I Am, Still, Muhammad!

i am still muhammadWhile most of my Muslim friends and family were sleeping, praying, reading Quran or beginning their fasts in the midst of the 7th day of Ramadan, me and my dad’s eyes were glued to CNN International, morning time in Jerusalem.

Headlines blared, “Shooting in Orlando Nightclub” and “Worst Mass Shooting in America”. As we watched the news anchor report, the words “terrorism” seemed to sound more pronounced, spoken with a “we have an idea- but can’t suspect” tone, while we were waiting on the edge of our seats, selfishly praying it was not a foreign name.

A few minutes later, I carried on my day, caring for the kids and what not, when my dad storms out of the room, with a glare in his eyes and a flare in his nose. Continue reading