Last Sunday, fifteen Montreal mosques opened their doors to visitors. The gesture was both concrete and symbolic, a necessary step in the healing process following the savage shooting at the Centre culturel islamique de Québec mosque on January 29.
Still, I couldn’t help thinking that opening the doors to invite in the wider community takes a great amount of courage. Had my house come under attack, how willingly would I open my door to visitors? The natural and quite understandable tendency in the aftermath of an attack is to withdraw, to close doors, to protect oneself.
To open up to the outside is to surrender oneself to the goodwill of neighbours, to declare one’s vulnerability but also one’s faith that the world is, essentially, a good place and that people are, essentially, good.
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