I can bear my own sorrows, but the sorrows arising from the calamities visiting Islam and Muslims have crushed me. I feel each blow delivered to the Muslim world as delivered first to my own heart.

I feel like I'm in my own world: in the world but not a part of it.

I feel pretty confident in my own ability.

I feel strikingly domestic. We're in our own world with two busses and trucks.

Islam was like a mental cage. At first, when you open the door, the caged bird stays inside: it is frightened. It has internalized its imprisonment. It takes time for bird to escape, even after someone has opened the doors to its cage.

I am a leader in my own world. That's enough for me.