What we don't know about Europe's Muslim kids | Deeyah Khan

Translator: Crawford Hunt Reviewer: Joanna Pietrulewicz

Translator: Lars Hansen Reviewer: Jette Thrane

When I was a child, I knew I had superpowers.

Som barn vidste jeg, at jeg havde superkræfter

That's right.

Det er sandt.

(Laughter)

(Latter)

I thought I was absolutely amazing because I could understand

Jeg mente, jeg var fantastisk, fordi jeg kunne forstå og relatere

and relate to the feelings of brown people,

til følelserne hos brune mennesker,

like my grandfather, a conservative Muslim guy.

såsom min bedstefar, en konservativ muslim.

And also, I could understand my Afghan mother, my Pakistani father,

Jeg kunne også forstå min afghanske mor og pakistanske far,

not so religious but laid-back, fairly liberal.

ikke videre religiøse, men afslappede og ret liberale.

And of course, I could understand

Og selvfølgelig kunne jeg forstå

and relate to the feelings of white people.

og relatere til følelserne hos hvide mennesker.

The white Norwegians of my country.

De hvide nordmænd i mit land.

You know, white, brown, whatever --

I ved, hvide, brune, ligemeget

I loved them all.

Jeg holdt af dem alle.

I understood them all,

Jeg forstod dem alle,

even if they didn't always understand each other;

selv når de ikke altid forstod hinanden;

they were all my people.

de var alle som mig.

My father, though, was always really worried.

Min far var dog altid bekymret.

He kept saying that even with the best education,

Han sagde altid at selv med den bedste uddannelse,

I was not going to get a fair shake.

ville jeg ikke få en fair chance.

I would still face discrimination, according to him.

Jeg ville stadig blive diskrimineret, ifølge ham.

And that the only way to be accepted by white people

Og at den eneste måde at blive accepteret på af hvide,

would be to become famous.

var at blive berømt.

Now, mind you, he had this conversation with me when I was seven years old.

Den samtale tog han med mig, da jeg var syv år gammel.

So while I'm seven years old, he said,

Så til mig på syv, sagde han

"Look, so it's either got to be sports, or it's got to be music."

"Hør, det skal enten være noget med sport eller indenfor musik."

He didn't know anything about sports -- bless him -- so it was music.

Han vidste intet om sport ... så det blev altså musikken.

So when I was seven years old, he gathered all my toys, all my dolls,

Så da jeg var syv, samlede han alt mit legetøj, alle mine dukker sammen

and he threw them all away.

og smed dem ud.

In exchange he gave me a crappy little Casio keyboard and --

I bytte fik jeg et elendigt lille Casio keyboard og ...

(Laughter)

(Latter)

Yeah. And singing lessons.

Jo! Og sangtimer.

And he forced me, basically, to practice for hours and hours every single day.

Og han tvang mig til at øve i timevis hver eneste dag.

Very quickly, he also had me performing for larger and larger audiences,

Ganske hurtigt fik han mig også til at optræde for større og større publikum,

and bizarrely, I became almost a kind of poster child

og mærkeligt nok blev jeg nærmest indbegrebet af

for Norwegian multiculturalism.

norsk multikulturalisme

I felt very proud, of course.

Jeg var naturligvis meget stolt.

Because even the newspapers at this point

For nu var selv aviserne

were starting to write nice things about brown people,

begyndt at skrive pæne ting om brune mennesker,

so I could feel that my superpower was growing.

så jeg følte mine superkræfter vokse.

So when I was 12 years old, walking home from school,

Da jeg var tolv år gammel på vej hjem fra skole,

I took a little detour

tog jeg en lille omvej,

because I wanted to buy my favorite sweets called "salty feet."

fordi jeg ville købe noget af mit favoritslik kaldet "salte fødder."

I know they sound kind of awful,

Jeg ved godt navnet er frastødende,

but I absolutely love them.

men jeg er helt vild med dem.

They're basically these little salty licorice bits in the shape of feet.

