Today has been the first day of Ramadhan (in most part of North America) – the sacred month for 1.6 billion Muslims all over the world. This month had always been an integral part of our social life in Bangladesh regardless of people’s individual choice of religious practice.

Decades ago when I was a child it meant not going to school for the whole month, shopping for the upcoming Eid, enjoying special iftar menu for the whole month (mmmm the chhola, peaju, dai bara, halim….). Little did we care about the real intentions behind the ritual that called for stanch self control and abstinence from all the earthly transgression during day light (dawn to dusk) – not just restraining from eating and drinking. To a child like me practicing all of that was an everyday event. Life was so full of innocence and harmony back then that it almost seems like a fairy tale that happened some place far far away….

From grade two through six I attended a school in Pathar Ghata, Chittagong that was established more than a century ago by Christian missionaries. My god-fearing parents had no qualm on my and my siblings’ enrolling to a school run by catholic nuns. I had friends in the class with last names like Roy, Dey, Shutradhar as well as Rodriguez, Gonzales or D’Cruz and Barua. I remember going to Durga puja with my friends, being captivated with the ambience, the neatly decorated idol, the kirtans, the special incense and the delicious sweets. My school stood next door to a boys’ school run by catholic priests. The Brothers and Sisters of both schools would arrange for annual ‘fair’ sort of like a Mina Bazaar right before Christmas that we’d attend along with our families. There were some famous temples in Chittagong and other towns in the hilltracks that my father used to take us for visits. We appreciated archeological values, the historical aspects and the beautiful decorations of those temples and devotion of people for their own faith was an uplifting experience. We grew up knowing every faith in the world teaches the same basic concept – respect your fellow humans, love your family, don’t hurt, don’t cheat, don’t lie, be humble…..

I guess we grew up with respect and appreciations for other faiths. I don’t think I can say the same for my little kids. Not only they are being raised in a land that is a world apart from their tradition and heritage, now their faith is something that is being scrutinized (rather wrongfully) every single day in the media. I know as for now my kids are not being affected directly – the friends and neighbors we associate with are very civil and open minded. Her friends and teachers don’t pose any awkward questions when she passes over pepperoni pizza for fish sticks in the school cafeteria. But I wonder how long is it till the media loses its last shred of compassion for a certain faith that they quite easily have began associating with terrorism? How long do we have to reverse this course so that the little ones can grow up in world that’s devoid of ethnic tensions? What can we do to secure that for them?

Any ideas?