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I am canceling my planned essay for this week, in light of the weekend terror attack in Edmonton.
I am sure others are composing columns to bring to the newspapers, others are off talking to Muslims in public spaces, and writing for reading aloud at candlelight vigils. I have nothing to add to the voices at those places, but instead I will modestly write here on my little blog.
Note: A mosque is a Muslim church, a mullah is a Muslim preacher, who is always male.
After the Mullah hated
When the man in the mosque preached hatred of the Jews, I was not a Jew, so I did not protest.
When the man preached hatred of unbelievers, I was not an unbeliever, so I did not protest.
When the man preached hatred of Sunnis or else Shiites, I was the other one, so I did not protest.
When Sunnies and Shiites were called to mass for battle along the borders of Iran and Iraq, and all of my neighbours were caught up in the fighting, there was no time left for anyone to protest.
…In Canada, most of the Mullahs were born overseas, perhaps in lands where parents teach hatred to children. These men need our help. They know so much about religion, but what could they know of peace? I’m sure the college in Cairo has no department of Peace Studies. That would only be a Canadian thing.
Some of the mullahs will need the help of Canadian elders in the mosque to teach them that we have suffered through two world wars, and so we have learned two things, two things for sure:
Hatred never leads to peace,
every young man who ever terrorized, every Adolf, Benito or Hideki, first started with a feeling of hatred for some one or some group.
If every elder would stomp on every match of hatred, then the mosque would never burn down.
~The young men above, of course, are Hitler, Mussolini and Tojo.
~After using a search engine, on my 11 inch laptop, the first page of results for university peace studies is all Canadian institutions.
~Then again, maybe our elders are as helpless as peaceful teens at my old school, where we had a problem with vandalism. Our teachers once asked, “Imagine you saw a student hatefully kicking in a door. Wouldn’t you stop him?” We were silent, because we didn’t know how to tell our teachers, “No, don’t be silly.”
Maybe I’m being silly to think that mosque elders in Canada would dare tell a mullah to stop preaching hatred.
Because of the recent attack, I can’t go ask, not until things calm down.
Well, dear reader, any ideas?