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About Shafie Ayar


In hindsight, perhaps my father unintentionally helped me become a fighter. I was in Seventh grade when he married a second wife. My mother was in a hell fire of pain. It was my mother and her pain which provoked me to stand up for the weak. I gained my strength from her in her resistance as a human who was victimized but refused to act helpless. Luckily she was not a common woman to silently suffer the pain and watch her husband marry another woman and do nothing about it. Yes, I’m sure of it, my father victimizing my mother as was common by men in Afghanistan made me become a fighter.


At a very early age I had to stand up for my mother, unfortunately against my own dad, the dad that I dearly loved, respected and had been so scared of. The fighting took place on a daily basis; the shouting, the name calling, the neighbor’s curious eyes as we walked down the street. The fighting made me separate myself form my childhood friends and find a shelter in books. It was at this early age that I found solace in Khuaja Abdulla, Khayam, Hafez, Sadee, Maulana and Bidel. I grew up with them. In fact they replaced my childhood friends. That was the luckiest thing that ever happened to me. It was through their words that I healed myself and all the damages caused from my family problems. It was in their poems that I found sanctuary and healing. I came back to my neighborhood and my friends as an extremely mature little kid. I had learned to stand up for people like my mother who needed someone to stand up for them. Since then I have stood up for my friends, classmates, and even while a political prisoner in Afghanistan for other cellmates.


During the Afghan communist coup I was in my first year in Kabul University. Initially I was very happy, just like millions of Afghans, thinking they would bring equality to our people. In a few months my emotions changed and I was confused and upset while I witnessed thousands of people being jailed and killed for no reason.  As I had become preprogrammed through our family trials, something inside me moved me to stand up for my people. I think at that time I was more ready than any young Afghan of my age. I quickly formed the Kabul University Student Association which grew rapidly in numbers. It was extremely dangerous for us if we got caught. We ran it secretly. Two and half years later I was caught and put in prison where I spent almost five years, I should mention, the best years of my life. It was there that I was introduced to Muslim extremists. What helped me to know them better was the collections of poetry from my mentors like Maulana and Bidel. It was in my jail cell, through my books I learned about those self-interested Mullahs. The difference was that now hundreds of years later they were way more complicated, organized, and dangerous.


What made me ready to really understand our religious problems was the Quran. Since 2001 I started reading the Quran constantly, day and night, for almost ten years. Dare I say, I went into it as deep as any one may have before! I found out by reading and understanding the Quran that it is our misguided Islamic believes which is the core of the problems. That is why I say "Our false religious beliefs have become our Pharo which is enslaving our brains. To cross the Nile River in front of us, we need a Moses to hold our hands. Who is our Moses? The Quran!”   Today I proudly can say that I know of a vaccine and a cure for the problem of Islam extremism. That vaccine had long ago been sent to us by Allah and it is the Quran.


Come spend some time with me so I can explain! You will see why it’s the only way!