I have lived in Hudson for 12 years and am intrigued by the exchange of letters over the past two years regarding Muslims. Since I have lived here, I have not met a single Muslim in Hudson. I lived on the East Coast for many years and have family and friends who live in predominantly Muslim countries. Here are some of my experiences: Say no to plagiarism. Get a tailor-made essay on “Why violent video games should not be banned”?Get the original essayIn Bangladesh, my granddaughter became seriously ill. Her father was out of town and a Muslim friend of her parents rushed her and my daughter to the hospital, picked up the rather heavy child from the car and carried her in his arms, running to the emergency room to save time. In Bangladesh, I was at my daughter's house while she and her husband worked. I turned on the television as rescuers pulled the Chilean miners out of the mine after several days. I called the cook and the Muslim driver to come and watch with me. Together, with tears in our eyes, we watched and applauded each miner brought to the surface. We barely understood each other's language, but we certainly understood the human drama unfolding before us and we were very happy to share it together. In Türkiye, friends wanted to show us the house where, according to legend, Mary, the mother of Jesus, lived with the Apostle John in Ephesus until her death. A forest fire was raging that day in the area and we were unable to go. The next day, with the fire extinguished, we climbed the mountain and our Muslim friend thanked Allah for having spared this sacred sanctuary for the woman honored by our two religions. In Türkiye, we visited a mosque with our friends. As we were leaving, we noticed the poor box at the exit, and everyone seemed to be putting it in their hand. I wondered what it was about and it was explained to me that almsgiving is one of the five pillars of Islam. The reason everyone puts their hands up is so that those who can give give and those who need it can take and no one knows which is which, thus preserving everyone's dignity. In New York, I was the director of a summer program for mothers and their young children. . One of the Muslim mothers, a recently arrived Egyptian immigrant, seriously questioned some of our rules. We discussed our cultural differences and why we were so strict about safety. We sometimes argued violently, but I consistently enforced the rules, and over the summer we had gained enough respect and affection for each other that I was invited to a family wedding . Keep in mind: this is just a sample. Get a custom article now from our expert editors. Get a Custom Essay I understand that radical Muslim extremists are a danger to anyone they would wish to destroy. But not all Muslims are radical extremists. You can't put everyone in the same basket, especially when you don't know them. These are some of my real human experiences with real Muslims that I have known. I would be happy to have similar experiences here in Hudson.