And the not so logical part of me, the part that witnessed the smoke rising from the towers that day, the part of me that has seen the devastation wrought upon families by the deaths that day, the part of me that heard the church bells and bagpipes of countless funerals, that part of me is angered by the insensitivity of this mosque congregation.
That's the part of myself that I'm listening to. And I don't feel bad about it. At all.
