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It Was Friday, July 24, 1992, When I Stepped On The Train. Every Year I Think Of It. I See It As My Real Birthday: The Birth Of Me As A Person, Making Decisions About My Life On My Own. I Was Not Running Away From Islam, Or To Democracy. I Didn't Have Any Big Ideas Then. I Was Just A Young Girl And Wanted Some Way To Be Me; So I Bolted Into The Unknown.

Muslim Leaders Should Ask Themselves What Exactly Their Relationship Is To A Political Movement That Encourages Young Men To Kill And Maim On Religious Grounds.

If We Don't Take Effective Measures Now, The Netherlands Could Be Torn Between Two Extreme Rights.

I Assume The Closest Members Of My Family Don't Actually Want To Kill Me, But The Truth Is That I Have Shamed And Hurt Them; They Have To Deal With The Outrage That My Public Statements Cause, And Undoubtedly Some Members Of My Clan Do Want To Kill Me For That.

Tolerance Of Intolerance Is Cowardice.