Yesterday, a woman I was talking to on the street looked into my eyes, hers were sparkling in the sunlight.
Sweet, blue pools nestled into her weathered and weary face.
Her eyebrows arched toward the center, questioning… “You look like a saint – you must be a saint.”
She looked me over and repeated it.
There are those who hate to see a Muslim, people who may be suspicious of my smile- people who mock the cloth on my head, or pity the fact I’m not showing the world how very fashionable I can be.
There are people who lump Islam along with fascism and Muslims with madmen.
I feel so often this negativity is the focus of our discussions.
But it’s not all bad.
Some perceptions are negative, but some are positive.
In fact, some people have such a favorable reaction to my dress and my manners- both of which are not really mine, they are just my feeble attempts at implementing Islam-
They don’t even know what to make of it other than comparing me to an angel.
I’m surprised at how often I get that.
“You look like an angel.”
Someone who helped me choose the right PVC pipes in a hardware store once, after our brief experience together asked if I was.
An angel in disguise, shopping for PVC
It was as if he was sure I must be…
I’m usually dumbfounded when this happens- at a loss for words.
What I would like to say is, “No, I’m just a Muslim.”
Like I said before, Muslims don’t fly. Not even close. We are very human, with all the variation and fallibility that goes along with it.
But this reaction, this comparison, I get it.
Because I’m trying, a little bit, to be like a human who was the best of mankind.
The person closest to being an angel a human could get.
His name was Muhammad.
Is that how you think of Muhammad?
What do you think when you see or meet a Muslim?
If you are a Muslim, please share your positive experiences in the comments section!