kangarooistan To My Muslim Sisters A letter from a Christian woman to all Muslim Sisters
Between the Israeli buttault on Lebanon and the Zionist "war on terror," the Muslim world is now center stage in every American home. I see the carnage, rest 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 plantardment, 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 plantarded by the same enemy. Only we were not plantarded with actual munitions, but with subtle trickery and moral
