“Shave your stubble before you come to bed, Haider,” I told my husband Monday night. He looked up at me from the computer chair without the slightest hint of protest and smiled, “of course”. A couple of hours into the night, with him sound asleep right next to me – asleep like nothing had happened – I shivered from post-traumatic stress. Cold sweat trickled down the side of my forehead meeting warm tears at the corner of my eye and disappearing into a big, wet circle on the pillow. It was my second Patriot’s Day Boston Marathon, my husband’s third. I recalled spending all evening answering calls from back home in Pakistan, saying often, “Allah nay bachaya,” (Allah saved us). But did he?

It has taken America and its large Muslim community almost a decade to recover from the dreadful events of 9/11. One does not have to have lived in a pre-9/11 America to know what has changed for the worse, both for Americans and the Muslim community in the United States and all over the world. No one knows the woes of terror more than someone who grew up in Pakistan, for we are still bearing its brunt.

Now that some of us have moved on while others back home continue to suffer, we have a lot to lose if the perpetrator of the Boston Marathon bombings turns out to be a Muslim.   »»» guardian.co.uk

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