I give up food and water for a month every Ramadan, while they get stockings and presents and fancy trees – even the ones who are decidedly more naughty than nice? Where is the justice?

There has always been small, yet vocal minorities who have attempted to fear-monger against a perceived outsider group. This has shifted at one point or another from Catholics, to African-Americans, to Jews, to Asians. The focus is now squarely upon Muslims.

Deep inside, I wish to see young boys and girls embracing the beautiful Prophetic tradition of greeting others with compassion and affection. And the onus to teach this is on parents.

What kind of Islam will take the spotlight when the dust settles on revolution and transformation? Watching this documentary, it is clear that this question will in large part be answered by Muslim women themselves.

Those, like me, who value life and despise those who cling to power while ignoring the plight of their countrymen, are destined to a frustration of sorts. But the outcry of people that led to the Arab Spring gives me hope.

Al Shabaab militants have created misery in their native land and are trying to poison the minds of young people living in the West with their hate and misguided teachings. Who gave them the authority to speak on behalf of Islam?

During his pilgrimage to Mecca, Mazen Asbahi takes time to offers prayers for America and remembers the untold number of Americans suffering through hard times.

Time and again, Abraham is asked to sacrifice like no normal person is, or could be. He is asked to abandon, or take the life of his child, and God in each case intervenes. God saves. God guides. This is what Muslims celebrate on Sunday.

The media don’t only reflect reality; they create reality. And by focusing their energy on demonizing Muslims, we are missing an opportunity to positively influence the next generation.