11/2/2013

http://www.amazon.com/The-Sheikh-Search-Yaser-Abdel/dp/1463641877

Volume 2 of Denis Shuz’s book is now published.  Denis Shulz is a master in writing aobut Islam in a common day language and story. Below is an excerpt from his book:

Excerpt

When Bernard Piffy arrived in Gaza City carrying a dog in a birdcage he didn’t think he would be there long. All he had to do was find Yasser Arafat’s Fuhrerbunker, steal a monitor from the Keepers of the Fleas and bring it back to Asma bint Marwan. It was a half day’s work at the most. Then he could take a dip in the Mediterranean and fly back to England–or better yet to the States for a few beers with the boys at Joe’s Bar and Grille and Gun Club. Then he could start afresh on the trail of Yaser Abdel Said, the Dallas cabdriver who had murdered his daughters, Sarah and Amina Said, in a fit of Islamic rage. No one would ever mistake Piffy for Mike Hammer or Shell Scott but he was as tough as a ten-penny-nail soaked in Kickapoo Joy Juice and run through Dante’s Inferno. He had been a three-time Junior Calf-Roping Champion and a close-combat instructor in the Marine Corps. He had won hundreds of skeet-shooting championships. He had went over the falls in a barrel; he had survived on goat pee and lichens while lost in the Sierra Madre. But he wasn’t prepared for what he encountered in Gaza City–the land of Yasser Arafat, of car bombings, honor killings and nasty old men filled with 1,400 years of hatred. Che Guevara was there and so was Jimmy Carter. Guevara had been hired by the Keepers to take care of some loose ends–one of them being Bernard Piffy. And Aisha was there–lovely little Aisha who had saved the ten-year-old version of Bernard Piffy from getting beat up in an alley behind the Ahmad Madrassa in London, England. Her father had sent her to Gaza to study at the Osama bin Laden Madrassa for Girls. Gaza was also the haunt of Sheikh Rahman al-Kabibble, the noted Islamic scholar and theologian. The Sheikh had just issued a fatwa legalizing marriage to girls as young as nine years old. According to the studies he had made, nine-year-old girls provided more sexual satisfaction than grown women. He would stake his life on this. He would find the ten-year-old calf-roping version of Bernard Piffy so exciting, so delighting! Unfortunately he was old enough to be the ten-year-olds great-grandfather. Some of Piffy enemies–and they were legion–had followed him to Gaza. The Protectors of Virtue and the Preventors of Vice were there ready to do the bidding of Prince Chauncey sixth cousin twice-removed of the mightiest oil potentate in the world. Death lurked around every corner and beneath every prayer rug. But Piffy had his dog in a birdcage and if things got really rough, he could always call on his guardian angel, the inimitable St. Anthony. And there was Wheatley W. Wheatley, Abu Afaq’s Gaza agent with her one-hundred percent Mujahideen pizzle whip. And the great Stockton Bonds would be along on the trail of Piffy and the Fleas. America’s last great private eye would have his hands full…