All My Life I Have

I'd Love To Go And Visit The Mosque In Mecca Again, Just For The Sheer Beauty Of It, Not For God - Much The Way A Non-catholic Might Go To Vatican City Because Of The Beauty Of The Buildings And The Artifacts.

It Was Friday, July 24, 1992, When I Stepped On The Train. Every Year I Think Of It. I See It As My Real Birthday: The Birth Of Me As A Person, Making Decisions About My Life On My Own. I Was Not Running Away From Islam, Or To Democracy. I Didn't Have Any Big Ideas Then. I Was Just A Young Girl And Wanted Some Way To Be Me; So I Bolted Into The Unknown.

However, Some Things Must Be Said, And There Are Times When Silence Becomes An Accomplice To Injustice.

Americans Have Always Welcomed People Of All Backgrounds, Religions, And Races. It's A Spirit Of Tolerance, Now Energized And Amplified By The Cult Of Multiculturalism.

I Wanted Secular, Non-muslim People To Stop Kidding Themselves That Islam Is Peace And Tolerance.