I am Muslim. Its the label I was born with in Damascus, Syria, the label that I lived with when I immigrated to the United States for college, and for that little thing you call freedom.
Up to that point, I wasnt too familiar with Christmas. I remember being jealous of my Christian friends in elementary school because they showed up the same time every year with new clothes and new toys and new backpacks and new everything. Dont miss an issue of our Opinion newsletter! Get it delivered each Wednesday right into your inbox by adding your email below and hitting “subscribe.”