Can you guess the context? Read More
I have been asked many questions about Muslims, the Muslim faith, the Muslim whatever, but this had to be the sweetest and most endearing. If you haven’t already guessed, we were in a mosque, in a prayer hall, in the women’s section, settling down for Friday Jumma prayers. My Jewish friend Bernice and I had just sat down on the red prayer rug.
“We are going to have some difficult conversations. You can disagree; you can get upset; you can be angry; but you cannot leave the room.” Those were the ground rules….. Read More
What did I just get myself into! Is this going to be a discussion on Gaza and Jerusalem?
“How do you feel when you hear the Muslim call to prayer?” Read More
“I think it’s gutsy,” said a Jewish woman.
My phone was on silent. I was at the library, at the Writers Circle, reading my piece on the pipe-bomber... Walking back home, the pipe-bomber was still on my mind. Khalid was waiting by the door. “Did you hear?” He asked. Read More
I asked him, ‘How did you pass your time living in the attic for two years?’ The moderator pushed a button on the console and repeated the question...This wasn’t the first time Khalid and I had talked to a holocaust survivor, but this was the first time that he wasn’t there in flesh and blood. We were having a conversation with a hologram. Read More
The Rabbi was preparing to deliver his sermon for Rosh Hashanah. As he put his things together, leaders from all over the world were congregating only blocks away from his apartment, also getting ready to deliver their speeches at the United Nations. The Rabbi got his things in a bag—his sermon, and the shofar, which he would blow at the synagogue Read More
Sadly, now it’s our turn. Only three days ago, on a bright sunny Sunday, I had stood in Times Square among thousands, waving posters, “Today I Am A Muslim Too.” Except, that they were not Muslim. That day, they were proclaiming their solidarity with Muslims. Read More
That was Sheryl Olitzky, rousing the assembly of 400+ Muslim and Jewish women. The cry sounded familiar. Daisy Khan had led that voice when the WISE women launched the movement, ‘Jihad Against Violence.’ Read More
“Do you know what it means to be hungry?” Zamir Hasan asked the crowd gathered at the Brotherhood Synagogue in New York City. Read More
A few hands went up.
“Hunger means that you don’t know where your next meal is coming from.” A young boy answered.
“Right. And do you know how many people in the U.S. don’t know where their next meal is coming from?” Zamir asked.
"Where are you from?" Forty-five years later—well almost—I am still asked this question. At first—and I am talking 1971—I would proudly proclaim: “Pakistan”. Read More
“Where is that?”
I am insulted and appalled at her ignorance?
Now of course, even the most least-informed, under-informed and misinformed has heard of Pakistan. Except that the look I get is one of sympathetic concern, as in ‘do you have family in that unsafe region?’ Except that when asked this question, I am offended. Why? Because I feel that my American-ism is being questioned. So I tease.