In the wake of a presidency that feels incomprehensible, I find myself shattered and fearful—not only for my own safety but for millions of others. My heart aches for the world.
I am an American Muslim.
As someone who has embraced Islam as my faith, I have always felt a deep sense of belonging. However, the daily reality of persecution is now my companion, and I am acutely aware that many others are anxiously waiting to reunite with their families from the seven countries currently barred from entering our esteemed nation.
I was raised in a Christian household, attending church every Sunday with my father. The guiding principle of “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you” was instilled in me, and while my father was not overly religious, he emphasized the significance of faith in God.
Throughout my life, I have forged friendships with individuals of various beliefs, including those who do not believe in a higher power. I never once considered how their beliefs might influence our interactions; I treated them as fellow human beings.
What many fail to recognize is that the harassment permeating our society isn’t limited to those of a particular faith. It affects anyone who believes in the fundamental right to worship freely.
Perhaps I was overly optimistic to think that my friends and family would not judge me when they saw my first photo wearing a hijab. One day, while shopping, my phone emitted the Adhan, or call to prayer. Frantically, I searched for my phone, which was buried in my pocket, as “Allahu Akbar” echoed repeatedly. I cringed, knowing that many associate that phrase with terrorism, and I rushed to silence it.
A woman behind me snickered and made a derogatory remark to her companion. As I stood there, bracing myself for what was to come, she taunted, “Isn’t that your cue to get on the ground to pray to your God?” I was stunned. Time seemed to freeze as others around her shifted awkwardly, yet none spoke up. I paid for my items while she smirked, seemingly pleased with herself. I noticed her crucifix keychain dangling from her hand.
My God is the same God I have worshipped since childhood. Why does she believe that because I call Him “Allah,” I am praying to a different deity? All names refer to the same divine presence.
Just a day before the election, my ex-husband attempted to harm me due to his political beliefs, shouting, “If Trump doesn’t protect you, then I will!” Friends have told me that I haven’t been a minority long enough to be affected by the current climate. Family members have blamed me for the hostility, insisting that I brought this on myself.
Recently, while cleaning my hotel room, a housekeeper spotted my Quran and laughed, asking mockingly, “You’re not making bombs in here, are you?” She didn’t even glance my way. This has become a disheartening norm.
I often feel anger towards my fellow Americans who have grown comfortable with stereotyping those who are different. It is vital that we remember these intolerant moments, as they illustrate the ignorance and fear that permeate our society.
Nonetheless, I cannot forget those who have extended their support and kindness to me, nor will I forget the friends who have defended me time and again. To my fellow Muslim brothers and sisters, I say this: Despite the fear we face daily, especially as we witness families being torn apart and individuals detained, we must not lose hope. For every critic, there are countless who wish to show us love. Let us hold steadfast to the true essence of Islam—peace, compassion, and hope. We must remember the Quran’s teachings and never turn our backs on those in need. This commitment is what drew me to Islam, and I vow to uphold it.
As I conclude this reflection, the Adhan calls me to prayer. I will respond to that call for the rest of my life, refusing to let fear or shame dictate my existence. Insha’Allah.
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In summary, I am a proud American Muslim, steadfast in my beliefs and determined not to be silenced by hate. I refuse to let fear dictate my life; instead, I will continue to embrace love, hope, and the teachings of Islam.