De er egentlig bare små fodformede saltlakridser.

And now that I say it out loud, I realize how terrible that sounds,

Og nu jeg siger det højt, indser jeg, hvor forfærdeligt det lyder,

but be that as it may, I absolutely love them.

men sådan er det altså. Jeg elsker dem.

So on my way into the store,

På vej ind i butikken,

there was this grown white guy in the doorway blocking my way.

står der en fuldvoksen hvid fyr i døråbningen og blokerer den.

So I tried to walk around him, and as I did that, he stopped me

Jeg prøver at gå udenom ham og da jeg gør det, stopper han mig

and he was staring at me,

og han stirrer på mig,

and he spit in my face, and he said,

og spytter mig i ansigtet og siger

"Get out of my way

"Flyt dig ...

you little black bitch, you little Paki bitch,

din lille sorte tæve, din lille Paki tæve,

go back home where you came from."

rejs hjem til hvor du kommer fra"

I was absolutely horrified.

Jeg var fuldstændig i chok.

I was staring at him.

Jeg stirrede på ham.

I was too afraid to wipe the spit off my face,

Jeg var for bange til at tørre spyttet af mit ansigt,

even as it was mixing with my tears.

selv da det blandede sig med mine tårer.

I remember looking around, hoping that any minute now,

Jeg husker jeg kiggede rundt og håbede på at der snart

a grown-up is going to come and make this guy stop.

ville komme en voksen og stoppe denne fyr.

But instead, people kept hurrying past me and pretended not to see me.

Men i stedet skyndte folk sig forbi mig og lod som om de ikke så mig.

I was very confused because I was thinking, well,

Jeg var meget forvirret, for jeg tænkte jo

"My white people, come on! Where are they? What's going on?

"Mit hvide folk, kom nu! Hvor er I? Hvad sker der?

How come they're not coming and rescuing me?"

Hvorfor kommer de ikke og redder mig?"

So, needless to say, I didn't buy the sweets.

Behøver jeg sige at jeg ikke købte slikket.

I just ran home as fast as I could.

Jeg løb bare hjem så hurtigt jeg kunne.

Things were still OK, though, I thought.

Livet var stadig OK, tænkte jeg.

As time went on, the more successful I became,

Som tiden gik og jo mere succes jeg fik,

I eventually started also attracting harassment from brown people.

begyndte jeg også at blive chikaneret af brune mennesker.

Some men in my parent's community felt that it was unacceptable

Visse mænd i mine forældres omgangskreds fandt det uacceptabelt

and dishonorable for a woman to be involved in music

og æreskrænkende for en kvinde at være indenfor musikken

and to be so present in the media.

og være så synlig i medierne.

So very quickly, I was starting to become attacked at my own concerts.

Kort tid efter, begyndte jeg også at blive angrebet under mine egne koncerter.

I remember one of the concerts, I was onstage, I lean into the audience

Jeg husker en af koncerterne. Jeg er på scenen og læner mig ud mod publikum,

and the last thing I see is a young brown face,

og det sidste jeg ser er et ungt brunt ansigt,

and the next thing I know is some sort of chemical is thrown in my eyes

og i næste øjeblik får jeg kastet et eller andet kemikalie i øjnene,

and I remember I couldn't really see and my eyes were watering

og jeg husker at jeg nærmest intet kan se og mine øjne løber i vand

but I kept singing anyway.

men jeg fortsætter med at synge.

I was spit in the face in the streets of Oslo, this time by brown men.

Jeg blev spyttet i ansigtet på gaden i Oslo, denne gang af brune mænd.

They even tried to kidnap me at one point.

De forsøgte endda at kidnappe mig en gang.

The death threats were endless.

Jeg fik dødstrusler konstant.

I remember one older bearded guy stopped me in the street one time,

Jeg husker en ældre mand med skæg, der stoppede mig på gaden og sagde

and he said, "The reason I hate you so much

"Årsagen til at jeg hader dig så meget er

is because you make our daughters think

at du får vores døtre til at tro at

they can do whatever they want."

de kan gøre hvad der passer dem"

A younger guy warned me to watch my back.

