Hate is a strong word
The other night I went to see Captain Marvel with some friends, as the end credit scenes began to roll, my friend showed me her phone and pointed to the headline “49 killed in mass shooting at two mosques in Christchurch, New Zealand”. My heart sank. I pulled up the article and skimmed it on my phone. I couldn’t believe what I was reading, but there was a pain in me, a loss. The pain grew when I learned the first man to be shot said “Salam Brother” to the gunman. Salam Brother. This man’s last words were wishing peace and acknowledging the other as a brother. He did not question this man, he did not reject this man, he welcomed him. And unfortunately his open arms were met with gun shots. Had the gunman stopped to listen and to hear he would of learned the beauty of the religion. However, he had let his ignorance blind him, as have so many of us. In an age of instant news we are constantly assaulted with headlines and short snippets of the from tweets, Facebook posts, or In