London Calling

July 7th 2005 - London, England - The English raised me - they educated me - they nurtured my development - I will always be indebted to the English - indeed, I'll always be an Englishman, despite my Middle East origins. On the morning of July 7th, 2005, my wife broke the news - "they got London." My mind immediately raced with the anxiety and fear of what those three words meant. London! Not my London.

Let me say UNRESERVEDLY - whatever the gripe, u just can't go around blowing things up. Whatever your faith, it cannot work that way. There are better, more powerful and effective ways of saying, "sorry, but I must respectfully disagree." That is not to say when faced with imminent and grave bodily harm one must acquiesce and surrender - no - any lawyer will tell u that u can defend u and yours, even with deadly force, if the particualr situation so requires. But this is not such a case. Bad foreign policy cannot be remedied with indiscriminate murder. It must be cured by thoughtful and conscious reflection. You have to get in involved in the game of influence and lobby your elected officials. It's political, stupid.

More on this in the coming days.