Between the Israeli assault on Lebanon and the Zionist "war on terror," the
Muslim world is now center stage in every American home. I see the carnage,
death and destruction that have befallen Lebanon, but I also see something
else: I see you.
I can't help but notice that almost every woman I see is carrying a baby or
has children around her. I see that though they are dressed modestly, their
beauty still shines through. But it's not just outer beauty that I notice.
I also notice that I feel something strange inside me: I feel envy. I feel
terrible for the horrible experiences and war crimes that the Lebanese
people have suffered, being targeted by our common enemy.
But I can't help but admire your strength, your beauty, your modesty, and
most of all, your happiness. Yes, it's strange, but it occurred to me
that even under constant bombardment, you still seemed happier than we are,
because you were still living the natural lives of women. The way women
have always lived since the beginning of time. It used to be that way in
the West until the 1960s, when we were bombarded by the same enemy. Only we
were not bombarded with actual munitions, but with subtle trickery and moral
corruption.
