LIFE AS IT IS

Facebooks statuses with Christmas wishes and celebration photos are almost flooding my newsfeed. And these statuses and photos are not coming from Christians but my Muslim friends from Bangladesh, India and Pakistan. What an admirable attitude towards a people of different faith! In the USA, I have personally met Christians whose minds and hearts are filled with hatred toward the Muslims. Many of them gave me a look of astonishment when I said to them that Muslims respect Jesus Christ as one of their most important prophets. Anyway, I wish I could share these Facebook statuses and photos with those particular Christians. There are peace-loving Muslims all over the world, just like there are peace-loving Christians everywhere. I have rarely been wished by a Christian acquaintance or friend on Eid. In the USA, most people do not even know much about Islam, the faith of over 1.6 billion people around the world. However, I did receive Eid wishes from a Christian friend, who is also a

When I think with my heart, people like me, but when I think with my head, people do not like it. But I am trying to master the latter because I have come to realize that this world will be a better and more peaceful place if man does not always follow his heart but think rationally with his head.

This world now appears to be teeming with zealous and overzealous people. But our zeal should not override our common sense.

My motherland has just turned 42! I love you and miss you, my homeland. I wish you peace, progress and prosperity now and always. I feel guilty, for I have not served you the way I wanted to. Living 10,000 miles away from you, I live a safe and comfortable life but a feeling of guilt gnaws me everyday. Maybe one day, I will do something worthwhile to make you feel proud of me. Long live, Bangladesh!      style="display:inline-block;width:728px;height:90px"      data-ad-client="ca-pub-1412858923217987"      data-ad-slot="2221625556">

You cannot tell the true potential of a child until he matures, for I saw kids, who barely passed exams in schools, went on to become PhDs.

One of the earliest teachings of life was, I should not waste food. It was not only because God does not like people who waste, but also because there are millions out there who do not have food to eat - I should therefore count my blessings. I have not forgotten my childhood lesson but in my present situation, I am compelled to waste food. In Bangladesh, I never saw food go to waste because there were always people around to eat food, fresh and leftover alike. We could give excess food to domestic helps, building security guards downstairs, and homeless and hungry people on the street. Guests would come and empty our refrigerator. I mean there was no way we could waste food - what a blessing! Here in the U.S., however, I have to waste food. In a family of three, where one member is only a year old, food goes to waste almost every other week. When I go grocery shopping, I try to buy foods in small quantities. But in a country where food portion sizes are big, I always have a diff