En yngre fyr advarede mig at jeg skulle passe på.

He said music is un-Islamic and the job of whores,

Han sagde musik brød med islamisk lære og var et job for ludere,

and if you keep this up, you are going to be raped

og at hvis jeg fortsatte, ville jeg blive voldtaget

and your stomach will be cut out so that another whore like you will not be born.

og få min mave skåret op, så jeg ikke kunne føde horeunger som mig.

Again, I was so confused.

Igen var jeg virkelig forvirret.

I couldn't understand what was going on.

Jeg forstod ikke hvad der foregik.

My brown people now starting to treat me like this -- how come?

Mit eget folk var begyndt at behandle mig sådan her - hvorfor dog det?

Instead of bridging the worlds, the two worlds,

I stedet for at bygge bro mellem verdener, mine to verdener,

I felt like I was falling between my two worlds.

følte jeg, at jeg faldt ned mellem dem.

I suppose, for me, spit was kryptonite.

På en måde var spyt mit kryptonit.

So by the time I was 17 years old,

Så da jeg var fyldt 17 år,

the death threats were endless, and the harassment was constant.

var dødstruslerne endeløse og chikanen konstant.

It got so bad, at one point my mother sat me down and said,

Det blev så slemt på et tidspunkt, at min mor sagde til mig

"Look, we can no longer protect you, we can no longer keep you safe,

"Hør, vi kan ikke længere beskytte dig eller garantere din sikkerhed,

so you're going to have to go."

så du må afsted."

So I bought a one-way ticket to London, I packed my suitcase and I left.

Jeg købte en enkeltbillet til London, pakkede min kuffert og rejste.

My biggest heartbreak at that point was that nobody said anything.

Det der gjorde mest ondt på mig dengang, var at ingen sagde noget.

I had a very public exit from Norway.

Det var offentlig kendt at jeg rejste fra Norge.

My brown people, my white people -- nobody said anything.

Mit brune folk, mit hvide folk - ingen sagde noget.

Nobody said, "Hold on, this is wrong.

Ingen sagde "Stop, det her er forkert.

Support this girl, protect this girl, because she is one of us."

Støt denne pige, beskyt denne pige, for hun er en af os."

Nobody said that.

Det var der ingen der sagde.

Instead, I felt like -- you know at the airport,

I stedet følte jeg mig som ... I ved nok ude i lufthavnen

on the baggage carousel you have these different suitcases

på bagagebåndet er der alle disse kufferter,

going around and around,

der kører rundt og rundt,

and there's always that one suitcase left at the end,

og der er altid en efterladt kuffert,

the one that nobody wants, the one that nobody comes to claim.

som ingen vil have, ingen kommer og henter.

I felt like that.

Sådan følte jeg mig.

I'd never felt so alone. I'd never felt so lost.

Jeg havde aldrig følt mig så alene. Aldrig følt mig så fortabt.

So, after coming to London, I did eventually resume my music career.

Så efter min ankomst til London, genoptog jeg min musikkarriere.

Different place, but unfortunately the same old story.

Et nyt sted, men desværre den samme gamle historie.

I remember a message sent to me saying that I was going to be killed

Jeg husker en besked jeg modtog, at jeg ville blive dræbt

and that rivers of blood were going to flow

og at floder af blod ville flyde

and that I was going to be raped many times before I died.

og at jeg ville blive voldtaget mange gange før jeg døde.

By this point, I have to say,

På det tidspunkt

I was actually getting used to messages like this,

var jeg faktisk vant til at få beskeder som den,

but what became different was that now they started threatening my family.

men det var nyt at de også truede min familie.

So once again, I packed my suitcase, I left music and I moved to the US.

Endnu engang pakkede jeg kufferten, forlod musikken og flyttede til USA.

I'd had enough.

Jeg havde fået nok.

I didn't want to have anything to do with this anymore.

