It’s a holiday weekend, and Faith and I just got back from getting ice cream. In case you are wondering, Faith got the Mocha MooLatté, I think it’s called, and I got the Cherry Dilly Bar. After all, I am watching my weight. This was the kickoff to the holiday weekend. Before I begin enjoying the other festivities, I thought I would write a blog about something that I think is very important for people to understand.

One of the hardest questions I couldn’t immediately answer on October 7 when I was in London was why so many people reached their conclusions about what has taken place so quickly. I witnessed protests the very next day. I remember being stunned at what I saw. There was no empathy, no mourning, at least from what I gathered from what I saw on the streets. The anger and hatred were almost palpable, as people were already protesting against Israel. I was dumbfounded. Of the 21 Uber rides I took, the drivers shared the same hostility. It was as if God had vindicated Islam.

I knew that Islam was both a spiritual and political religion, but I thought the political manifestation happened in non-Western countries. This was my wake-up call, and this is why I write and speak as I do. I now feel the clarion call not just to love Muslims but also to warn people of the........

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