I was criticized for believing so strongly in my beliefs and faith just because I was born a Muslim. Criticized that what I loved and held dear were ideas that had been passed on to me by generations, not some point that I had reached by myself. That the faith of those who had been non-believers and come to the point of believing by some twist in fate (I insist on calling it Allah Mian’s hidayat and blessing on them), was atleast understandable and logical. I was criticized and condemned and looked down upon for my faith.
I just smiled and pretended to listen. And my heart kept on glowing with love for Allah. Cuz in the end, isnt that what faith is all about? Holding on when you are given every reason to let go?