It has been just over two weeks since I woke up to a friend informing me that "there was a big shooting in Orlando." I was instantly filled with anxiety as I turned over in my bed and reluctantly responded, "Oh no. I really hope it wasn't my people."
I could already locate in my body a well-known heaviness that precedes the media wave of causal inquiry that consistently lands in the same place, laced with its own violent punches and cheers from its fixated audience.
I knew that within hours the media would begin making connections between Islam and terrorism in ways that implicate all Muslims as a matter of course.
With this knowledge, I deliberately postponed looking at anything on social media for an entire morning.