In a quiet village, where the birds sang on the branches and the stars watched the clear sky, lived a boy named Filo and a girl named Salam. Philo and Salam grew up like two flowers next to each other in the same garden, sipping from the same dew drops and sharing the warmth of the sun. Philo was two years older than Salam, and he admired her from the first moment he laid eyes on her beauty. To him, Salam was like a rare artistic painting, a painting that embodies all the meanings of innocence, tenderness, and beauty.

Filo had mysterious feelings for Salam in his heart, feelings that he did not yet understand. He was watching her secretly, like the sun watching the moon from afar, like a mother watching her children. He was hovering around her like a drone. He was analyzing all her movements and thinking about every word she spoke. He wanted to be present in every moment of her life, like a shadow that would not leave her. Whenever she needed help, Philo was there like the goblin of Aladdin’s lamp, like a superhero who saved her from any difficult situation. He carried her school bag, cleaned the street in front of her house, bought her things from the store, and even helped her father at home and outside it. He even helped her mother clean the house and hang out the laundry on the roof.

And in a narration with an authentic chain of narration: Yazo told us on the authority of Mazo Ibn Hasna, the radish seller, on the authority of Kimo Ibn Al-Musaharati, on the authority of Nimmo Ibn Al-Aras, who said, “I saw Filo one time while he was on the roof of Salam’s house and he was carrying the laundry basket for Salam’s mother. He ignored her and stole one of Salam’s clothes and hid it in His pocket. In another story, he hid it inside his pants.

Early adolescence.

In the spring of his life, where the first flowers of his manhood sprouted, Philo’s passion grew peacefully. His innocent, childish love turned into a burning flame, filled with jealousy and obsessions of loss. Philo was quick to anger and always tense, provoked by the most trivial things, so he entered into fierce fights and fights with most of the neighborhood boys for her sake.

In the spring of his life, where the first flowers of his manhood sprouted, Philo’s passion grew peacefully. His innocent, childish love turned into a burning flame, filled with jealousy and obsessions of loss. Philo was quick to anger and always tense, provoked by the most trivial things, so he entered into fierce fights and fights with most of the neighborhood boys for her sake.

Golden Cage

As the days passed, Salam blossomed, and her femininity was perfected. She became like a flower whose leaves had matured, and whose fragrance exceeded all expectations. But her family, fearing for her from the eyes of the world, prevented her from going out and playing with the neighborhood children, and prevented her from speaking to any man on the face of the earth. Salam was trapped alone with her family in a golden cage, a cage called “the house.”

This decision was like a lightning bolt that shook Filo, as he was accustomed to seeing her, talking to her, and sharing all the moments of his life with her. He was now alone, suffering from longing and nostalgia, and almost going mad from the intensity of the pain.

Philo tried in every way to reach peace. He climbed the walls, sneaked into her house in the middle of the night, and disguised himself as women, but all his attempts failed. They even prevented him from entering or approaching her house.

Philo felt completely helpless, overcome by a feeling of anger and an overwhelming desire to take revenge on her family. After he had considered them as his second family, he now treated them as enemies, and decided to do everything in his power to help Salam liberate herself from the authority of her people.

On the other hand, Salam was not spared the scourges of “home imprisonment.” She became frustrated and depressed, and became confined to her room, surrounded by the ghosts of loneliness and boredom. This was quickly reflected in her body, as she gained weight, rotated, balled up, and became as big as her mother, and even surpassed her!

Pimples appeared on her face, black and white heads of all sizes and types, and her face became veiled and colored in all colors.

These changes did not affect Philo at first, as he was attached to peace, not seeing her flaws, but rather seeing her inner beauty. But as time passed, his feelings began to change, and his doubts increased, and he began to wonder: “Is this the same Salam that I loved?”

The Great Escape

Feelings of revulsion and revulsion increased within him, and he began to feel remorse for everything he had done for her. He felt that he was deceived, and that he chose the wrong girl, and he justified this by saying: “I was young, and I did not have the ability to make sound judgment.”

Philo entered into an internal conflict, trying to convince himself that Salam was not right for him in the first place.

This emotional battle did not last long, in the end he decided to leave her alone and ran away like a coward.

Philo decided to turn the page on Salam once and for all, but went beyond insulting her and mocking her new appearance. Not only that, but he sought revenge against her and her family in the most horrific ways.

Philo began spreading false rumors about Salam, and relayed his private conversations with her to everyone without shame. He leaked her data, and falsely claimed that Salam had given him one of her clutches for his birthday, questioning the veracity of the story that she had stolen it from him, taking advantage of the contradictory stories.

Philo impugns the justice of one of the narrators, Nemo the weasel, accusing him of immorality simply for spending time with Kimo in the nest of chicks on his roof. Confirming some of the rumors that circulated around them that they practiced vice.

Philo knew that what he was doing was wrong, but he was overcome by feelings of anger and revenge. He only thought about harming Salam and her family, without considering the consequences.

Searching for the perfect girl.

Philo’s arduous journey began, the journey of searching for the new girl of his dreams.

This girl of his dreams is a liberated, free, strong woman who does not accept submission to anyone’s authority, even the authority of her family.

However, she must be flawless, her skin is clear and smooth as marble, and her body is as fit as that of Kim Kardashian.

In short, Philo was looking for the perfect girl, the flawless girl of his dreams. Without knowing it, Philo was looking for a girl who embodied everything that his ex-lover, Salam, reflected. Salam was a traditional girl, ugly and bloated, closely connected to her family and her environment.

On this research trip, Philo spared no effort, visiting every place where women were present. He stopped at the gates of girls’ schools, toured tailoring shops and hairdressing shops, and rode public transportation.

