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Connecting To Judaism During the Eid

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Moshe Holtzberg, the 2-year-old orphan of the rabbi and his wife slain in the Mumbai Jewish center, cries during a memorial service at a synagogue in Mumbai (AP Photo)

As people in the Asian Subcontinent come to grips with the recent terror attacks in Mumbai India that took the lives of 200 people, stories are coming out about how the attacks affected people across a wide range of classes, races and religions.

Worldview Contributor Eboo Patel of the Interfaith Youth Core told us how the attacks affected him personally…


He reminds me of my son.

That was my first thought when I saw the picture of Moshe Holtzberg — 2 years old, dark eyes, full lips — wearing a green shirt, clutching an orange ball and wailing "Dada."

My almost-2-year-old son just learned how to say "Dada." He walks around the house and claps his hands and repeats "Dada" in his own peculiar toddler rhythm. When I leave for work in the morning, he sometimes reaches for me and wails "Dada" with a tinge of sadness in his voice.

But not like Moshe's sadness. His parents are gone to God. They are not coming back. They were ripped from Moshe by terrorists who perversely believed that Islam is a totalitarian faith, a faith defined by destroying diversity. Mumbai, the city they attacked, is defined by its diversity — a masala of cultures that included Moshe's family of Hasidic Jews from Brooklyn.

The Chabad center they led is about a mile from my grandmother's apartment in Mumbai. That is where I learned what it means to be a Muslim.

I traveled to India 10 years ago with my friend Kevin, a Jew. My grandmother treated him like family from the moment he walked in the door. Every morning, she would call for Kevin to come into her room. She would hold his head in her lap and whisper Arabic prayers over him, asking God to keep him safe, to guide him on the straight path, to help him be a mercy upon the world.

When she saw Kevin's books on Judaism, she could hardly contain her excitement. "He is 'Ahl al kitab,' " she would say — meaning he was part of the Abrahamic tradition, a son of the patriarch. My grandmother knew there was a Jewish community in Mumbai and ordered my cousin to track it down so Kevin could have Shabbat dinner. That's when I first learned there were Jews in India.

My grandmother told us a story about the Prophet Muhammad. A funeral caravan passed him one day, and he was told that it carried the body of a Jew. The prophet stood up to show his respect.

I stood up for the funeral of Moshe's parents. When my son says "Dada," I imagine Moshe's voice. When I pray for my son, I pray for Moshe too.

This week, Muslims are celebrating Eid, a commemoration of the story of Abraham and his son, a story shared by both Muslims and Jews. I cannot help but see a version of this story in Moshe's family: a father willing to make the ultimate sacrifice, a son miraculously saved.

In the Abraham story, it is God who performs the miracle, who saves the son.

In Mumbai, it was an Indian nanny who protected Moshe from the terrorists' bullets. Her arms were the mercy of God, shielding the son of Abraham. She embodies the lesson that my grandmother was teaching, the true meaning of all of our faiths:

We have to save each other. It's the only way to save ourselves...

Eboo Patel's commentaries reflect his own views and not necessarily those of Interfaith Youth Core, Worldview or 91.5 WBEZ. His commentaries also appear in his Washington Post blog The Faith Divide.

You can also see the text from this essay on NPR's website.

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