And? Butterflies are also not flies nor made of butter.
The words “terrorism” and “Islam” aren’t automatically associated in my memory like they are for some people. I think it’s because I had other fairly vivid impressions already associated with Islam from life prior to 9/11.
Interestingly, if you say “Ryder truck,” terrorism is the first thing that comes to my mind.
The architecture I described (which I saw in Malaga in 1999) was the first coherent thign that came into my mind from amidst a vast range of clutter that has accumulated around the concept Islam. I was aware of going for the positive amongst said clutter because this was one of those message board things but in a true word association test I’d probably have said something silly like chick peas. Incidentally there’s a rather fine mosque a mile from where I live and a congregation that meets in a shop just down the road so I dunno why I didn’t think of them.
Minarets.
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+1
You state that as if it’s something that’s unique to Texas. :dubious:
Muhammed.
My Muslim coworkers and their style of dress. Then how different two specific ones are, in observance of their faith.
Bean pies and bow ties.
I know Nation of Islam are not Muslim but that image is the first one I thought of. Now to read the thread and see what everyone else thought.
Turban, sand, hot, Middle East
A generic looking mosque.
First thing: stoning.
Second thing: What I saw in the grocery store a year or so ago: an adorable little girl with bouncy curls, 5 or so, grinning and running in the grocery store wearing a Dora the Explorer tshirt, who looks just like me at that age. Suddenly she’s scooped up by her mother wearing a niqab. My heart sinks, knowing what awaits the little girl.
an arab dude with a beard.
A clitorectomy? Or would that be too stereotypical?
Really? thats what you associate with Islam?
I think of the first person I ever heard speak of Islam at length: Malcolm X.
Wow:smack:
This, more or less.
Also, architectural arabesques.
- The mosque on the corner of my road.
- Walking in a Muslim cemetery in Mostar, already pretty upset by the whole experience (bullet holes in the gravestones, war-damaged buildings all around), then hearing the Call to Prayer haunting out across the almost-silent town. I had to just sit down and breathe.
- Muslim friends and students.
I do think of terrorism, especially as this week we’ve had another bunch of plotters convicted, but it’s by no means the first thing that springs to mind. As others have said, it’s not artistic licence; it’s that I already knew things about Islam before that.
A distinct lack of bacon sarnies.
Oddly, “You say Iss-lam, I say Izlam, but I’ll get to Mecca before ye.” Sung to the tune of You take the high road.
After that, I thought Middle Easterners. It takes me a bit to think of American Muslims.