Strangest of the strange

Mashallah. To know that I never strived to be the strangest of the strange. To feel weird and not up to date when people ask do I go for party since I'm oversea and the answer is no. To feel uncomfortable when asked *don't you celebrate halloween? It's harmless* and I say no. To feel like a sore thumb when I'm the only hijabi alone travelling from Dublin to Malaysia during last summer, and easily pointed as one of the strange.

Islam comes as a strange thing, and will end up being strange again. Glad tidings to the strangers.

I never felt different when I'm back in Malaysia, at least not physically. My dressings are normal, yet here, I could see when you wear hijab, it's a bold statement that you are a muslim, in a non-muslim world. And you become different.

And to seek dignify from Allah's creation is absolute waste. He is the One who own dignity, and He'll give it to whomever He wants.

Being a stranger, Allah will give dignity. It's the essence of principle. When everything goes against you, when the world ridicules and marked us as weird for following Islam as righteous as possible, we do not change. We remain strong, and still kept on going, smiling and laughing, enjoying the life as it is. Though we are seen as terrorist or fundamentalist, or whatever negative words they used toward us, we remain a Muslim through and through. And that's when the dignity come. When people starts to wonder, what is it that makes this strangers so content with their life? and their religion?

Be different. It's a trend. And purify our intention to seek Allah's pleasure, not His creation.