Where strange fact and stranger fiction collide
I never thought I would publicly talk about this, but two and a half years I suffered what could only be described as a nervous breakdown. It culminated in a traffic accident that I caused, fortunately no one was hurt, but I was a wreck. I would lay in bed twenty two hours a day, only sleeping about one of those hours. I couldn’t go to work, I would break down in tears when I tried to talk to anybody. My mother (The other heroine if this story) dragged me to a doctor, and I began to get better.
In an attempt to get back my life enrolled in Lewis and Clark’s College’s therapy program. It is administered by grad students, taped and reviewed by faculty advisors. My therapist name was Zarah. About half my age, she had dark skin wore a headscarf and spoke with Middle Eastern accent that betray she was not born in the United States. Zarah would not have been my first choice for a therapist, because what I needed to say would have been easier to say to a male therapist. But I had nowhere else to turn too.
For six months I unburdened myself to her. My fears, my doubts, my humiliations, my sins and what I was desperately holding on to. Besides receiving and giving the Birds & Bees talk, she was the first one I ever had a discussion about sex with. She never judged and tried to show me, the me that others saw.
When there was no David, she gave me the tools to rebuild myself.
She never spoke of her faith or forced her beliefs on me, but her dignity and appearance made it clear what they were. We could related each other because our basic, morals, understanding and beliefs where similar. The God of Islam is the God of Abraham.
She was my angel of light, when I was in a sea of darkness. Now there is a voice that wishes to extinguish my angle’s light. To bar Islamic immigration to the United States.
Yesterday on the radio, I heard someone expressing that they feared that Muslims, where commanded in the Qur’an to travel the world and spread Islam. They cite the so called Sword Verse, the fifth verse of the ninth surah (Surah at-Tawbah) of the Qur’an. This is a specific order given during a war, to end the fighting or three months, then return to hostilities if a truce wa not worked out.. The Old Testament is full of cases where the Hebrews relay what happened during their wars, and the New Testament commands Christians to spread the gospel.
The west tends to think that Muslim’s want to spread Islam by the barrel of a gun. The vast majority of the Islamic proselytizers, chose to share what they believe by showing how their values and beliefs have brought them happiness, just like Christian lay missionaries do. If someone wants to show the fruits of their faith by serving the community, and trying to help people, I say go for it, be they Christian, Jews, Muslims, Hindus, Buddhist, Wiccans or any other belief system.
Make no mistake we are a war. We are war with militant Islamic fundamentalism. No one is against taking precautions, no one is saying stop vetting, and no one is saying stop taking the war to the enemy. But what I am saying is don’t make it so that hardworking moral people can’t come here and bless us with their presence.
Zarah came to different land, she suffered oppression and threats, to help me, when no one else could reach me, and for that I am entirely grateful.