I feel compelled – sometimes pressured – to tweet stories of the religious identity of the officer who died saving the lives of journalists in France. Why?
Why am I forced to let everyone know that the employee of a kosher supermarket, who risked his life to save the lives of Jews from a desperate gunman, was a Muslim?
Why am I forced to post pictures of Muslims in France offering namaaz for the slain journalists?
Why am I forced to reiterate to my friends, “Hey, listen, the commanding officer in the final raid on the assailants was a Muslim”?
I am tired and embarrassed at having to reassert that my faith has nothing to do with the lunacy of some misguided rascals who claim to be protectors of my faith.