My son the fanatic

Sepia Mutiny, a blog for second-generation Indo-Americans, is pretty anguished over the identity of the London terrorists. Here’s a bit of analysis: When I was a child my mother told me a story that her mother had told her. I can only re-tell the story as it was told to me: Once when mami was … Continue reading “My son the fanatic”

Sepia Mutiny, a blog for second-generation Indo-Americans, is pretty anguished over the identity of the London terrorists. Here’s a bit of analysis:

When I was a child my mother told me a story that her mother had told her. I can only re-tell the story as it was told to me:

Once when mami was young she was at a train station. There was a strange man there who simply looked at her and hypnotized her. The man was a Fakir. She followed him unable to control herself as he led her away. Fakir’s have magical powers. Really Abhi (I was shaking my head in disbelief). They are Muslim and they kidnap and convert you to Islam. Luckily the family got her back before she walked too far off. She didn’t remember anything that happened afterward and said she couldn’t control herself. A Fakir can just look at you and you’ll forget everything, your whole life.

Now bear in mind that my family is from Gujarat, where bigotry has persisted for generations. My mom is not a bigot but she believed (and still does) that a Fakir has mystical powers that can brainwash a normal person and get them to walk away from their life and convert to Islam (even though not all Fakirs are Muslim and the Sufi order is the least fundamental). I actually asked her to tell me this story again when I went home just last month.

Most of us know at least one person that is a “born-again” into some religion. Various things motivate these people. Many of them (like at least one of these bombers) were described as being out-of-control before their conversion (or re-discovery of their family religion). Others feel overwhelmed by the influence of the world they live in and retreat back to a basic set of instructions that they think will bring order to the chaos they feel. Some take this “order” too far by trying to impose their interpretation of that order on others. Most born-agains however are perfectly sane and choose to practice their new beliefs in private without a harmful thought toward anyone. How do we recognize in our second generation peers which path they have chosen to walk?

Commenters note that the fanaticism evinced in the terror bombings is more commonly Islamic than Hindu.

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