God bless every mother who has held back tears to cradle us, kiss us, and tell us stories until we fell asleep. Every mother who had only seconds to wipe away her tears and paint a smile the moment you naively begged her to color with you. Every mother who performs miracles by respiring on the spot, reanimating her every limb, so to give her children a happiness even she is foreign to.
"…to give her children a happiness even she is foreign to."
We talk a lot about the problems facing Muslims, but I think one of the most neglected is the fact that we don’t let ideas really process. Even wrong ideas.
I’m not talking scholarly stuff, because our foundations are so poor, as a whole, we’re not really ready to debate…