Terror visits the heart of a Muslim

Meet me... a terrorized Muslim girl. I get up very day, pray five times to my Allah and look up to my favorite people, Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) and the great sahabas. And when I turn on the TV, my Allah and these favorite people are ridiculed in almost every channel. I feel sad. They charge them with great crimes, the greatest being insensitivity. I feel hurt. Every day a new terrorist emerges in the scene. I feel anger. And anger is the most dominant of the feeling. I don’t care how many non-Muslims condemn Islam. But I care when my fellow Muslims abuse my religion. They, the terrorists, make me feel cheated; cheated of the real spirit of Islam. Pardon me if I am not an Islamic scholar. Pardon me if I don’t speak Arabic. Pardon me if I can not quote from the Quran. Pardon me if I can not recite more than 20 ayats. But the small knowledge that I have of my Islam, condemns these terrorists. Even as a child studying my religion at school, we knew Jihad was compulsory but maybe the texts that I read outlined the wrong concepts of Jihad/ Holy war. The concepts I read of the war said:

1. Muslims will not be the first ones to attack
2. No innocent or someone who is not a party to the war should be harmed
3. Women and children are to be protected and not killed or used.

But still daily millions of innocents, women and children die under the cover of Islam. I cry. I plead. I yell. Stop sacrificing my religion for your sake. Sacrifice yourself for my religion’s sake. Accept peace or fight like a true Muslim.
Maybe they taught a different Islam at that time but I know that Islam is universal. It never contradicts itself. It loves peaces, protects its women and preaches honesty to its followers. This is the Islam I know, and I love it!