.... The meeting was a wake-up call for me. The journey back to London gave me time to think. What would make someone feel so insecure to give up their life and move to another country to start up again? What would make a woman feel that her security lay in a country 2,000 miles away?
Why did I feel guilty? Yes, I was a Muslim, but I was not responsible for making her feel insecure. At each turn of my mind, I was uncomfortable, worried and aggravated as to the future of Muslim and Jewish relations in France. [The Huffington Post] Read more
