ISLAM IN EUROPE

The allure of Paris for a poet is like the pull of a magnet on a nail. For two months I have been dreaming and my heart watering to experience Paris from the artist point of view. I’ve been their twice but each time I was heartbroken and failed to enjoy splendor of the city. I’ve had been secretly planning to steal away with my love to experience the romance of the city of lights but all that changed when she refused my invite; I hoped to rekindle the torch that I had done so much to put a year ago. I had the option to go alone but I decided against because I have been feeling negative energy in the way the French have treated their Muslim population. I dress in a hybrid style combining Islamic clothing and western style, I wondered if I dresses like I do here in the states would I be setting myself up for unwanted attention and scrutiny? Now the stupid underwear bomber has made things even more difficult for a traveling Muslim.