I'm currently a senior in high school and there's a guy that's in most of my classes. His parents are "muslim" but he doesn't pray, fast.. I'm not sure he believes in Allah at all. (A few weeks ago he said "I only believe in what I see" amidst a religious discussion.. I'm not sure if it was to cause problems or if he was telling the truth).
Anyway, a long time ago he and I had a conversation about children, parenting etc. He said that when he grew up, he wanted to be religious.
I was angry (at the time, I wasn't religious at all and I was also kind of hurt and offended). It was so hypocritical. This was a guy who swore incessantly, was very rude to his mother. He had a tattoo and planned to get more. He's known in our grade as a scumbag, daredevil, pornography junkie, "aggro".. His list of vices goes on and on.
A little older and a lot wiser now,
I care for this person as a fellow Muslim, or atleast, a fellow human being.
His father is a great man whom I have heard nothing but good about. His mother is a hijabi, he comes from a pretty strict family altogether. So now, when I'm trying desperately hard not to swear and I have my gaze lowered constantly, I cringe when I can hear him in drama class..
"I'm in love with a stripperrrrrrrrrr..."
I feel so many things when I hear that. Insulted? Disgusted? Angry? Sad? Regretful?
And then, this sentence resounds in my head.
What. A. Waste.
What a waste of the Islamic teachings of our prophet. What a waste of his family name, what a waste of his father's efforts to raise a good son. What a waste of his very Muslim first name.
What a waste of our efforts to teach the West that our brothers aren't perverts, child rapists, sexual deviants or users.
What. A. Waste.