While I am not a Muslim, I fully understand how difficult it is to find asylum in Dallas, an asylum already and all by its lonesome. I am a Liberal (in Texas, that is pronounced LIB-RUL), and living here in the Conservatronic Zombie Death Machine called Dallas (actually a suburb of Mexico City), I find the xenophobia of this part of the country to be unamenable for much of anything positive and life-affirming.
I did help a refugee from Afghanistan learn to produce research papers once, and he was quite kind to me. We had a ritual: Search for the best hamburger in Dallas, and when he invited me to an Afghan wedding, I was thrilled. I have never in my life seen such a beautiful wedding, green, meaning fecundity in a desert land, being the predominant color. I was the only white American in the room, yet those fine people were so hospitable towards me that I felt truly honored--especially when the father of the bride asked me to precede him in the wonderful Afghan buffet that proceeded after the wedding.
As far as I am concerned, Dallas is a Taliban of the mind, and someday, if I get-up the money to escape this inherently unfriendly city, I will finally find my freedom and the right to express myself without being banned, and thus will join the increasingly lengthening conga-line of expatriate Dallasite artists and writers who have found this so-called city to be a living hell for those of us who happen to be creative and not interested in the only thing that matters at all in Dallas:
Bling. Rhymes with "ding"--as in "ding dong". Any questions? And Dallas? Try to be friendly to foreigners. I'm a foreigner myself: I hail from the United States of America, and that, my friends, is not ideologically correct in the Elitist Republic of Public Dallas, not by any means or measure, not by rhyme nor reason.