We Must Reclaim And Retake Feminism From

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

People Ask Me If I Have Some Kind Of Death Wish, To Keep Saying The Things I Do. The Answer Is No: I Would Like To Keep Living. However, Some Things Must Be Said, And There Are Times When Silence Becomes An Accomplice To Injustice.

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.

Infuriatingly Stupid Analysts - Especially People Who Called Themselves Arabists, Yet Who Seemed To Know Next To Nothing About The Reality Of The Islamic World - Wrote Reams Of Commentary [after 9/11]. Their Articles Were All About Islam Saving Aristotle And The Zero, Which Medieval Muslim Scholars Had Done More Than Eight Hundred Years Ago; About Islam Being A Religion Of Peace And Tolerance, Not The Slightest Bit Violent. These Were Fairy Tales, Nothing To Do With The Real World I Knew.

Of Course, The Overwhelming Majority Of Muslims Are Not Terrorists Or Sympathetic To Terrorists. Equating All Muslims With Terrorism Is Stupid And Wrong. But Acknowledging That There Is A Link Between Islam And Terror Is Appropriate And Necessary.