WHEN I woke in Malaysia to the news of the Boston Marathon bombings halfway around the world, I instantly worried about two things.
The first thought was, "I hope Nasser and Sam are safe," (they are friends of mine) and that the number of casualties, if any, was low.
The second was "Please don't let the perpetrator be Muslim."
Fortunately, Nasser was safe, and Sam, who was at the race, escaped injury. Three people died - which was heartbreaking, but it could have been far worse.
Unfortunately, my second wish didn't come true. I wasn't surprised.
Nor was I surprised that the older of the two brothers implicated in the attack, Tamerlan Tsarnaev, was radicalized partly through militant jihadist content on the Internet.
After all, I was a fundamentalist once, influenced by a Salafi teacher during my childhood in my neighborhood mosque in Qatar in the mid-1990s. I am familiar with the power of divisive religious dogmatism to steal one's mind and plant hatred in one's heart toward "the Other."
As a veteran blogger and digital activist, I'm also familiar with the power of the Internet.
Although social media give voice to many thoughtful crowds, it also provides a venue for a hateful few who are bent on stirring up violence and trouble.
The Internet connects us with all kinds of like-minded individuals. For someone discontented, disgruntled and alienated from the surrounding community, the Web becomes a refuge, providing a powerful sense of belonging.
That's more or less what happened to Umar Farouk Abdulmutallab, the 23-year-old Nigerian "underwear bomber" whose explosives luckily failed to detonate on board a U.S. plane in 2009.
This doesn't just happen to Muslims. Anders Behring Breivik, who killed 77 people in Norway in a bomb and shooting attack, was partly inspired, as his manifesto indicated, by the anti-Muslim blogs he frequented.
At one time, I might have been susceptible too.
But by the time I ventured online in 2006 and accidentally discovered the secular Egyptian blogosphere, I had already begun questioning my traditionalist upbringing as I wrestled with the fundamentalist beliefs my former Salafi teacher had taught me.
I also wasn't as discontented. My personal grievances were shifting and became directed at the rigid traditionalists and bearded authoritarians around me who wanted to confine me within narrow mental boundaries.