Dear world, today I realized that I follow a religion called Islam. It says to be kind to everyone; to smile to whomever passes you. Islam says that I must always be respectful, good, caring, loving, and treat everyone the same. Islam says to love God, Allah, because He loves us, every one of us and that He cares so much about us, wants us to be good, to be the best we can be. I like Islam, because Islam is something that’s kind and that loves, people love as well, this amount of love must be a beautiful thing. I like Islam, because I feel warm and safe when I think about it. I like Islam, because Islam wants everyone to live together in harmony, even if those people don’t follow Islam as well.
Dear world, today I realized that Islam has many prophets, and that they suffered to get their message across to their people. Tell me, dear world, why were people so opposed to a religion that is kindness? Why did my prophets go through so much pain to tell people to love God, and to love each other? I love Islam, because if my prophets went through this much to get the idea to so many people around the world, which means Islam is more beautiful than I thought it was. I love Islam, because it brought parts of the world together. I love Islam, because I learn through it how to be the better person.
Dear world, today I realized that not everyone loves Islam like I love it. I heard someone call me a word I would always hear in the T.V. Dear world, why is the same word used to describe me? Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt someone? Why, dear world, am I crying in the bathroom by myself when my friend called me a terrorist?
Dear world, today I realized that many people actually hate what I love. The T.V. said that there was an attack and so many people died, and that Islam is to blame. Dear world, why is Islam to blame? I remember my Islamic teacher telling me that Muslims should never fight someone else if there is no reason to fight, and that if we do fight, we must never harm an old man or woman, never harm a woman, never harm a child, never destroy plantations, never destroy any holy ground, never kill anyone who has run away, and never force our religion on them… Then why is ‘terrorism’ now with ‘Islam’?
Dear world, today I realized my closest friends hate me. They called me a terrorist, and told me to go back to my own country to die. Why? Why are they calling me that dear world? Am I like the horrible people who kill others? Why do they call my peaceful religion a hateful one? Why am I being pushed and shoved around dear world… what have I done dear world…
Dear world, today I realized that there are so many people who use my religion as an excuse to murder others. That is not what we are dear world, why won’t you hear me dear world?! Why do you not listen to my cries of denial? Why are you all against me…?
Dear world, today I realized that wearing my clothes makes me a target. The hijab is now identification for terror to so many people, when it was meant for something completely other than that. Dear world, why were we attacked on the street and pushed around, being called horrible things when we did nothing to anyone?
Dear world, today I realized you denied calling the murders of Muslims a hate crime. You won’t admit that people killing us is something wrong, you’re, letting it happen to us dear world. Aren’t we human like you? Dear world, why do we have to die?
Dear world, today I realized you identified us as terrorists. You hate us dear world, you want us dead dear world, you want to get rid of us…
Dear world… today I realized that no matter what we do, you won’t take back how you identified us… Dear world… I am not a terrorist… I love like you love, I laugh like you laugh… dear world… why did you make me too scared to say I love Islam…
Dear world, today I realized that life is hard and tough, and that you will never forgive what a few people that claim to be Muslim did to you. Today I realized that no matter what, we will always be something you’ll hate.
Dear world… today I didn’t realize anything… because someone heard that I was Muslim, and decided to kill me. No national coverage happened, like what you’d always do if it were a Muslim who killed someone. No one chanted my name wanting justice. My family cried silently, my life went away so suddenly… No one cares how I died, because you decided that I am a Muslim who is also a terrorist. You decided that I am as bad as the extremist, you taught the generations after me to hate Islam, to hate me… but I loved you dear world. I always loved you. I was a part of you, something as beautiful as every single person in it, but you decided I was not to continue living dear world…
Dear world… we are not terrorists.
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