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I'm dashing through the last parts of The Koran at the moment, I have to return it to the library on Tuesday. But at the risk of bringing a fatwah down on my head I'm rather troubled after reading the chapter called 'Prohibition'. If it were read by someone of a sceptical frame of mind, who might consider Muhammad to have been an epileptic rather than a prophet, that person might consider that it was written less with divine guidance but by a man who has some standing as being holy to try and get himself off the hook with one of his wives who saw him sowing his oats where he shouldn't have been. It might have reminded this person of the Christians who in the eighties and nineties got caught in various sex scandals that brought them low. And this person might wonder why Allah thinks it's more the fault of the wives for catching him at it then the Prophet for playing away. This person, having read this far through the book, might also be wondering exactly where the bits are that liberal Muslims claim are highlighting how the religion is so good for women...