http://www.reportermag.com/ Tag Religion from Reporter Online. en-us http://www.reportermag.com/article/30 The first time I met Rauf Bawany, the Muslim Chaplain at RIT's Interfaith Center, was on the steps leading to his office. He stood four steps above me and carried a stack of books. I had stretched my arm out to shake his hand, and although he was about to take it, he stopped himself. To me, it looked like he was going to drop something, so I thought nothing of it. He frowned and said, "I don't usually do this." My hand dropped to my side. Had I managed to offend him so quickly? In... Fri, 14 Mar 2008 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.reportermag.com/article/30 http://www.reportermag.com/article/31 When Mara Ahmed moved to the United States from Pakistan with her husband in 1993, the world was a different place. Terms like "Muslim Extremist" and "Islamic Jihad" barely registered in the minds of Americans. However, after the events of September 11, 2001, these words became irrevocably embedded in the American consciousness. Ahmed, who grew up in Lahore, Pakistan, is a Muslim woman living in Rochester, and has two master's degrees to her name. Until 2003, she was a financial... Fri, 14 Mar 2008 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.reportermag.com/article/31 http://www.reportermag.com/article/139 I don't agree with Josh. It's nothing personal; I think he's a really great guy (see That Guy Josh), and I admire his willingness to make himself so vulnerable for something that he believes in. Still, I don't think there's an essay in the world that could change my mind about the absurdity of organized religion and most of the beliefs these religions hold. Despite that, I find Josh's assessment of our campus to be dead on. While it's second nature for many of us to talk about the... Fri, 25 Apr 2008 02:30:00 -0400 http://www.reportermag.com/article/139 http://www.reportermag.com/article/18 A Fist Sized Hole In My Brain Every time I go home for a break between quarters, my trip puts the striking ignorance of my life into stark contrast. My childhood lacked diversity in a supreme sense, and while I do not fault myself for the circumstances of my birth, or feel particularly ashamed at my upbringing, I can't help but feel sheltered. I grew up in a white little suburb called Clifton Park, NY. Situated twenty minutes from Albany and an equal distance from Saratoga, my hometown... Fri, 14 Mar 2008 00:00:00 -0400 http://www.reportermag.com/article/18