Jeg ville ikke have noget med det at gøre mere.

And I was certainly not going to be killed for something

Og jeg ville helt sikkert ikke dø for noget,

that wasn't even my dream -- it was my father's choice.

der ikke engang var min drøm - det var min fars valg.

So I kind of got lost.

Jeg mistede mig selv.

I kind of fell apart.

Jeg gik i stykker indeni.

But I decided that what I wanted to do

Men så besluttede jeg at det jeg ville

is spend the next however many years of my life

var at bruge de næste år, uanset hvor mange, af mit liv

supporting young people

på at støtte unge mennesker

and to try to be there in some small way,

og være der for dem, bare en smule

whatever way that I could.

på alle de måder jeg kunne.

I started volunteering for various organizations

Jeg lavede frivilligt arbejde for mange organisationer,

that were working with young Muslims inside of Europe.

der arbejdede med unge muslimer i Europa.

And, to my surprise, what I found was

Til min store overraskelse, opdagede jeg

so many of these young people were suffering and struggling.

at mange af disse unge mennesker både kæmpede og led.

They were facing so many problems with their families and their communities

De kæmpede med problemer i deres familier og samfundet omkring dem,

who seemed to care more about their honor and their reputation

som tilsyneladende gik mere op i deres ære og omdømme

than the happiness and the lives of their own kids.

end deres egne børns liv og lykke.

I started feeling like maybe I wasn't so alone, maybe I wasn't so weird.

Jeg følte snart at jeg måske ikke var helt alene og måske ikke så anderledes.

Maybe there are more of my people out there.

Måske der var flere af min slags derude.

The thing is, what most people don't understand

Det som de fleste mennesker ikke forstår

is that there are so many of us growing up in Europe

er at så mange af os, der vokser op i Europa,

who are not free to be ourselves.

ikke er frie til at være os selv.

We're not allowed to be who we are.

Vi må ikke være dem vi er.

We are not free to marry

Vi kan ikke gifte os frit

or to be in relationships with people that we choose.

eller være i forhold med dem vi vælger.

We can't even pick our own career.

Vi kan ikke vælge vores karrierer.

This is the norm in the Muslim heartlands of Europe.

Det er normen i de muslimske højborge i Europa.

Even in the freest societies in the world, we're not free.

Selv i verdens mest frie samfund, er vi ikke frie.

Our lives, our dreams, our future does not belong to us,

Vores liv, vores drømme, vores fremtid tilhører ikke os selv,

it belongs to our parents and their community.

de tilhører vores forældre og samfundet omkring dem.

I found endless stories of young people

Jeg fandt utallige historier om unge,

who are lost to all of us,

som er tabt af os alle,

who are invisible to all of us

som er usynlige for os,

but who are suffering, and they are suffering alone.

og som lider - helt alene.

Kids we are losing to forced marriages, to honor-based violence and abuse.

Unge vi mister til tvangsægteskaber, til æresrelateret vold og misbrug.

Eventually, I realized after several years of working with these young people,

Til sidst indså jeg efter mange års arbejde med disse unge mennesker,

that I will not be able to keep running.

at jeg ikke kan blive ved med at flygte.

I can't spend the rest of my life being scared and hiding

Jeg kan ikke bruge resten af mit liv på at være bange og gemme mig

and that I'm actually going to have to do something.

og at jeg er nødt til at gøre noget.

And I also realized that my silence, our silence,

Og jeg indså også at min tavshed, vores tavshed

allows abuse like this to continue.

tillader misbruget at fortsætte.

So I decided that I wanted to put my childhood superpower to some use

Så jeg besluttede mig for at bruge min barndoms superkræfter til noget

by trying to make people on the different sides of these issues understand

ved at prøve at få folk på begge sider af disse udfordringer til at forstå

what it's like to be a young person stuck between your family and your country.

hvordan det er at være et ungt menneske fanget mellem sin familie og sit land.

So I started making films, and I started telling these stories.

Så jeg begyndte at lave film og fortælle disse historier.

