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I sit at the Internet computer at my house, staring in wonder and anger at page 635 in my World Literature English-class textbook. We are beginning to study to Koran, and I have just finished reading the introductions to the segment in my text. I am boiling inside, and yet I am not entirely sure why.
The Koran is said to preach “submission to Allah.” It is said to preach tolerance and acceptance of others. Why, then, did people make September 11, 2001 such a terrible day to live through? Why, then, did people kill 6000 and more? Why, then, did this occur “in the name of Allah?”
Is this “Allah” actually as pleased as those in the Middle East (and some other places) are for what occurred September 11, 2001? Is this Koran ever actually read by the masses that have faith in the religion it supports? How can such messages of nonviolence be misread, corrupted, mutated into such catastrophic acts?
Through this I have discovered something. I am still angry at what occurred September 11, 2001. I guess this anger never went away, or maybe it has returned after being dealt with and gone for some time. I do not believe I have encountered such a hypocritical paradox before. Deep down I hope this anger will not last.
But for now I am angry, and I express now, in my writing. I understand that the acts of one do not always represent the acts of many. The acts of September 11, 2001 occurred thanks to the thoughts of a few. And yet it still occurred. And when I think of those that declared that the Koran and/or Islam do not preach such violent methods, I cannot help but ask: have you preached such effectively?
