”Buzz off nigga, go back to Africa!!!”

“Don’t be so jealous and get some tan, you white-looser!”

You’re probably grinning or rolling your eyes now, we’ve all heard something similar before. I’m not too good with the things people comment about each other’s colour, the exact phrases they use or whatever. I don’t even wanna know. I’ve seen and heard enough in my lifetime.

Maybe you’re thinking this is something many non-Muslims like to do, hate us all because of our colour, race or because they think Muslims are all “terrorist Arabs” from the far away East. Aladdins and Jasmines, some monkey Abus too. But they got to admit; we’d all need a Genie in the bottle, right?

Well, back to my actual topic…Firstly, I wouldn’t like to break your fantasy thinking brother/sister, but I’m not known to keep quite about reality. There is a lot of racism going on between Muslims. It sounds almost ridiculous, even in my ears, because I’m positive most of you have heard this:

“And among His Signs is the creation of the heavens
And the earth, and the variations in your languages
And your colours; verily in that are Signs
For those who know.” Holy Qu’ran 30:22



Parent, father


“Our Lord! Forgive me and my parents, and (all) the believers on the Day when the reckoning will be established.”
Surah (Chapter) Ibrahim (Abraham) Qur-an 14:41  


When I was a little brat, I always asked my parents for help regarding everything. They helped me patiently, never asking for anything in return. Time flew by and I started relying on myself. Especially when it came to school. I had teachers to ask, friends to call for help… I felt grown up when I didn’t need to ask my parents. Like it would be a great shame to go to your Dad and say, “I don’t get this Math thingy Daddy…”

Turning 13, I was officially a teenager. Now I seriously couldn’t ask my parents for help! Except for giving me money of course. That’s what they are there for, right?