One day, far from now, when the sands of time threaten to fall no more. I will read my words and I will remember why I married a Muslim man.
Terrorism itself is its own religion — and it is one almost impervious to logic or persuasion.
I even started having a self-hatred, I didn’t like other people that looked like me. Or, when I would see other Arabs in public or at a mall, speaking in Arabic loudly and for example if some women in their group wore a hijab, I would flee to anywhere.
“But the vulnerability is palpable now. You don’t have to be on the battlefield or attending a protest or committing a crime to be shot dead or blown to bits. You could be at the airport heading to visit your mom, at a nightclub dancing with your friends, at work.”
I assure you, no major religious scripture – that is not taken out of context – says to openly hate someone else.
My god said he loved me. So did my abuser.
Pray for the victims, but don’t forget to be angry. Not at another group of oppressed individuals, but the people who strip these groups of agency and identity.
Reyhaneh Jabbari was hanged on October 25, 2014. In her will, she told her mother, “I wish I could have hugged you until I died.”
I honestly remember thinking to myself “why are we doing this? Is it because this woman is wearing a cloth on her head?” Then it clicked — this was a BAD thing — and right then and there I died. I knew in the deepest part of my soul that what I was doing was VERY WRONG.
Is it fair to compare the rhetoric of Donald Trump with that of Adolf Hitler? I guess the first test might be whether you can tell them apart.