Moving to Canada

The first time I met a Jewish person was when I was 33 years old.

Just let that sink in.

Thirty three.

Thirty three is half a lifetime, if one is lucky. For many it is just a number, for me it meant the beginning of a different life. I had escaped persecution, dodged almost half a dozen attempts on my life, and then found sanctuary here in Canada. I owe so much to these lessons I’ve learnt in the past 5 years of my life. If I knew any better, I would have gotten myself a book deal by now. But we all know where those lead, eh?

However, back to this one Jewish person.

After that meeting, my fear as a Muslim newcomer started to dissipate. I felt liberated and my fear of the unknown started to reduce. This fear transformed into hope, for a better more compassionate world. I got addicted to this hope and crept out of a relationship where I felt abused and under appreciated. I moved on to better things in life- to better relationships, grander projects, ethnic food 🙂

How is all this connected to one person. It is not. The point however is that we all have our fears, and the dark alleys we continue to encounter. And the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel does exist.


We have a choice: We can let our fears control us, or we can master them. The choice is yours.