After 9/11, a big question I got a lot was, “why are you still a Muslim?” This was often followed by distaste, horror, or anger with my decision to remain in a religion that, until now, hadn’t received much screen time. (Still really hasn’t, considering we don’t have holiday movies, or music, or décor. Wait, sorry, Homeland and NCIS depict it. Yes, but it’s never a good thing if someone is a Muslim on those shows.) My religion for many, now, equates to American lives lost, and atrocities committed.
Apparently, it is still a question today, though, “why are you still a Muslim?”.
But you know what’s funny? I now actually want to answer it.
Because I do, truly, see God everywhere, and I seek guidance in all that I do.
My religion teaches patience and understanding.
Islam taught me what a feminist marriage looks like.
One act or belief does not exclusively make me a Muslim, and another make me less of one.
Please, the next time you assume something about what I believe, ask me about the way I believe.