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“Die Grenze verläuft nicht nach Religionszugehörigkeit, sie trennt vielmehr Extremisten und friedliebende Menschen. Deshalb bin ich optimistisch: Es wird nun ein humanistischer Islam wachgerüttelt. Der moderate Islam muss endlich aus der Deckung treten und erklären, wie mit den gewaltverherrlichenden Stellen im Koran umzugehen ist. Die Verdrängung, das habe nichts mit unserem Glauben zu tun, funktioniert nicht länger. Wir müssen uns dieser Herausforderung stellen.”

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