Metro- A man from Leicester believes he has found ‘Allah’ written in Arabic script after cutting open a watermelon.
Asif Iqbal, 31, was so stunned by the finding that he gathered his whole family to see and news then spread to others in the neighborhood.
‘People have been coming round to see the name – and we’ve given pieces of it away too,’ he said. ‘I’d love to tell you how many people have been here but I honestly lost count, it’s been non-stop.’
‘I have spoken to a scholar and he said this is just one of those things that reminds the world that Allah does exist,’ Asif, a father of four, said.
‘I was shocked when we found the name, it was like a blessing – and to have something like that come during Ramadan, too, that makes it even more special.’
The only question that should be asked here is what time does the sun set in Leicester, because the moment that this guy decided that Allah was present in his watermelon was probably about 10 minutes before that. I don't even blame him. If I went 12 hours without eating I would probably find Jesus in a banana and I don't pray to Jesus or eat bananas. This is clearly Ramadan fueled delusion at it's finest, because that symbol does not exist in that fruit. Hell, that symbol doesn't even FIT in that fruit! Honestly, whoever agreed to transpose the name of Allah vaguely around those seeds really did him a disservice, because now I can definitively say he's full of shit. Probably could have convinced me it was in there somewhere before I knew what it looked like, but now I just find myself staring at the beginning stages of a 'W' and the hallucinated imagery that's a byproduct of not eating from dawn until dusk. This is why I have aways maintained that fasting is bullshit. It's not a sacrifice of sustenance, it's a sacrifice of your sanity. You simply can't tell me that they gave this guy a bite off the top once darkness hit and he wasn't dying to retract this story. Probably ate his dinner and started judging every single publication that decided to run it immediately after he put down his fork, because this is merely the equivalent of catching a glimpse of a white water spring while trudging through the most brutal of deserts.