Philo was not satisfied with the real world, but rather entered the world of the Internet and social media, and watched films, series, and programs, old and new, black and white and color, documentaries, Mexican and Turkish, even pornographic films.

Philosophy, home for the elderly

Philo lived through high school, captivated by an urgent desire to find the girl of his dreams, a girl who embodied perfection in his eyes.

Philo was so preoccupied with the search for the girl of his dreams that he neglected his studies, which led to him receiving low grades in the high school exam, and he found himself forced to enroll in the philosophy major.

The big confrontation

One day at university, while Philo was having his morning coffee in the cafeteria, his eyes fell on a beautiful girl sitting at a far table.

Filo looked at her for a few minutes, and felt something strange going on inside him, a feeling mixed with astonishment, curiosity, and confusion.

Suddenly, Filo realizes that this girl is none other than his ex-lover, Salam.

Salam has changed a lot. She lost excess weight, and her face became fresh and beautiful as it was years ago.

Philo’s heartbeat accelerated, his adrenaline rose to unprecedented levels, his ears became red to the point of glowing, and blood flowed through his veins, loaded with all kinds of male hormones.

Filo got up from his place and headed towards Salam with hesitant steps, his mouth panting from tension.

He stood in front of her transfixed, staring into her eyes, unable to utter a single word.

Finally, he mustered up his courage and invited her for a cup of coffee.

Salam accepted the invitation, and they sat together at the same table, chatting after a long separation.

Curiosity was killing Filo, he was extremely nervous, unable to explain what was happening.

Philo began with a stream of questions. He asked Salam about what happened to her, how she changed in this way, whether she had plastic surgery, and whether she traveled for treatment outside the country.

Philo continued, his voice rising and his rhythm quickening, saying: There were three pimples on your nose, five on your left cheek, and three on your right cheek. One of them was bluish in color, and there were seven blackheads in the middle of your forehead. There was a red spot with four in the middle. Large white heads above your right eyebrow, and six above your left eyebrow,…and…and…and…

Philo went on to describe what Salam was like, and what was strange was that he remembered the smallest details, as if her image was engraved in color in his memory.

Salam was surprised by the accuracy of his description, as she herself had forgotten these details.

Philo calmed down a little and stopped asking questions, and there was silence mixed with some embarrassment.

Philo calmed down a little and stopped asking questions, and there was silence mixed with some embarrassment.

She told him that her father had passed away, and after his death, she was able to free herself from some of the restrictions that had been imposed on her. He was able to convince her mother of the necessity of studying and going to university. Her mother understood that because she was her only daughter. Salam continued her studies and began carving out her future with confidence and poise.

Philo could not believe what he was hearing. Peace, that puffy, shy, weak girl, now stood before him with confidence, strength, and independence.

Philo felt remorse mixed with anger. Did he make the wrong decision to abandon her?

Was he committing a crime against her when he made fun of her appearance?

Philo felt that he was in front of a mirror that showed him his bad morals, and he wanted to get out of this predicament with the least losses.

He decided to use trickery and cunning to save face.

He asked a deeply philosophical question: “If your father were alive, would he have allowed you to go out of the house and act like this?”

Salam replied, laughing: “He certainly would not have allowed me, and he would certainly have killed me.”

Suddenly, Philo exploded in anger and shouted at her: “You abandoned your origin and disobeyed your father’s wishes. You took advantage of your mother’s kindness and love for you, and decided to undo your hair.”

Filo left the cafeteria angrily, leaving Salam alone, screaming and shouting: “Traitor, baseless, hypocritical, liar!”

Salam finished her coffee peacefully, with a victorious smile on her mouth.


Philo, that little fool and big hypocrite.

Philo, this foolish young man, has a strange contradiction inhabiting him. He sees Salam as ugly and disgusting if she remains a prisoner in her family’s home and under her father’s authority.

However, if she decided to break free from his restrictions and make her own decision, she would become, in his eyes, a traitor, deviant, and without origin.

Philo only sees things in black and white.

He either loves or hates, not knowing that there is a gray area between the two feelings.

In either case, he will not leave her alone and live in peace.

She will remain in control of his mind until he dies in peace.


This is an absolutely untrue story, as it is only an example to illustrate the idea, and the names mentioned have no relation to anyone on the ground. If you actually find these names on the Clubhouse application, they are all fictitious names and do not indicate the true identity of their holders.

Notice. Philo in this story is not the atheist Philo, but rather an ordinary Arab young man who may be a believer.

Real Philo

As for the real Philo, I will get him now.

Philo: The paradoxical model of the Arab atheist

Philo, this obscure philosopher, embodies a stark example of an Arab atheist who is driven more by emotion than by reason.

Philo accuses the Qur’anists of patchwork, loss, and lack of method, and tries in every discussion to return them to the fold of the predecessors, so that he can criticize them with ease.

Philo’s theory is built on a stupid and malicious principle at the same time. He believes that the Qur’anist must follow the method and tools of the predecessors in interpretation and interpretation in order to be satisfied with him and recognize him as a Muslim.

If the Qur’anist rejects this, then he is without a method, and if he accepts, he will reach the same results that the traditionalist reached, and they are fundamentally rejected by Philo.

The error does not lie in the Qur’anic approach or its tools, but rather in minds that are unable to accept the other, minds that miss that gray area that separates two opposing opinions, such as love and hate, black and white.

In people’s balanced minds, this area is like a green meadow separating two mountains, while in extremist minds, this area is like a stagnant swamp that receives all the waste of heritage and history.

Every time people like Philo speak, I only smell the rotten scent of heritage.

The best solution for them? To let them die in peace.

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