Most often the easiest solution to social incongruence surfaces as the most obvious, i.e. social-political segregation. "If these extremists are so hell-bent on building their ideal society dating back to the 6th century, then let them have their own piece of land where they can freely do so without causing any botheration to those who would rather indulge in the many tempting fruits of modernity" is the logic that follows.
Now lets step back for a second and envision what this new order would look like. For one our beloved Land of the Pure would be savagely cut into two parts representing the very extreme minority, and the lukewarm moderate majority. For the sake of convenience lets call these derivative land masses Extremistan and Moderistan respectively. What should we expect from such a division on the basis of religious variance?
Lets look at Extremistan first. The newly formed country would be faced with two possible outcomes. First, more extremes come frothing out from the original extreme, allowing the vetting process to continue unabated until the extremest of the extreme, the purest of the pure is prevalent over this land of the extremely pure. Second, as the enlightened General Musharraf himself once said, 'the extremists are becoming more extreme' -- it is unlikely that any slight variance of thought will be tolerated in the first place, those initially straying from 'the straight path' will be promptly hung in public, allowing the extreme to consolidate further gaining strength into a force to be reckoned with.
Back in Moderistan, everyone will probably be too lazy, disinterested and captivated in a consumerist nirvana of apathy to care about any such trivialities, all they would want would be to finally be left alone to their own devices. But alas! with an increasingly stronger, overzealous, ultimately extra extra extreme neighbour, does anyone think these hopeful moderates will be finally left alone? Being so extreme, the extremists would want nothing less than the total annihilation of these moderate infidels on their way to complete world domination. Tragic.
the great escape
I look around and eye the **exit** my great escape, the red flashing sign, the word EXIT, written up, loud and clear, I eye it. And I make a run for it. The two hosts grab me before I even take a step, each with one arm locked into mine, they **crack a joke** about me, the audience laughs. They hand me a metal statuette, I hold it --the heaviest thing I’ve ever held on to-- it falls through the stage, through the wooden floor, with me holding tightly onto it, through and through. “Ladies and gentlemen we just witnessed **a great escape** for the first time in the history of this event, has the winner escaped in such a dramatic fashion, and without giving a speech either.”