I know it like the back of my hand, my Turkish airport, the Istanbul airport. When I pass through a place often enough, when I do so bleary eyed and happy to be there, it becomes my place in the world, as in a dream. I sleep on its floors, in crevices that I find, in between flights to Gaziantep to visit my beleaguered Syrian friends who have I have worked with and loved for so many years.
SONEPAT, India -- ISIS' manslaughter in Paris has placed on Muslims across the world the agonizing task of self-definition and self-explanation. It has placed Muslims in India in the doubly agonizing predicament of fearing a local backlash for what ISIS does as part of its global agenda. I do not believe intolerance will prevail in India. The people here are not stupid. But they live in a trapezium of wildly swinging emotions. And there, belligerents want to have their macabre fun, get their bloodied thrills.
I believe its because being openly spiritual is The Last Great Social Taboo, judged as shameful, embarrassing or stupid in our technocratic, über-rationalist culture. Why do we continue to allow our friends, communities, workplaces and ecological systems to suffer when self-love, brother-love and planet-love can transform all suffering in its path?