Muslim Boy At Starbucks

   
   "Muslim Boy At Starbucks"
    
   Insidiously plagued by night terrors and sleep paralysis (look it up), I often cruise the streets of Nashville after closing time for the drunks, not wanting to drive under the freedom of the big neon glitter when the crooked cops are on hopeful lookout to manifest their brutal bravado since they never got to start in gladiatorial sports when in high school or college, usually, and now, armed with weapons of mass destruction, their penile parts increase in size.  They love to trick the uniformed, raping them of their 4th Amendment Rights--never let them search your car; however, this may get you tasered and you might woefully wend into cardiac arrest--it happens plenty in this once Free Country.
   So, one early morning when the effulgent Moon Cheese was shimmering with a goddess-like beauty, I hit a local Starbucks in West Nashville, desiring the yummalicious taste of an icy cold Grande Frappuccino  with whip.  The barista was a young Muslim boy--I can spot the difference between a Hindu and a Muslim from a mile away--a canine-like telepathic thing; anyway, I immediately recognized my Abrahamic brother, intrinsically knowing he wasn't familiar with the Hindu Holy Text:  The Bhagavad Gita. 
   Anyhow, the young Muslim boy had an uncanny look of fear in his brown eyes, mentally surmising I hated him and his kind--a Monotheist Theological Type, somewhat like my Catholic Self, but I had no hate or savage desire to hurt him; moreover, I tried to loosen him up with my goofy, dog-like antics; plus, I was as polite as General George himself.  
   I wondrously wondered how his most likely poor family told him to get a job, work hard, and be a true American while there is so much rage targeted towards "Peaceful, True Islam"--a term never used by xenophobic Republicans, building up some seriously bad karma when they exit the womb of this life and enter the Otherworld.  
   Yes, diabolically possessed Muslims have killed thousands of Americans, but we've slayed millions--and did this resurrect our citizens, or did it spawn more demonology?  
   That young Muslim boy is a brave soul--again, my dog-like sense of perception picked up on this axiom, knowing he must be bullied at school, hated by myriads, and on a watch list by the American Government, which of course violates every American's Bill of Rights.  Yet this young Muslim boy gets up every morning, says his prayers to Our Abrahamic God; next, braves the day better than the rest of us.
   There's more murders in America committed by non-Muslims--just look at Chicago, or watch the bullshit mainstream media--if they spill those truthful beans, but rarely.  Regardless, Islam needs mollification--not hate pointed at it, especially the venerating Shiites.  As Mahatma Gandhi said to the people of his region during great turbulence:  "We are Hindu and Muslim--all children of God."
   Not only do I know the Torah and New Testament, but the Koran as well--the Arch-Angel Gabriel dictating it to the illiterate Muhammad.  A singular Surah in the Koran speaks about how God knows every atomic thought in your mind, and who you really are and what you really do--God knows everything about you it claims.  Thus, why can't we be like the living Christ, knowing Our own religion--the Beatitudes, like this:   "Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called the children of God."  I guess we're just not that UP on Jesus nowadays.
   Look, we've hated the British, the Germans, and the Japanese--this too shall pass.  Or we could make it worse without cerebral symposiums, like Reagan had with Gorbachev, fighting a war from across a desk.