i went to a screening of “the muslims i know” at suny brockport in order to lead a discussion afterwards and i met this wonderful young man, a graduate student in the dance department. he asked me whether the kinds of discussions about islam and muslims that we see on-screen, r also happening within the muslim community itself, whether there was a lot of soul-searching and introspection. i told him there was. since we have to constantly explain ourselves to others, we are forced to look inwards and self-question. he said: “i would like to apologize to u for having to do that and i would like to thank u for standing up and becoming a spokesperson for ur community when u shouldn’t have to.”
wow. that totally blew me away. it struck me how words spoken at one end of a room can tumble and glide and find their way to the other end, and in doing so can bridge incredible distances in the human experience. with a few simple words, we can slice through much distracting fracas and posturing and connect directly to someone else.
he came to talk to me at the end of the discussion and i extended my hand. he said “i don’t believe in handshakes” and gave me a big hug. if only all human interactions were that simple – imbued with warmth and compassion, dictated by mutual respect and acknowledgment. what a lovely gift.












