I remember seeing a news broadcast first thing in the morning, on my way to work, barely yet conscious. I remember feeling shocked, outraged, disappointed. In the wake of the election of the most openly bigoted and xenophobic US president,… Continue Reading →
#RememberJan29 my strongest memories of January 29, when 6 Muslim men were shot in the back by a white shooter in Quebec, revolve around the horror of the murders and of reactions. First, that people were attacked during prayer, in… Continue Reading →
I was in my living room with my husband. We were excited because women had marched by the thousands for respect in Toronto. I marched with the thousands. I felt inspired by that. Then, Trump initiated the Muslim ban so… Continue Reading →
I put down my phone and took my wife’s hand to tell her the news. We wept and prayed.
After horror and anger, I remember thinking about the inadequacies of sympathy, and the increasing and legitimate fear felt by Muslims in Canada. Later I remember reading the names of the people who were killed–Ibrahima Barry, Mamadou Tanou Barry, Khaled… Continue Reading →