Many years ago, when I was a newcomer to Italy, I rented an apartment from a sweet old lady. She used to remind everyone almost every day that she was 88 years old, and that she took care of herself all alone.
I found the apartment, which was simply a room and a bathroom and a kitchen-corner, acceptable, for both my needs and for what I could pay back then.
The old landlord kept coming to visit me each evening, just to check on me and to ask if I needed something, and in the meanwhile, each evening, she was telling me parts of her story; how her husband died years ago, and how her children left her alone; a daughter that got married and moved to another city with her husband, and a son who immigrated to another country. She had only her house and the apartment where I lived to take care of; a small world she had indeed.
The thing that keeps reminding me of this lady is that during one of her visits, she reluctantly asked me, very innocently: “Are you Catholic?”, I said: “No, I am Muslim”, after some seconds of silence and reflection, she came back with another question: “A Catholic Muslim?” (“Musulmano Cattolico?”) at that point I smiled and simply said: “Yes”.
It was there that the idea became very clear to me, Christians, Catholics, Protestants, Jews, Orthodox, Sephardic, Muslims, Sunni, Shiite, Sikh, Buddhists, we are all the same; humans that should only think of each other as equals. And it is not bad or strange or offending to think of someone as Muslim Catholic, or Christian Sunni, or Jewish Protestant, if you do believe that we are all the same.
The old lady knew all about life: We are the same, and all the differences that we see between us, are things that we created ourselves; they do not exist.
