They are part of the national fabric that holds our country together. They contribute to America in many ways, and deserve the same respect as any of us. I pledge to spread this message, and affirm our country’s principles of liberty and justice for all.
It's hard for to imagine not ever having met any Muslims. I don't have any particular stories, because I see and interact with Muslim people every day: I live in Fremont, CA, and they make up a lot of my neighbors. Continue Reading »
When a friend of mine told me about this website, I was pleased. But I have a problem. I'm a professor, and I have been privileged to work with and get to know many Muslim-Americans. So the problem is I can't choose one distinct person to talk about. So, I decided to dedicate my post to all of the Muslim-American students I have had and will have in the future. Continue Reading »
Tameem Bakaar was my high-school swim coach and an ex-Marine; his parents were from Saudi Arabia, but he was born here. Occasionally his ex-Marine viewpoint was a little freaky (he wished he could electrify the diving blocks right after the starting gun was fired, so people would dive quicker) but his religion never entered the swimming pool enclosure. Continue Reading »
I am an American Muslim. My ancestors arrived on this continent in the early 16th Century with John Smith, they married into the Powhatan tribe. Another branch of my father's family arrived in Massachusetts Bay Colony in the early 16th Century. My mother's family emigrated from Ireland in the late 18th and early 19th Centuries. My ancestor's served in almost every war since the French and Indian War, (before we were a nation). Continue Reading »
When Wardah and I met during our freshman year of college, our first impressions of one another were quite interesting. We'd gathered in a dorm common room with some mutual friends to watch The Notebook on Friday, October 9th, 2010. Wardah was sitting on the couch, with a pink GAP hoodie pulled over her head. She seemed quiet, and offered the other girls and I some peanuts. She then handed me a canister labeled "Honey Roasted Almonds" that had pistachios inside, and I thought to myself, "Who is this girl?" Continue Reading »