Please Don’t Hate (Me)

I was looking at my FB news feed. There are moments that I do take the time to read the more religious posts on there; like today I read about certain manner we as Muslims should carry ourselves and how to differentiate us from ‘Yahudi’ (Jewish people), just to see what they have to say.

The story itself was a non-story but I was more shocked by the person/group it was shared by – Kami Rakyat Malaysia Benci Israel, which is translated to We are Malaysian Citizens who Hates Israel.

Again… why all this hate in fellow Muslims? Could you not just state the teachings of Prophet Mohammed (pbuh) without preaching hate? There should not be room for hate in your heart.

Hate anyone Jewish, hate the Christians, hate the West, hate homosexuals, hate those who question, hate, hate, hate…

Hate me then… I’m a Muslim, who has friends who are Jewish, married to a non-practising Christian, whose one of my good friends is a homosexual and I live in the West with lots of questions as I would like to learn… I must be the epitome of evilness and should be hated.

Hate is such a strong word. Do you really hate? Hate will just eat you up and in the end because of the hate, you become bitter and live in regret for putting so much energy into ‘hate’. Believe me I know. I live in anger all the time but no longer do I hate but because of hate, I feel disappointed in myself… and that is not the way to live.

Don’t get me wrong. Of course the plight of the Palestinians saddens me, but to hate a whole nation when there are Israelites who open up shelters and aids for the Palestinians; fight their corner when we Malaysians do nothing but preach hate for a whole nation that we don’t even understand. Obviously, you think that makes us better.

If you want to help, just go and help. And if you do hate, it is not something to publicize about. It just makes some of us… at least me, pity you and in my books, to be pitied is worst than being hated.

Plus, the use of the words ‘We Malaysians’ is just wrong. Not every Malaysians have the same view as you so, please, don’t put every single Malaysians in the same pot!

So, hate me for having this thoughts… while I pity you for hating and not helping… and judge me but I won’t judge you, as I don’t have that right.


Popping on the Poppies

November is the month that I associate with poppy wearing season. I do tend to donate a few coins to the British Legion but not take the red poppy off them.

As it gets closer to Remembrance Day, I see more and more people wearing poppies may it be red or white. Each seems to symbol something about war.

I donate to each.

Red to remember those who fought the war to ensure peace and the victims of war.

White to promote peace.

I know there are those who feels that the white poppy supporters do not seem to understand the sacrifices of the arms forces.

I know there are those who feels that the red poppy wearers supports war and do not understand the meaning of peace.

I know that there are those like me who understands and see the points of views of both. I might be facing the wrath of both parties but I might instead get a pat on the shoulder for compromising.

So, what have I done?


red and white poppies for remembrance day

I donated and made my own poppy, combining red and white, to wear until Remembrance Sunday… for those who fought, those who fell fighting for peace and those innocent victims of war. I can only read about what happened and the consequences of war and a pray that I will never have to experience it. To all of you, I thank you.