When September 11 happened I sent a personal apology to all my colleagues. As an Arab and Muslim woman living in the West at the time, I felt personally culpable. Little did I know that that was the moment when our identity as Muslims and Arabs got completely hijacked by the representations of fanaticism and anti-life. It was the proverbial moment of throwing the “baby with the wash water”. Throwing our identity out with the debris of decades of oppression, de-humanization and intellectual deprivation. This blog is about understanding this predicament, holding the mirror to ourselves, bench marking our place in the world today, curating all the voices that still believe that there is something about this identity that is still worth saving, and maybe contributing some thoughts on the possibilities for this salvation.