I just finished watching United 93, the movie about the hijacking of United Airlines 93 back in 2001. As most readers will know, passengers of United 93 tried to take back the plane, after terrorists had hijacked it by killing the pilot, the co-pilot and had stabbed passengers (to death).
They fought the terrorists after they had called with relatives, family members and lovers who informed them that two other planed were hijacked earlier that day, resulting in the attacks on the World Trade Center in New York and the Pentagon.
Since they knew all the passengers in those other flights had died, the passengers of United 93 decided to take a chance and fight; they knew that doing nothing would result in their imminent death.
Sadly they failed. They were able to kill two of the four terrorists, but the other two flew the plane into the ground. None of the passengers, or the terrorists, survived.
It is a heartbreaking story, and one with quite some emotional impact for Americans, of course, but also for people like me: Muslims. The terrorists killed in the name of Islam. They hijacked the plane, they put all those passengers through hell, all in the name of my beautiful religion, which teaches me love and compassion, not hatred.
Every time I heard them say “la illaha illala” (there is no God but God) I got angry. In the end I was even shouting at the screen telling them they were fake Muslims and asking God whether he would curse their souls. When the passengers started running through the front of the plane, trying to take out the terrorists, I was shouting them along, even though I knew they failed and died.
During the movie I noticed I was swearing at the terrorists thinking to myself “they killed so many innocent people that day, all in the name of my religion, thereby doing more damage to it than any other person in the history of mankind. May they rot in hell.”
No, my thoughts were not very compassionate and loving; instead, I was filled with anger and righteous indignation. I saw and heard them recite prayers many Muslims know and may recite at certain occasions. I heard them say “Bismillahir-Rahmanir-Rahim” constantly, which filled me with disgust; this is a sentence I use before eating, before starting an exam, and so on, and I now saw it being abused by a bunch of aggressive, hateful, radical idiots.
I am glad I watched the movie… but I only hope I can say these words soon again without being reminded of those criminals who killed innocent people while reciting these holy words.
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