During my late teens I’d pretty much lost my faith. It’s not that I’d stopped believing in Allah swt, it’s just that certain aspects of Islam were beginning to scare me. How could a religion that was meant to be so full of love and peace, also expect me to hate individuals on the basis of their religious beliefs or sexuality? In the end, I just learnt to block religion out of my head. I went out there and did stuff that I’d never done before, but I never really enjoyed myself because I always felt so lost. My family isn’t particularly religious, so they never knew what was going on in my head. I just ‘pretended’ to them that my faith was as strong as ever.
Anyway, over the last couple of years I’ve worked dead hard at restoring my faith. I so desperately wanted to experience the warmth and love I used to get whilst reading my namaz or when I used to be at the brink of doing something haram, and I used to hold back because of my religious beliefs. I hadn’t had that feeling in years and so I forced myself into opening my eyes and ears and not ignore people when they started talking about religion. Now, slowly (but surely) it is coming back to me. During this Ramzan, I’ve felt closer to Allah SWT than I’ve ever felt before and I’ve loved every minute of it. Thing is though, the aspect of Islam that had once pulled me away from my faith is still niggling at the back of my mind.
I can’t bring myself to spread hate and ill feeling. I’ve always had a very laid back attitude towards life, and I’ve never categorised people on the basis of what they get up to in their spare time, or to whom they pray. I have a lot of gay and Jewish friends who have been there for me when even my family haven’t. So what happens now? Do I disassociate from them completely. Do I start bitching about the Jews and celebrating every time some Muslim blows himself up and kills a whole Jewish family? Do I look away in disgust every time I see a couple of guys kissing? I can’t bring myself to do that.
One of my best mates is a gay Pakistani, whose father happens to be a Molvi. This guy has been through hell over the last few years. He spent his entire childhood and teens trying to ‘straighten’ himself up, and when he finally realised that how he felt was something he’d never be able to change, he came out. To me that was unbelievably brave - it would have been so much easier for him to live a lie. Anyway, this guy is an amazing person. He’s just one of those people who’s always got a smile on his face and he’s always prepared to help others. My sister got to meet this guy a couple of months ago, and was singing his praises until I told her he was gay. She just went totally berserk. The way she sees it, it’s ok for a non-Muslim to be gay as they have no knowledge of Islam, but this guy was born into a Molvi’s family so surely he knew just how haram homosexuality was. And she’s probably right. It’s just that I can’t bring myself to sever my ties with him just because it’s wrong in Islam.
Is it wrong for me to say dua for a Jewish mother who’s just lost her only son to a suicide bomber? Is it wrong for me to wish for peace in the Middle East, not just for Muslims, but also for Jews? Is it wrong for me not to look away in disgust at a gay couple walking hand in hand in the park? There just seems to be so much hatred in the world, and I really don’t want to add to it. If that makes me a bad Muslim, then so be it. If that means that I’m gonna burn in hell fire for an eternity, then so be it. If that means that I’m not even a Muslim, then so be it.