... We Die, Just As We Were

The Fact Of Simultaneously Being Christian And Having As My Mother Tongue Arabic, The Holy Language Of Islam, Is One Of The Basic Paradoxes That Have Shaped My Identity.

Isn't It A Characteristic Of The Age We Live In That It Has Made Everyone In A Way A Migrant And A Member Of A Minority?

How Do I Pray? I Study A Rose, I Count The Stars, I Marvel At The Beauty Of Creation And How Perfectly Ordered It Is, At Man, The Most Beautiful Work Of The Creator, His Brain Thirsting For Knowledge, His Heart For Love, And His Senses, All His Senses Alert Or Gratified.

Nothing Is Born Of Nothing, Least Of All Knowledge, Modernity, Or Enlightened Thought; Progress Is Made In Tiny Surges, In Successive Laps, Like An Endless Relay Race. But There Are Links Without Which Nothing Would Be Passed On, And For That Reason, They Deserve The Gratitude Of All Who Benefited From Them.

You Can't Say History Teaches Us This Or That; It Gives Us More Questions Than Answers, And Many Answers To Every Question.