This is what I do. More than that, this is who I am. When I see injustice, I am compelled to seek justice. When I see a wrong, I try to right it.

We must learn to celebrate, not fight over, our differences. A pluralistic society requires no less, and the world will be a vastly better place if we can find a way to embrace this simple truth.

She felt helpless. Only Allah can bring him comfort. Panic was setting in. Arya was dizzy and sick to her stomach. As Keith Blackwell took his last breath, some unknown force compelled Arya Khan to pick up the knife. The last thing she heard before sheer terror overtook her own consciousness was: “Dearborn Police, drop the knife!

There has been some sort of mistake.”“What mistake is that, may I ask?” The woman snarled.“These handcuffs,” she looked behind herself, trying to raise her arms. “Why have I been handcuffed?”“Well, sweetie, that’s not an unusual procedure when you stab someone to death,” the woman snapped.Arya was horrified. They think I did this?

Well, if it isn’t Sleeping Beauty, back from the dead. I’ve never had a killer take a nap at the murder scene before.

Please, continue your story,” he encouraged. Was he past his Miranda obligation? She is on a roll. I can’t give her the warnings now, can I?

Why would a murderer call 9-1-1 and report a murder she just committed? Does that make any sense to you? Does it?

So, you decided to act like Angela Lansbury and solve crimes for the police?”“Who’s Angela Lansbury?” Arya wondered.

She looks around and decides no one saw her stab Blackwell. She concocts the defense, invents the biker dude, calls 9-1-1, and waits there for the police. It’s a nice little end-around to confuse us into thinking she’s innocent, no?