When a girl is rightfully educated,might be she would lose belief in all things supernatural and life beyond death and might not like loosing the supposed one and only one life she has.So out of love for her only life,she might not commit suicide in the face of sexual slavery unless she is very strongly offended in her right mind.Perhaps that is the reason why sex slaves are to be well-educated in Islam.
South Indian states contribute 3 to 5 times more in tax to the Central govt than the other states.Such a contribution and reservations are both akin to different forms of the same social policy of progressive taxation.One cannot oppose one while supporting the other.
So that is your reason to say it's ok to have sex slaves?? And who, may I ask, is doing the educating? Do you know any Muslims who are are educated? The only ones partially educated are those who went to kafir universities. In general a Muslim is unfit to educate anyone, with very few exceptions.
In fact few places even recognise qualifications given my Muslim "universities". I mean, what can you expect about places which invest in research in the benefits of drinking camel urine?
Jesus: "Ask and you will receive." Mohammed: "Take and give me 20%"
Now we're veering towards the Muslim Education topic. I'm not sure where NS got the idea that slave girls are to be well educated by their masters but I have no doubt that what is required is that they be trained, not educated, and that the training would be in matters to do with their roles as slaves. Maybe the lucky few would be trained to play the flute for their master - assuming he allowed non-string music (strings would be out anyway). Thinks: maybe the Islamic prohibition of string music is because, when played poorly, it can sound worse than other poorly played instruments. Perhaps Mo had only heard beginners playing bowed instruments and the sound triggered his epilepsy? Ample reason for prohibition, to the Mohammedan mind. I dread to think what Mo would have thought of the poem we learnt at school, The Fiddler of Dooney.
The Fiddler of Dooney
When I play my fiddle in Dooney, Folk dance like a wave of the sea; My cousin is a priest in Kilvarnet, My brother in Mocharabuiee.
I passed my brother and cousin: They read in their books of prayer; I read in my book of songs I bought at the Sligo fair.
When we come to the end of time To Peter sitting in state, He will smile on three old spirits, But call me first through the gate;
For the good are always the merry, Save for an evil chance, And the merry love the fiddle, And the merry love to dance:
And when the folk there spy me, They will all come up to me, With 'Here is the fiddler of Dooney!' And dance like a wave of the sea. -W.B. Yeats
"And by the word “moderate” too is relative to hardliners only. If we start judging with respect to Western standards then an overwhelming majority is hardliner." Raza Habib Raja on Pakistan