And I also wanted people to understand the deadly consequences of us

Og jeg ønskede også at folk skulle forstå de fatale konsekvenser

not taking these problems seriously.

ved ikke at tage problemerne alvorligt.

So the first film I made was about Banaz.

Min første film handlede om Banaz.

She was a 17-year-old Kurdish girl in London.

Hun var en kurdisk pige på 17 år, der boede i London

She was obedient, she did whatever her parents wanted.

Hun var lydig, hun gjorde alt hvad hendes forældre bad om.

She tried to do everything right.

Hun forsøgte at gøre alting rigtigt.

She married some guy that her parents chose for her,

Hun giftede sig med den mand hendes forældre havde valgt

even though he beat and raped her constantly.

selvom han slog og voldtog hende konstant.

And when she tried to go to her family for help, they said,

Og da hun søgte hjælp hos sin familie, sagde de

"Well, you got to go back and be a better wife."

"Gå tilbage og vær en bedre hustru."

Because they didn't want a divorced daughter on their hands

For de ville ikke have en fraskilt datter i familien,

because, of course, that would bring dishonor on the family.

fordi, selvfølgelig, det ville kaste skam over familien.

She was beaten so badly her ears would bleed,

Hun blev tævet til hendes ører blødte,

and when she finally left and she found a young man that she chose

og da hun endelig gik fra ham og fandt en ung mand efter eget valg

and she fell in love with,

og blev forelsket i ham,

the community and the family found out

fandt samfundet og familien ud af det

and she disappeared.

og hun forsvandt.

She was found three months later.

Hun blev fundet 3 måneder senere.

She'd been stuffed into a suitcase and buried underneath the house.

Hun var mast ned i en kuffert og begravet under huset.

She had been strangled, she had been beaten to death

Hun var blevet kvalt og tævet til døde

by three men, three cousins, on the orders of her father and uncle.

af tre mænd, hendes tre fætre, efter ordre fra faren og onklen.

The added tragedy of Banaz's story

Hendes historie bliver kun mere tragisk af

is that she had gone to the police in England five times asking for help,

at hun havde været hos det engelske politi 5 gange for at bede om hjælp,

telling them that she was going to be killed by her family.

hvor hun fortalte dem at hendes familie ville slå hende ihjel.

The police didn't believe her so they didn't do anything.

Politiet troede ikke på hende, så de gjorde ingenting.

And the problem with this

Og problemet ved det

is that not only are so many of our kids facing these problems

er at ikke bare har mange af vores unge de samme problemer

within their families and within their families' communities,

med deres familier og deres familiers omgangskreds,

but they're also meeting misunderstandings

men de møder også misforståelser

and apathy in the countries that they grow up in.

og ligegyldighed i de lande, de vokser op i.

When their own families betray them, they look to the rest of us,

Når deres egne familier svigter dem, så vender de sig mod os andre

and when we don't understand,

og når vi ikke forstår dem,

we lose them.

så mister vi dem.

So while I was making this film, several people said to me,

Mens jeg lavede denne film, var der mange der sagde til mig

"Well, Deeyah, you know, this is just their culture,

"Jamen, Deeyah, du ved jo at sådan er deres kultur,

this is just what those people do to their kids

det er bare sådan de behandler deres børn

and we can't really interfere."

og vi bør ikke blande os."

I can assure you being murdered is not my culture.

Jeg kan love jer at mord ikke er en del af min kultur.

You know?

Forstår I?

And surely people who look like me,

Selvfølgelig skal folk som mig,

young women who come from backgrounds like me,

unge kvinder med samme baggrund som jeg,

should be subject to the same rights, the same protections

have de samme rettigheder og den samme beskyttelse

as anybody else in our country, why not?

som alle andre i vores land - hvad ellers?

So, for my next film, I wanted to try and understand

Så i min næste film ville jeg prøve at forstå

why some of our young Muslim kids in Europe

hvorfor nogle af vores unge muslimer i Europa

are drawn to extremism and violence.

bliver tiltrukket af ekstremisme og vold.

