Across from me sits a Muslim woman.
I have invited her into my home because she is the mother of my son’s friend. We need to fill the time while our children play together.
I offer her a glass of water and she accepts.
She and I sit, and at first the conversation is strained and revolves around small talk
…but then there is a shift.
We start to trust one another and open up.
THIS is where religion and politics and scary media tactics cease and friendship begins.
I realize as it is happening that this is the most intellectual conversation I have had in a long time and how much I enjoy talking to her.
We are so much alike, despite the huge divide that has been programmed into us that we need to fear the many for the few.
I find that as the conversation progresses, though I do not know her well and we have only just met, I will already miss this friendship if it does not continue.