I have lived in Hudson for 12 years and am baffled by the exchange of letters regarding Muslims over the past two years. I haven't met a single Muslim in Hudson since I've lived here. I lived on the East Coast for many years and have family and friends who live in Muslim-majority countries. These are some of my experiences: Say no to plagiarism. Get a tailor-made essay on "Why Violent Video Games Shouldn't Be Banned"? Get Original Essay In Bangladesh, my niece became seriously ill. Her father was out of town, and a Muslim friend of her parents rushed her to the hospital with my daughter, took the rather heavy child from the car and carried her, rushing to the emergency room to save time. In Bangladesh I was at my daughter's house while she and her husband were at work. I turned on the television as, after several days, rescuers pulled the Chilean miners out of the mine. I called the cook and the Muslim driver to come and watch with me. Together, and with tears in our eyes, we watched and applauded as each miner was brought to the surface. We barely understood each other's language, but we certainly understood the human drama unfolding before us and were very happy to share it together. In Türkiye, some friends wanted to show us the house where, according to legend, Mary, the mother of Jesus, lived with the apostle John in Ephesus until her death. That day there was a forest fire in the area and we couldn't go. The next day, after the fire was out, we went up the mountain and our Muslim friend thanked Allah for sparing this sacred shrine for the woman honored by both our religions. In Türkiye we visited a mosque with our friends. As we were leaving, we noticed the poor box at the exit, and everyone seemed to be shoving it into their hands. I asked myself what it was about and it was explained to me that almsgiving is one of the five pillars of Islam. The reason why everyone puts their hand is so that those who can give give and those who need can take and no one will know what is what, maintaining everyone's dignity. In New York I was the director of a summer program for mothers and their young children. One of the Muslim mothers, a recent immigrant from Egypt, seriously questioned some of our rules. We discussed our cultural differences and why we were so strict about safety. We sometimes argued violently, but I consistently respected the rules, and over the course of the summer we garnered enough respect and affection for each other that I was invited to a family wedding. Please note: this is just an example. Get an article customization now from our expert writers. Get a Custom Essay I understand that radical Muslim extremists pose a danger to all those they would destroy. But not all Muslims are radical extremists. We can't paint everyone with the same brush, especially when we don't know them. These were some of my real human experiences with the real Muslims I met. I would love to have similar experiences here in Hudson.