There was a time in my life when I was employed as a sales engineer for a medium-sized manufacturing company (high-precision aerospace & defense products); my position required that I travel often for business, and thus I used to take a lot of planes and a lot of taxis. This incident, in many respects unmemorable, took place during the late summer of 1990; I was returning from a business
trip from the United States to Montreal, which is where I was then
residing. It was late in the evening, and I was exhausted after a long day of meetings and travel
I took a cab from the airport, and behind the wheel there was
a middle-aged driver from the middle east. We spoke, and after some preliminaries of what I did professionally and where I was coming from, the
conversation quickly turned personal and to religion, not a topic that I like speaking about with strangers; he spoke passionately about his
wife's newly found beliefs in Christianity, which bothered him. “All she
talks about is love and peace,” he said with disdain. “She has
forgotten about Allah’s justice. In Islam, you have to be sharp like a
sword,” he said, momentarily taking his right hand off the steering
wheel, and chopping the air for dramatic emphasis.
Thankfully, we arrived at my destination; I quickly paid him. As I was exiting the cab, the driver helping me retrieve my suitcase from the car’s trunk, he said, “This is Islam; it's about justice.” He was not angry, but bothered, perhaps confused about Canada and its values, which in some important way conflicted with his, and his religious beliefs likely provided him some comfort in a land that he considered foreign in so many ways. Yet, he was in Canada for a reason; it provided him something tangible (freedom, opportunity, work, perhaps) not available in his home country.
I soon forgot this conversation, recalling it only recently; and yet this simple taxi driver from the middle east explained an
important aspect of Islam that today escapes many sophisticated western
academics, politicians and writers. People hold on to thoughts and ideas that give them comfort and meaning, only replacing these with new ones when these do the same. In the workings of the brain, changing one’s mind is never easy. Yet, it is at times necessary, and time and the fading of memory makes this easier.