The Stranger


She had a smile that could melt
the hardest of hearts,
and a heart that knew no hatred, no discrimination,
or what it was like to be cold and distant,
instead acceptance and friendship was what she stood for.

But she was nothing like them,

she didn’t own any shorts or crop-tops
or skinny-jeans
didn’t listen to music or follow celebrity gossip,
she didn’t talk to boys regardless
of what they thought of her
regardless of what anyone thought
she believed people’s opinions were just that: opinions
and irrelevant when it came to her faith
and pleasing her Lord
a lil friendship wouldn’t hurt though she thought.

It was her love of people,
of the stories they carried in their hearts,
their unique philosophies of life,
their thoughts, their beliefs
and the overall fascinating strangeness surrounding them
that intrigued her and somehow
made her feel connected.
as if she was one of them.

But she was nothing like them.

The girl on the football team
strong and beautiful
the girl who’s voice was a nightingale’s,
the girl who looked like a model straight
out of Vogue, glamorous and confident
the poetess, her words the sweetest candy
the ballet girl, the cheerleader,
the quiet, the loud, the blonde, the brunette
and every other girl she met,
she wanted to be friends with them all
she just didn’t know otherwise,
couldn’t think otherwise,
but they seemed to think otherwise
she was told to go away
she was the piece that didn’t fit
an outcast, an outsider,
just a stranger.

She was nothing like them.

Except if she tried to fit in
they’d think about letting her in
was what they made clear from the very beginning,
They were too confident, too proud
of having set standards too high,
anticipated witnessing her struggle
to reach them,
do things to please them,
But they couldn’t have been more wrong.

Her luminous eyes that once held friendly warmth,
mirrored the hurt that she felt inside
mixed with disappointment, and sadness
that she had not known before.
but also a strange kind of hope,
hope that seemed too unreal,
too impossible,
but strangely strong and undying,
She refused to give in.

cause she was nothing like them.
a stranger,
she was of the ghurabaa.

***

As Salamualaikum wa rahmatullaahi wa barakaatuhu everyone!

I know I know it’s been a really long time… but can we just skip all the formalities and get straight to the important stuff? Because that’s just so much more convenient than having to give any sort of explanation for anything…which is just going to be awkward anyway.  I’m not taking no for an answer.

So I cut this poem short, hence the abrupt ending. I cut it short because I’m going to explain it in a bit more in detail here…

I’m not sure how many of you could relate to this poem, but the primary reason I chose to write about this issue was that I was thinking about how children, especially teenagers (sometimes even adults, but that’s a different story altogether) feel pressured to “fit in” with a certain crowd. When I think back to my days at school, I was no different, I remember having to struggle to just find my place. Not because I was some kind of a sociopath or loner, quite the opposite actually. I could strike up a conversation with just anyone and not end up embarrassing myself in the process, as a matter of fact, but that was up until I wasn’t aware of my religious values, didn’t know right from wrong, or the directions to my house (I still get them mixed up, just kidding).

If there was one thing I could tell my thirteen-year-old self it would be this: just be you. Screw people, screw standards and screw popularity. It’s really disturbing to see kids (I mean teenagers but I’m still going to refer to them as kids, I’m annoying like that deal with it 😄) trying so hard to prove themselves. I’m not saying that’s wrong, if you want to prove yourself go ahead, show the world what you’re capable of, there is no age limit for that, but what I’m saying is direct the energy and determination on the right things. Especially as Muslims it is important to realize that there can be nothing and I mean nothing more beautiful or appealing than the religion of Islam, our values and our obligations. You need to understand that there is so much more to life than “fitting in” with the “cool kids”. I mean, really?

As cliché as it sounds, it’s the responsibility of parents to inculcate religious values in their children from a young age. They need to be educated about right and wrong, sin and temptation and about the virtues of having good character and doing the right thing. At all times. No matter what.

It was narrated from Abu Hurairah that the Messenger of Allah (ﷺ) said:

“Islam began as something strange and will go back to being strange,

    so glad tidings to the strangers

.

(Sunan Ibn Majah Book 36, Hadith 61)

“It was said: ‘Who are they, O Messenger of Allaah?’ He said: ‘

    Those who rectify (themselves/others) when the people have become corrupt.’

(Jami’ at-Tirmidhi Book 40, Hadith 25)

There’s a lot more to be said on this topic, but we’ll save that for another day.

May Allah سبحانه و تعالى keep us steadfast on the Deen and make the path of righteousness easy for us. Ameen.

Remember me in your duas. ❤

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12 thoughts on “The Stranger

  1. Assalamualaykum wa rahmatullahi wa barakaatuhu sis!!
    Absolutely love this poem and the explanation as well. Adults face peer pressure, too. I think this poem applies to every Muslim who is trying to stick firmly to Islamic principles, no matter what age they are and in what stage of life.
    Keep up the good work and mau Allah ta’ala bless u in your endeavours. Ameen❤😊

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    1. Wa alaikumus salaam wa rahmatullaahi wa barakaatuhu ukhtiii!! I’m so glad you liked it!
      And what you said is so true, being different and standing out from the crowd is no doubt challenging, regardless of age, status or experience. And that’s why we’re command in the Qur’an “And hold firmly to the rope of Allah, all together and do not become divided…” (3:103) 
      I feel it is important for each one of us to keep encouraging each other in goodness and try as much as possible to be in the company of righteous Muslims who constantly remind us of Allah عَزَّ و جل.
      Jazak Allahu khairan for the lovely comment and Ameen to your dua! May Allah سبحانه و تعالى bless you with all the good things that you wish for and more. Ameen! ❤😊

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