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Neil Armstrong - The undying rumour of the Muslim world

Many years ago, when I was an impressionable schoolboy in a religious school, I was stunned by a startling announcement made by my Ustaz (a religious teacher).

"Do you know that Neil Armstrong is a Muslim?!!" he said emphatically.

I was flabbergasted.

"You mean THE Neil Armstrong? The first man on the Moon?" I asked.

"Of course I mean that Neil Armstrong! How many Neil Armstrongs do you know?" was the reply, "There was a big convention when he came to Malaysia... Tabligh (a religious organisation) brought him over.. there were thousands of people who went"

... Wow... I thought... But somehow, deep within my gut I was still skeptical... you know the feeling, like you want to believe something with all your heart, but you know that something just isn't right.

But it's not something to lose sleep over is it?

And so every few years, the news would surface somewhere that Armstrong was Muslim, and many Muslims just accepted it to be natural - Of course he's Muslim, they would say, he saw this light over Mecca, heard the adhan (Muslim call to prayer) in space etc... Of course it's only natural he's Muslim.

Well, today out of the blue my thoughts suddenly came back to this issue (I think it was after seeing a picture of Buzz Aldrin), and I decided to google it.

Guess what I found?

In the link you will find all the evidence that says he isn't and that he never was. There are even links to the original scanned documents. Have a read through.

The funny thing is, even after reading this, many Muslims will say things "Oh the evidence has been concocted" and "That's just what they want us to believe, but we know better".

Which leads me to my thought of the day - Why is it that many Muslims are so insecure about themselves and their religion? Why is it that they have to keep trying to convince themselves and other people that their religion is superior, and that it is only natural for people of other faiths to gravitate to Islam, simply because that's just the way things are... I mean, 'look at Neil Armstrong' they would say.

I write this post, a strong Muslim as ever, but I feel that I do not need the validation of other people embracing Islam to be able to truly appreciate and embrace the beauty of my faith. Of course it is nice to know that there are many people out there who choose to embrace Islam as their faith, and of this I am forever glad... But this should not be the pivot upon which hinges my belief in my religion.

Or maybe I'm just reading too much into it...

Maybe many Muslims out there do not do their homework before committing something to belief.

Maybe it's just blissful ignorance than damning insecurity.

But still... That can't be good can it?


iHayat said…
call me cold, sceptic or whatever, but i didnt like the whole MJ being a muslim announcement. I tot it was more of a mockery and as something that can shatter our muslim principles and faith.
ammo said…
and what a shock for malaysian muslims when they know the truth. In fact, neil armstrong did come to malaysia once for a conference regarding leadership or sumthin. he did clarify the facts to the national news.

the problem with muslims or any other traditionalist of any other faith as a matter of fact, is that they always want something extraordinary to be the base of their faith as recorded in their holy book.

indeed they are wrong! cant they see the miracles that lies in front of their eyes. the creation of the universe, miracles of human body etc. how they have been foolish to think that all this happen without the power of one power that is GOD
Abdullah said…
Iman - Faith is a very personal tryst between a man and his Maker, and what transpires between them is strictly between them. Questions like was he/wasn't he are dangerous as they can bring us to 'lagha', as it is not our place to say.

Ammo - Welcome to my blog. It is nice to get some fresh faces giving feedback here. I totally agree with you that so many Muslims are looking for miracles to reaffirm their faith, and yet they fail to see the miracles that are already exist in front of them, that God has bestowed upon them.
Cat-in-Sydney said…
But of course there are also many other equally famous people in this world who call themselves "former" Muslims. Oh, but Neil Armstrong and Michael Jackson are Muslims so, it's OK that those people left the religion....Oh, and when people say Obama is Muslim it is considered as malice and mischief.
ooops...the cat is being sarcastic today. Enuff with human thoughts. har har har *evil laughs*
percicilan said…
In my humble opinion, it does not matter if this or that personality is a Muslim or not. What matters is that I, the Muslim one behaves and strives to be one to the best of my capabilities. And that alone is taking a tad too much time, leaving very little time to worry about rumours if others are Muslims are otherwise...
Abdullah said…
Cat & CC - it does seem quite frivolous to be wondering about the state of someone else's soul when we ourselves do not have a clue on the state of our own.
Razee Salleh said…
Hi Abdullah,

I agree with you on the fact that some of our brothers and sisters indeed tend to spend an inordinate amount of time pondering how much more Muslim some are over others.

Percicilan hit it on the head there.
Abdullah said…
Razee - I can't agree with you more.. Only God can measure piety.. We humans can do nothing more than try our best and hope for His blessing..
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