Introduction

The reason...

     For two years, I have been writing this story. Or should I say collection of stories? It seems to read like a blog, but some of what was written has come from my blog. I never began typing anything until Ahmed traveled back home.

     In my blog, I have written about the injustices toward different cultures here in America. I have written about how Arabs are mistreated by their own people as well as Americans. I have written about my fascination with various faiths on this very planet. 

     I have always loved this culture and I still was unaware of so many aspects of Arabic culture until I met my friend. I have only studied Egypt for the past 20 years. I was only aware of the wars that have occurred in Iraq since 1990. I never heard of the word Arabic Nations. So, you can imagine my intrigue when it was first mentioned to me.

     I earned a communications degree at University of Phoenix. My courses consisted of cultural communication. Communicating with Arabs was not really a topic that anyone had discussed. The only thing that was communicated is gender inequality and that they pray five times a day. 

     I never really intended on letting the world know what my opinion was when I was writing in my notebook. So much has happened since October 2014. I was frightened when my friend went back home. I thought his life was in danger. In order to find comfort, I began to write and publish chapters from my notebook on Writers Cafe. 

     Since I am a wishful thinker, my hopes is that this does become published. My intention is to let the world know that there is an American who adores them. I want people to know that there are people who are more than willing to communicate with them. My hope is to open the minds of others. 

     I want to share my experience with others and let them know what I understand. I want others to know what I don't understand. There is no ill intent on this story. I am not here to bash faith or deities. 

     The objective is to break a communication barrier and help America continue to be the melting pot. The objective is to help people understand that this has happened before time and time again. History repeats itself; life sucks....it does not have to. 

     I placed it under religion because there was not a spiritual option. I wrote this from a spiritual standpoint. It is from what I have learned growing up as a Nazerene, as a child, and experience as an adult.