I have been thinking about this for some hours now today and I didn’t want to sleep myself away with all these thoughts in my mind. WordPress, what a great place to be! 🙂
So, I am a Muslim. Although it is not the easiest thing to admit nowadays with all these negative news and views, that is what directs me here, so my main purpose of being here is for the pure fact that I am a Muslim. I try, I try hard to fully embrace the ideology and practice of this religion. Again, it is not the easiest thing to do. But I love the struggle, for the reasons that make it worth it.
This is my perspective of what it feels like to be a Muslim in today’s world. A bit of hardship, a bit of struggle, maybe more than that for others: but mostly loving the struggle. My main stance about the struggle is the stereotypes. I do not know what goes through people’s heads when they see a girl with a scarf on the road. I do not know whether they are looking with love, curiosity or hatred. Of course, when can you know? But then after you watch that reporter announcing that that bomb was blown by a “Muslim”… It is different. And I do think sometimes, maybe I am the one stereotyped. Because that is what happens most of the time. We think we know or have a slight idea of what someone might be thinking about us. If only we knew! But no, we don’t. Maybe I, as a Muslim, am the person judging myself based on that reporter’s words. Maybe that is where it all started.
So how exactly is all this hardship related to loving it? How can you do that- can you even? Well, I guess, yes. Because that is what keeps me going. I am ready to have someone walk on or towards me with a ball of judgements or maybe the opposite. Knowing that anything might happen, anyone can approach me in any way, I know that all I have to do is embrace myself a lot more. We become aware of who we really are when we are put outside of our familiarity zone. And when I see that reporter again and again, I remind myself, again and again, who I really am and who I really am not. And years of reporter-watching has taught me one thing: I am Muslim and I am not a terrorist.
It is not only Muslims, many and many people around the world are discriminated, treated unfairly and even harassed for their identity. And if there is one thing that those hard experiences teach you, is to be open-minded. You gain insight into what someone else who is discriminated might feel even though s/he is discriminated in a different way. You also gain insight into who you really are and who you are not. You find yourself. The society might not want to let you in, but is it better to live in a society for the purpose of only being allowed to be there? But why? You know the answer to that question, if you are told why you can not be allowed into some other place.
And I get right to the point, being yourself is not the easiest thing to do, but loving the struggle makes it worth it. For me that is, being a Muslim is not the easiest thing to do, but loving the struggle makes it worth it.
Lots of love…