a cacophony of ramblings

My brother, the film maker

Did we really need another narrative pseudo-documentary featuring the exact same cast as the last three: Tommy Robinson’s EDL and Anjem Choudhury’s disciples? What exactly do these meandering personal explorations achieve, except reinforce ideas that both groups are mainstream and influential? Neither notion is true. I don’t expect it will be the last one, for it has become a genre of its own. And everybody’s favourite self-publicists have to earn their keep somehow. Extremists on both sides must lap up all the attention. Everybody else looks on perplexed.


The Propagandist


Timid aversion


  1. As-Salaamu ‘alaikum,

    Was worried about our mutual friend in said terrorist’s neck of the woods yesterday. Alhamdu lillah, her day passed off without incident, but she has had to deal with certain locals shouting names at her in the street. I’m sick of the remnants of al-Muhajiroun getting undue publicity when their numbers are tiny and often have no connection to whatever news is at hand.

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