But with that topic,

Og med valget af det emne

I also recognized that I was going to have to face my worst fear:

indså jeg, at jeg selv var nødt til at se min værste frygt i øjnene:

the brown men with beards.

de brune mænd med skæg.

The same men, or similar men,

De samme mænd eller mænd som dem,

to the ones that have hounded me for most of my life.

der havde forfulgt mig det meste af mit liv.

Men that I've been afraid of most of my life.

Mænd jeg havde været bange for det meste af mit liv.

Men that I've also deeply disliked,

Mænd, jeg havde næret et dybt had til

for many, many years.

i mange, mange år.

So I spent the next two years interviewing convicted terrorists,

Så jeg brugte de næste to år på at interviewe dømte terrorister,

jihadis and former extremists.

jihadister og tidligere ekstremister.

What I already knew, what was very obvious already,

Hvad jeg allerede vidste og tidligt stod klart

was that religion, politics, Europe's colonial baggage,

var at religion, politik, Europas fortid som kolonimagt

also Western foreign policy failures of recent years,

og Vestens udenrigspolitiske fejltrin i nyere tid,

were all a part of the picture.

alle var en del af billedet.

But what I was more interested in finding out was what are the human,

Men jeg var mere interesseret i at finde ud af hvad de menneskelige,

what are the personal reasons

hvad de personlige årsager var

why some of our young people are susceptible to groups like this.

til at nogle af vores unge mennesker var modtagelige overfor grupper som disse.

And what really surprised me was that I found wounded human beings.

Og hvad der virkeligt overraskede mig, var at jeg fandt sårede mennesker.

Instead of the monsters that I was looking for,

I stedet for de monstre jeg var på udkig efter,

that I was hoping to find --

som jeg håbede at finde -

quite frankly because it would have been very satisfying --

for, ærligt talt, ville det være meget tilfredsstillende -

I found broken people.

fandt jeg nedbrudte mennesker.

Just like Banaz,

Ligesom Banaz,

I found that these young men were torn apart

var disse unge mænd dybt splittede

from trying to bridge the gaps

i forsøget på at bygge bro

between their families and the countries that they were born in.

mellem deres familier og de lande, som de var født i.

And what I also learned is that extremist groups, terrorist groups

Og jeg lærte også at ekstremistgrupper, terroristgrupper

are taking advantage of these feelings of our young people

udnytter disse følelser hos vores unge til deres fordel

and channeling that -- cynically -- channeling that toward violence.

og styrer dem - kyniskt - styrer dem mod vold.

"Come to us," they say.

"Kom til os", siger de.

"Reject both sides, your family and your country

"Afvis begge sider, din familie og dit land,

because they reject you.

for de afviser dig.

For your family, their honor is more important than you

For din familie, er deres ære vigtigere end dig

and for your country,

og for dit land,

a real Norwegian, Brit or a French person will always be white and never you."

vil en ægte nordmand, englænder eller franskmand altid være hvid og ikke dig."

They're also promising our young people the things that they crave:

De lover også vores unge de ting de higer efter:

significance, heroism, a sense of belonging and purpose,

at betyde noget, heltemod, tilhørsforhold og mening,

a community that loves and accepts them.

et fællesskab der elsker og accepterer dem.

They make the powerless feel powerful.

De får de magtesløse til at føle sig magtfulde.

The invisible and the silent are finally seen and heard.

De usynlige og de stumme bliver pludselig set og hørt.

This is what they're doing for our young people.

Det er hvad de gør for vores unge.

Why are these groups doing this for our young people and not us?

Hvorfor er det disse grupper, der gør det og ikke os?

The thing is,

Sagen er,

I'm not trying to justify

jeg prøver ikke at retfærdiggøre

or excuse any of the violence.

eller undskylde for volden.

What I am trying to say is that we have to understand

Jeg prøver blot at sige at vi må forstå

why some of our young people are attracted to this.

hvorfor nogle af vores unge bliver tiltrukket af dette.

