I work in a community with a large Muslim population, and in my work I have many Muslim co-workers and student assistants. But their first identity isn't "Muslim," it is co-worker, friend, student. We find our cultural differences to be interesting, and discover ways to share across cultures, usually via food. We look into each others eyes, without fear. We share jokes, show each other family photos, tell stories about our homes. The addage " a few bad apples" comes to mind.