Siblings By Faith
February 16th 2011 02:19
I was reading a news article the other day about a Michigan man who was arrested for carrying explosives near a Mosque. This Mosque is where my sibling by faith has visited in the past and prayed. It was a sobering reminder that we as a society still have a long way to go when it comes to tolerance or the lack thereof.
So how does this former alter boy and Irish Catholic cross paths with a Muslim woman originally from Queens, New York who now lives in Canada? Easy, through her brother and my best friend.
I remember the day as if it was yesterday. It all started innocently enough with an email sent to the both of us from her brother. I made a joke, she laughed. Perhaps the old saying that laughter is the best medicine is true. At least it was in our case. But I digress.
Before we could ever be friends however, a disclaimer needed to be made. She wanted me to know that she is a devote Muslim. My immediate reactions, “ok, but are you cool”. Call me naïve, call me clueless, or call me a fool but I never cared what someone’s religious denomination was. Never did, never will. I appreciated her concern and I certainly understood the how and why she felt the need for such a disclaimer. Post 9/11 has only made it worse for individuals like her even though we all lost something that day. Because in her everyday world being a Muslim sadly becomes a big deal for so many. It becomes an issue for those who can’t get past the hijab (headscarf) that a female wears. This is where I make the argument against Muslim women being oppressed. Respectfully, men of the Islamic faith can walk freely without much notice. Muslim women who chose (and it is a choice) to be more modest in their appearance put themselves out there for the entire world to see. If that isn’t strength or unwavering faith of the highest order than maybe I am clueless.
As we talk or rather email each other, I’ve come to learn quite a bit about the beauty of Islam and at the same time have a greater appreciation for my own religion. I’ve also come to learn how similar she and I are. All that truly separates us is our religious beliefs. Religious beliefs that share more in common than any anti-Islam individual or group could ever comprehend.
Did you know that Adam, Abraham, Moses, John the Baptist and Jesus himself are mentioned prominently in the Koran? Of course not, this is because fear handcuffs and paralyzes a society. I say embrace it. My life’s journey and thirst for knowledge has cost me some “friends” and some physical confrontations along the way. But that’s a small price to pay to walk a mile in her shoes (thank God she wears flats).
She shares her religion freely and openly with me without judgment and without fear of being judged. I try to do the same with her. It is a beautiful thing to share such experiences. And it is this bond that we both share that I pray will last a lifetime. The power of tolerance will always trump fear. That is my belief.
I look forward to every Friday (Juma'a Mubarak, Arabic for Happy Friday) when I receive my weekly Nasiha or advice from her. Every now and then I send her an Irish blessing or Irish quote which she seems to appreciate.
Where she and I differ, is whether or not our children’s future will be better than the world we currently live in. I optimistically say yes. She realistically says no but remains hopeful, we both ‘LOL’ on this opinion. I don’t win too many battles with my sibling which I‘m sure she’ll be happy to confirm but this is one battle that I plan on winning or die trying. John Lennon once said, “You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one. I hope someday you'll join us. And the world will live as one."
Alas, I wish I could take credit for the title of this piece but that needs to be given to my sibling, my sister by faith.
Peace Be Upon You or Assalamu alaikum. Either way you say it, it’s a beautiful sentiment.
So how does this former alter boy and Irish Catholic cross paths with a Muslim woman originally from Queens, New York who now lives in Canada? Easy, through her brother and my best friend.
I remember the day as if it was yesterday. It all started innocently enough with an email sent to the both of us from her brother. I made a joke, she laughed. Perhaps the old saying that laughter is the best medicine is true. At least it was in our case. But I digress.
Before we could ever be friends however, a disclaimer needed to be made. She wanted me to know that she is a devote Muslim. My immediate reactions, “ok, but are you cool”. Call me naïve, call me clueless, or call me a fool but I never cared what someone’s religious denomination was. Never did, never will. I appreciated her concern and I certainly understood the how and why she felt the need for such a disclaimer. Post 9/11 has only made it worse for individuals like her even though we all lost something that day. Because in her everyday world being a Muslim sadly becomes a big deal for so many. It becomes an issue for those who can’t get past the hijab (headscarf) that a female wears. This is where I make the argument against Muslim women being oppressed. Respectfully, men of the Islamic faith can walk freely without much notice. Muslim women who chose (and it is a choice) to be more modest in their appearance put themselves out there for the entire world to see. If that isn’t strength or unwavering faith of the highest order than maybe I am clueless.
As we talk or rather email each other, I’ve come to learn quite a bit about the beauty of Islam and at the same time have a greater appreciation for my own religion. I’ve also come to learn how similar she and I are. All that truly separates us is our religious beliefs. Religious beliefs that share more in common than any anti-Islam individual or group could ever comprehend.
Did you know that Adam, Abraham, Moses, John the Baptist and Jesus himself are mentioned prominently in the Koran? Of course not, this is because fear handcuffs and paralyzes a society. I say embrace it. My life’s journey and thirst for knowledge has cost me some “friends” and some physical confrontations along the way. But that’s a small price to pay to walk a mile in her shoes (thank God she wears flats).
She shares her religion freely and openly with me without judgment and without fear of being judged. I try to do the same with her. It is a beautiful thing to share such experiences. And it is this bond that we both share that I pray will last a lifetime. The power of tolerance will always trump fear. That is my belief.
I look forward to every Friday (Juma'a Mubarak, Arabic for Happy Friday) when I receive my weekly Nasiha or advice from her. Every now and then I send her an Irish blessing or Irish quote which she seems to appreciate.
Where she and I differ, is whether or not our children’s future will be better than the world we currently live in. I optimistically say yes. She realistically says no but remains hopeful, we both ‘LOL’ on this opinion. I don’t win too many battles with my sibling which I‘m sure she’ll be happy to confirm but this is one battle that I plan on winning or die trying. John Lennon once said, “You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one. I hope someday you'll join us. And the world will live as one."
Alas, I wish I could take credit for the title of this piece but that needs to be given to my sibling, my sister by faith.
Peace Be Upon You or Assalamu alaikum. Either way you say it, it’s a beautiful sentiment.
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