The first time I bumped into a Muslim girl I knew after I left was a terrible experience.
I had severely injured myself and was waiting at the doctor’s clinic when I recognized the name of one of the patients called. It didn’t bother me too much however just as she was leaving my doctor called my name and she just stopped and stared at me. I hobbled my way into my doctor’s office and spent about 15 minutes hoping that she would have left by the time I was done.
I was wrong.
As I was walking out she called after me. I tried to ignore her which just infuriated her. She grabbed my arm and said, “I know it’s you stop ignoring me”. I was cornered and she just went off at me.
“How can you do this?”
“What’s wrong with you?”
“You’ve destroyed your family.”
“How can you live with yourself?”
“Don’t you feel ashamed?”
I begged her to leave me alone. But she wouldn’t stop and I couldn’t get help because of where she had cornered me.
She demanded that I give her my number and address, that I should go with her to the masjid. I just kept saying No NO NO.
I told her that I wasn’t going to give her any information because I don’t trust nor like her.. Man oh man that set her off.
“Look how living like a kafir has changed you!”
“Your heart has become very dark.”
“Jahanam is calling for your soul.”
Finally, I snapped at her and told her to have some fucking decency, that I honestly do not give a fuck about what she has to say and if she would be kind enough to just fuck off.
And she did leave all huffing and puffing.
Throughout this entire ordeal, I was standing there on crutches with partially ruptured muscle in my leg, holding back tears because of the amount of pain I was in. This girl had absolutely no care as she believed she was justified in abusing me for my life choices.