was rooted to the earth like a great oak tree. I fell into the water. Splash! I had caused the ocean to ripple around me.

‘Ahh, this feels so good’, I thought whilst being in the cold, blizzard like water.

I was about to go under the cool, crystal, cyan water when suddenly I heard screams of terror. My ears suddenly popped which made me quickly jump with fear out of the water. As soon as I heard the screams I ran towards my tribe to see what was happening. I stopped under an oak tree, which was near my tribe, which looked like an umbrella. I revealed my head and saw that my tribe had been infested by our brothers from another tribe this made me feel great, grotesque, gruesome rage. I haltingly hid behind the oak tree like a damned coward. I realized that I could do nothing; I looked down towards my open hand and I could see it wrapping its self into a rock. My hand wrapped its self so hard that my hand started to shake like a rattle snake. I could see my veins nearly coming out of my wrist. My hand had stopped shaking. It unwrapped its self and there was blood coming out of my palm. I looked closely at my palm and saw that there were four scars. Then I looked at my nails. They were covered by blood.

‘How could you betray your people, your kind, your brothers and sisters!?’ I thought to myself silently whilst the blood from my palm ran down along my arm like a grass snake.

From afar I could see children and babies having to be killed right in front of the women; the women screamed from grief and pain, because their children had been slain like a worthless animal right in front of their eyes.

Men in my tribe were fighting our brothers who betrayed us with their bare hands and feet, like a monkey gone mad, because they killed their children who meant so much to them. Seeing their wives in grief and pain made them even angrier. My eyes felt like they were burning,

‘Why am I here hiding when I am supposed to be protecting my tribe and the people that live in it?’ I thought to myself angrily.

I stepped out of my hiding place and began to run silently towards my tribe. The burning sun god had made the earth beneath my feet as hot as
I do not want answers like; i have a life or that you think it is long. Just tell me if the story is ok or not. I asked this question expecting help, not silly critisisim. Please and thank you.
This is for my coursework, and well they do not care much about the story as much as the techniques as possible. But thanks for your constructive critisisim Kay.