Bare with me as I write about religion (again). I'm sorry guys, when you have the television constantly flagging their brand of Islam, I do tend to stray. You knowlah, Waheeda and Bienda who prefers to cover their aurah but see nothing wrong in singing publicly. Ustazs who are more concerned on girls covering their aurah than them learning about the religion. The likes of Sister in Islam. Trivial stuff, you know?
I've been watching videos of americans, australians and british who had embraced Islam and it struck me as odd when they are embracing Islam in a wholesome manner. In a manner I have yet to experience. Being Malaysian, Malay and Muslim, it pretty hard to be definitive of the ideal Me. The ideal Rakyat. Can I just be a Malaysian Muslim. Can somebody erase Melayu in my passport and IC?
Melayu is a tribe. It's a race. And Islam trascends that, don't you think?
Imagine a simple conversation. The conversation will start with Assalamualaikum; okay, I'm a muslim. It will drift from there on to ideal gossips; okay, I' a malay and the whole context is purely Malaysian. But what if, what if I'm just a Malaysian Muslim. What if? There will be no negative malay notion implication in my presence or even embedded psychological repetition. Melayu mudah lupa. I'm not a Melayu. I'm a Muslim. And muslims learn from their mistakes. Melayu malas. I'm not a Melayu. I'm a Muslim. Islam forbids laziness. Melayu suka gossip. I'm not Melayu. I'm a Muslim. Islam forbids gossiping.
Entahla UMNO, I don't favour your Islam Hadhari or whatever you want to call it. It's so far fetched and it will make my personal obligation more lengthy and complicated. Assalamualaikum, I'm Afiq. I'm a Malay Muslim (Islam Hadhari)Malaysian.