I would like to also show you, actually --

Jeg vil også gerne vise jer

these are childhood photos of some of the guys in the film.

disse barndomsbilleder af nogle af mændene i filmen.

What really struck me is that so many of them --

Hvad der virkelig slog mig, var at så mange af dem -

I never would have thought this --

det ville jeg aldrig have troet -

but so many of them have absent or abusive fathers.

at så mange af dem havde fædre, der var fraværende eller voldelige.

And several of these young guys

Og adskillige af disse unge mænd

ended up finding caring and compassionate father figures

fandt omsorgsfulde og medfølende faderfigurer

within these extremist groups.

i disse ekstremistgrupper.

I also found men brutalized by racist violence,

Jeg fandt også mænd, ofre for racerelateret vold,

but who found a way to stop feeling like victims

som brød ud af offerrollen

by becoming violent themselves.

ved selv at blive voldelige.

In fact, I found something, to my horror, that I recognized.

Til min store skræk fandt jeg faktisk noget jeg genkendte.

I found the same feelings that I felt as a 17-year-old as I fled from Norway.

Jeg fandt de samme følelser som jeg følte som 17-årig, da jeg flygtede fra Norge.

The same confusion, the same sorrow,

Den samme forvirring, den samme sorg,

the same feeling of being betrayed

den samme følelse af svigt

and not belonging to anyone.

og ikke at tilhøre nogen.

The same feeling of being lost and torn between cultures.

Den samme følelse af at være fortabt og splittet mellem kulturer.

Having said that, I did not choose destruction,

Når det så er sagt, så valgte jeg ikke destruktionen.

I chose to pick up a camera instead of a gun.

Jeg valgte kameraet fremfor våben.

And the reason I did that is because of my superpower.

Og årsagen til at jeg gjorde det, var mine superkræfter.

I could see that understanding is the answer, instead of violence.

Jeg kunne se at forståelse fremfor vold er svaret.

Seeing human beings

At se mennesker

with all their virtues and all their flaws

med alle deres dyder og fejl

instead of continuing the caricatures:

fremfor at holde fast i karikaturerne:

the us and them, the villains and victims.

os og dem, forbryderne og ofrene.

I'd also finally come to terms with the fact

Jeg accepterede også til sidst det faktum

that my two cultures didn't have to be on a collision course

at mine to kulturer ikke behøvede at være på kollisionkurs,

but instead became a space where I found my own voice.

men i stedet blev et rum hvor jeg fandt min egen stemme.

I stopped feeling like I had to pick a side,

Jeg holdt op med at føle at jeg skulle vælge side,

but this took me many, many years.

men det tog mig mange, mange år.

There are so many of our young people today

Der er så mange af vores unge i dag

who are struggling with these same issues,

der kæmper med de selvsamme udfordringer,

and they're struggling with this alone.

og de kæmper med dem helt alene.

And this leaves them open like wounds.

Og det efterlader dem åbne som sår.

And for some, the worldview of radical Islam

Og for nogle bliver radikal islams verdenssyn

becomes the infection that festers in these open wounds.

en infektion, der gnaver i disse åbne sår.

There's an African proverb that says,

Der er et afrikansk ordsprog, som lyder:

"If the young are not initiated into the village,

"Hvis de unge ikke bliver en del af landsbyen,

they will burn it down just to feel its warmth."

så vil de brænde den ned blot for at føle dens varme."

I would like to ask --

Jeg vil gerne spørge

to Muslim parents and Muslim communities,

muslimske forældre og fællesskaber,

will you love and care for your children

vil I tage jer af jeres børn og elske dem

without forcing them to meet your expectations?

uden at tvinge dem til opfylde jeres forventninger?

Can you choose them instead of your honor?

Kan I vælge børnene fremfor egen ære?

Can you understand why they're so angry and alienated

Kan I forstå hvorfor de føler sig vrede og fremmedgjorte

when you put your honor before their happiness?

når I sætter egen ære højere end deres lykke?

