It seems unreal that the world was ever safe. A distant memory of my pre 2002-life; me walking into a mall without having to be frisked, of going into the compound without having my ID claimed temporarily, of not having to look nervously when a bearded man walks by, of parking right outside the hotel’s entrance rather than before barracks of stones, of not considering terrorism as a part of the reason to not go to certain places and certain cities.
The memory is distant, and true to a science-fiction-armageddon-style epic, the person I am today is also different from the person I was then. Some would say age took its toll, but I know it wasn’t only that. Some pull. I push. Today I’m a cynical person.
But that’s beside the point. When I hear about the crazy tourist sniper, I feel sad rather than shocked. He apparently yelled Allahu Akbar. I feel the same way when I hear about the videos showing British extremists threatening to behead Muslims in European countries and tear their guts out on YouTube.
But the quotes from here and there are amusing. “There is no question there has been an increase in attacks on mosques and Muslims,” said the chairman of the Islamic Human Rights Commission. You think?
When my grandmother is aggrevated from hearing obscene news she always yells “Allahu akbar!”