I Believe That The Dysfunctional Muslim Family

There Is One Islam, Unreformed, But Three Sets Of Muslims. Medina, Mecca, And. Dissidents, Reformers, Whatever You Want To Call Them. The First Group Are The Extremists And Fundamentalists, The Second The Great Mass Of Muslims Who Just Want To Live Their Lives In Peace, And The Third Are Reformers.

We Have To Start With The Little Babies Who Are Born Now, Socialize Them In Freedom And Critical Thinking. We Don't Have To Throw Away Their Faith. People Confuse The Two, Thinking If You Are Enlightened That Means Apostasy. It Doesn't.

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.

My Conscience Is Informed By Reason. It's Like Kant's Categorical Imperative: Behave To Others As You Would Wish They Behaved To You.

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