Stranded in Between: An American and a Muslim

My religion and my country are implicated in each other’s tragedies: As if a part of my body itself were broken by another part of itself and I can only watch.

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From as far back as I can remember, I have been restless. Dissatisfied. Desperate to move. A Bedouin, maybe. Even as I was in one place, I had to be in another. Until Qu bec.