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Flawed Perception Of Islam

It was a normal day for me. I woke up at 7:00 am.
Took a shower, got dressed, then headed to my kitchen to eat breakfast. I
walked down the steps into my kitchen. I saw my mother, sister, and brother. All
sitting at our wood dining table. It was silent. So silent, you could hear a
pin drop. I said loudly, in an enthusiastic way, “good morning!”. To which my
brother gave me a blank stare, my sister said nothing, and my mother gave a
dull “good morning”. I didn’t think much of it. I went, grabbed a plate, and
sat down at the table. My mother had made scrambled eggs with
cheese, toast with strawberry jam, and some turkey bacon. This was a usual
breakfast meal that we ate almost every week. I put some food on my plate, and
was about to eat, when I hear my brother ask me. Did you see that terrorist
attack at that concert in Manchester? I replied with, “No, when did this
happen?”. He replied “It happened yesterday. Right as the concert was
finishing, there were explosions. Lots of people died, many are hurt.” I said,
“that’s awful.” He said “Well yeah. These Muslim people are going crazy now
a-days.” My mother looked at him in awe. He himself is Muslim, so is my mother,
along with our entire immediate family. My mother said, “Just because some
terrorist claims to be Muslim, and carries out a terrorist attack. It doesn’t
mean all Muslims are terrorist, or going crazy. You yourself are Muslim, so are
your brothers, and sisters. How could you say something like this?” He stared
at our mother, and said. “Because it’s true! Majority of terrorist are
Muslims.” My mother shook her head in shame. She then said, “I thought I raised
you better than this. You should know by now that the actions of a few, doesn’t
speak for the billions of other Muslim people trying to live a normal life.” My
sister then said, “Just ignore him mom, he has clearly lost his mind.” My
brother has expressed some doubt about Islam before. But now he was taking it
to another level. Almost on the level of hate. There was no reason for him to
be acting like this. Our parents never forced us to be Muslim. He is more than
old enough to make decisions for himself. He then said “Shut up. You are just a
sheep. You listen to what mother says, and follow her blindly. Those stupid
scarfs she forces you to wear make you look weird.” My sister starts to cry.
She gets up, yells “You’re an ass-hole!” and leaves the kitchen area. My mother
is just sitting there staring, with a dull look on her face. I asked my
brother, “Why are you acting like this? All she was doing is eating her food.
You really need to relax.” He says “Why should I? every day I go on Twitter and
Facebook to see people tweeting the truth about Islam. They post real graphs
and statistics of terrorist attacks per ideology. Islam is at the top of all of
them. Why would I want to be seen as a terrorist, when I have done nothing
wrong? You do know that’s what white people think of us right? As terrorist,
and nothing more. How can I blame them? Every terrorist attack I see on the
news is done by a Muslim.” He then tells our mother, “I’m taking the bus to
school today. I don’t want to be seen with you wearing a scarf. You attract too
much attention.” I can see my mother’s eyes tear up. She can’t believe her own
son is embarrassed to be seen with her in public. She replies stumbling on her
words, “Ok, I understand.” My eyes open wide. I couldn’t believe it. She was
letting her own son sit at the table, and disrespect her like she was some
outsider that he never knew. I know if my father was home right now, he would
have kicked my brother out of the house. My father would never tolerate
ignorance at this level. After all, my brother is 20 years old. I stood up from
my chair and said, “You really need to get some help. You are going on social
media sites to get justification for hating an entire religion. A religion you
were born into, and if I’m not mistaken, still are. The people posting about
Islam being a religion full of terror, are people that have hate in them. They
have nothing better to do with their lives. You don’t need to join them on
their journey to self-destruction.”


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