The 21st century is surely a bad omen for Muslims around the world, with the 9/11 accident the bad omen started dancing over their heads. Hate for Muslim community has become widely acceptable in many parts and in many forms. Just because of the criminal activities carried on by certain groups of inhuman people, a common rephrase of hatred has prevailed over the innocent ones.
There is an ideology that trains the innocent people to turn out them to become terrorists. In addition to this, there were very rare incidents when a Muslim protests or questions the another Muslim i.e; the terrorist on the reason behind his activities. This is taken seriously by many people globally.
After noting down the bold statements made by the President Donald Trump during his election campaign, and the attacks on the Americans in Florida and other places, the hatred got its wings and people now started abusing Muslims openly.
From detention centres in the United States to the hijab issues in France, Muslims suffered nothing less than slavery and hatefulness.
Now, here came an answer for the question “Why Can’t Muslims Tell Other Muslims Stop Killing?” that too from an American Muslim Farha, she won the Internet with her sensible answer on her blog.
The story begins when a random user on Tumblr questioned her about the above statement, instead of letting the question go away, which he always did, she deliberately decided to answer this question in a private message.
It’s a breezy summer day and the rustling from the leaves outside sound like whispers from my small apartment. I’m sitting in front of my laptop, silently studying the 1.6 billion faces speaking simultaneously in front of me. It’s Monday, the day of the weekly conference call between all Muslims. We have been required to attend this Skype meeting from the the tender age of fetus, but I had never spoken in one of them before.
That changes today.
“Hey guys, what if…” I start to say.
Nobody hears me, but I refuse to be silent. How could I show my face again on Tumblr if I couldn’t even save my mayonnaise friends from death? How could I expect to earn their respect? Anon was right; why hadn’t I done this before? Thousands of lives had paid the price for my ignorance, but not anymore.
“What if you guys….. stopped killing people.“
Suddenly, silence.
1,643,398,023 pairs of eyes are on me. My heart is in my throat as the ISIS leader gives me a blank expression.
A single tear rolls down my cheek. “Please,” I say with a broken voice.
He is moved.
“Aight”.
This is an imaginary conversation she had with an ISIS terrorist, the story is quite sarcastic but deep. Farha believes that there might be a chance of acknowledging the change in the ISIS if people try to educate them.
Just like someone told her:
“If you educate and TEACH Muslim to not be violent and change their ideology, then crimes would go down.”
After listening to this statement, Farha responded to the user with another imaginary story,
My fingers are almost shaking as I carefully type in the ten digit phone number I have had memorized my entire life. The buttons on my home phone seem to glow a bit more dull, and even the ringing of the phone from the other end seems to be agonized, almost as if the world is telling me to hang up. But I refuse to give up; I can’t let my lily-white friends down. Not again.
The phone rings once. Twice. Three times. Still no answer. Just as I am about to hang up, there is a click.
All I can hear is heavy breathing.
“Hello….” I say quietly, my voice shaking. “Is….. Is this Muslim?”
There was a long silence before I heard a voice answer “ya lol.”
“I was thinking………..” I begin cautiously. “Maybe murder is…………bad.”
“Habibi, I…..I don’t understand. What are you trying to say….?” The voice seems shaken.
“What if…….world peace is good and killing people is…………not good”
He lets out an audible gasp. “Are you saying ISIS is…….bad?”
“Maybe death is…….not good.” I continue. My heart is racing. I remind myself that I am saving thousands of lives, and inhale.
The silence from the other end of the line is almost deafening. He seemed to be thinking, as if he had never considered this idea before in his life. Truly I had opened his heart and his mind. This…. This could end terrorism.
“Muslim….Please.” I whisper.
I hear a tear roll down his cheek, with my Muslim Communication Hearing™, and hold my breath as he finally breathes out his next words.
“Kk.”
After a couple of days of the actual conversation, Farha published her chat on her Tumblr account,
She even told a media source “The reason I shared them again now is because of everything that’s happened recently, with the Trump rhetoric and Quebec mosque shooting, it’s getting more and more socially acceptable to hate Muslims. From the day I started to wear my hijab I’ve had thick skin. Even this morning at the train station when I saw a man just standing by the door doing the nazi salute I was unphased, and when a man in the train started telling me to ‘stop blowing things up and go back to your country’ I just got off the train and took the next one. I’ve gotten that same ‘tell terrorists to stop’ message over and over again.”
She quoted her answer as the best story she has written till date,
still the best thing i've ever written in my entire life probably pic.twitter.com/rrgxL8kEEU
— farha (@shutyourhell) January 31, 2017