Can you try to be a friend to your child

Kan I prøve at være jeres børns ven,

so that they can trust you

så de kan stole på jer

and want to share with you their experiences,

og har lyst til at dele deres oplevelser med jer

rather than having to seek it somewhere else?

fremfor at opsøge andre.

And to our young people tempted by extremism,

Og til vores unge mennesker, der fristes af ekstremisme,

can you acknowledge that your rage is fueled by pain?

anerkender I, at jeres vrede bunder i smerte?

Will you find the strength to resist those cynical old men

Vil I finde styrken til at modstå disse kyniske gamle mænd,

who want to use your blood for their own profits?

der vil udgyde jeres blod for egen vindings skyld?

Can you find a way to live?

Kan I finde en måde at leve på?

Can you see that the sweetest revenge

Kan I se at den bedste hævn

is for you to live a happy, full and free life?

er at leve et glad, rigt og frit liv?

A life defined by you and nobody else.

Et liv bestemt af jer og ingen andre.

Why do you want to become just another dead Muslim kid?

Hvorfor blive det næste muslimske barn, der dør?

And for the rest of us, when will we start listening to our young people?

Og til resten af os, hvornår vil vi begynde at lytte til vores unge?

How can we support them

Hvordan kan vi hjælpe dem

in redirecting their pain into something more constructive?

med at vende deres smerte mod noget konstruktivt?

They think we don't like them.

De tror, vi ikke kan lide dem.

They think we don't care what happens to them.

De tror, vi er ligeglade med deres skæbner.

They think we don't accept them.

De tror, vi ikke accepterer dem.

Can we find a way to make them feel differently?

Kan vi finde en måde at få dem til at føle noget andet?

What will it take for us to see them and notice them

Hvad vil det kræve af os at se dem og bemærke dem

before they become either the victims or the perpetrators of violence?

før de enten bliver ofre for vold eller dem, der udfører det?

Can we make ourselves care about them and consider them to be our own?

Kan vi få os selv til at bekymre os om dem og se dem som vores egne?

And not just be outraged when the victims of violence look like ourselves?

Og ikke blot være oprørte når ofre for vold ligner os?

Can we find a way to reject hatred and heal the divisions between us?

Kan vi finde en måde at modstå had og fjerne opdelingerne iblandt os?

The thing is we cannot afford to give up on each other or on our kids,

Det nytter ikke at opgive hinanden og vores børn,

even if they've given up on us.

selv ikke hvis de har opgivet os.

We are all in this together.

Vi er alle i samme båd.

And in the long term, revenge and violence will not work against extremists.

Og på lang sigt vil vold og hævn ikke fungere mod ekstremister.

Terrorists want us to huddle in our houses in fear,

Terrorister vil have os til at krybe i skjul i vores huse af frygt

closing our doors and our hearts.

og lukke vores døre og vores hjerter.

They want us to tear open more wounds in our societies

De vil have os til at rive flere åbne sår op i vores samfund,

so that they can use them to spread their infection more widely.

så de kan bruge dem til at sprede deres smitte.

They want us to become like them:

De vil have at vi skal blive som dem:

intolerant, hateful and cruel.

intolerante, hadefulde og onde.

The day after the Paris attacks,

Dagen efter angrebene i Paris,

a friend of mine sent this photo of her daughter.

sendte en af mine venner dette foto af hendes datter.

This is a white girl and an Arab girl.

Det er en hvid pige og en arabisk pige.

They're best friends.

De er de bedste venner.

This image is the kryptonite for extremists.

Sådanne billeder er kryptonit for ekstremister.

These two little girls with their superpowers

Disse to små piger med deres superkræfter

are showing the way forward

viser vejen frem

towards a society that we need to build together,

mod det samfund vi skal bygge sammen,

a society that includes and supports,

et samfund der inkluderer og støtter,

rather than rejects our kids.

fremfor at afvise vores børn.

Thank you for listening.

Tak for at I lyttede.

(Applause)

(Bifald)