People stare as we tell our daughter Alana goodbye at the John Wayne Airport in California. Alana is a Muslim, and her head scarf turns heads every time.
Alana laughs to lighten the moment. �Oh, I hate airports,� she whispers to me. �As soon as I get on a plane, I know what people are saying, �Oh, God. A Muslim!�
The day before in the Nashville Airport, she got a full patdown by a TSA agent who asked to check her makeup bag, then said it tested positive for explosives.
�Explosives?� she asked.
Her old tote bag, an Eddie Bauer standby, was filled with a haul of new MAC cosmetics she�d recently purchased. Lipstick alert?
�He even swabbed my hands,� Alana says, still trying to laugh.
But her eyes look wounded, so I hurt for her and for the 1 billion-plus Muslims in the world who do not carry explosives in their makeup bags and never will.
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