It’s an odd fact that at the age of 23, I’ve already spent most of my life coming to the defence of Islam. One morning when I was 7, I remember being mildly annoyed that I couldn’t watch Saturday morning cartoons because of the rolling news coverage on the World Trade Centre. I didn’t know it then, but the world had changed forever. From that moment on, I was Jihadi Fahad; Raghead Ali. Ever since, from the school playground to the campus pub, I’ve had to arm myself with the familiar arguments, excuses, and platitudes. It’s a religion of peace. We’re not all that bad, you see. More than a decade later, I realise we’re not fooling anyone. But with the state of the world as it is – growing hostility towards Muslims, the resurgence of One Nation – you’d think the Muslim community would have come to some sort of realisation that Islam is in the midst of a severe marketing crisis. Nope. Which is disappointing, because a lot of these problems are not …