and now i shall write of an angry moment, a wild moment, a moment of uncontrolled fury.
someone whom i love sent an email forward, a hate-filled forward, bashing the muslim people. bashing all muslims as terrorists. labeling obama as muslim. negative, despairing, labeling, finger-pointing, chest-pounding derogatory slander.
slow boil. slow boil turning into fast boil, face turning red, heart pumping, heart palpitating, rage growing, rage singing, eradicating inner buildings, earthquaking inner temples, obliterating relatives…
ok, i won’t breathe.
i will not let the precious muslims i know be slaughtered by my precious relative’s hatred. will not. let the precious ones i know be terrorized by association, be limited, be ground to dust, be shredded through email forwards.
how to make personal this terrible slander? so the sender understands what he is doing to an innocent people? because the sender is afraid, afraid, and more afraid of that which he cannot control.
fear sends its insidious flame into all our hearts, but shall we shiver it outward onto the other? Shall we label an entire group of people “bad” because fundamentalists blow up buildings and kill and maim and blow themselves up in suicidal fear disguised as bravado?
i shot back ammunition of my own. tales of muslim loved ones. photos. photos of loved ones so precious you want to embrace them forever.
i do not know if i should have remained silent and mature and accepting and allowing. or if my words might shock the sender into suddenly seeing some muslims as brothers, sisters, uncles, aunts.
i brought the knife of this truth close to my loved one’s vein.
and now sit with stilled heart, no longer pumping wildly, no longer sure, no longer sure of anything except can’t we all get along? can’t we stop labeling? can’t we stop, stop, stop the war which we perpetuate through these encounters, even me, even peace-loving me, who sometimes rages, sometimes furies, sometimes doesn’t know how to heal the world–or myself–in a giant inclusive hug which never ends.