There seems to be a kind of assumption that if you are a "practicing" Muslim then you become a different person from who you were before. For Muslims on a popular level, the impression is that somehow you are transformed from some kind of lascivious, perverted, loose monkey into a saintly, glowing and pure human being. For some reason, now, you can do no wrong as a divinely guided being and if you do it is because you did not follow the heavenly ordination to the letter. For non-Muslims, the transformation is one of horror. You become some kind of brainwashed fanatic who hates women, can't understand science and hates seeing people have a good time. Your life, as they see it, is practically over.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Between these two positions I find myself constantly having to explain myself or overcome assumptions and stereotypes before anybody even asks me why I think of something the way I do or who I am. This can be so tiring, especially in relationships. All I want to do is carry out my five pillars in peace, stop trying to put me in a box with a label on it.