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In today’s Pakistan words such as ‘justice’, ‘equality’ and ‘fairness’ carry no value. Indeed, I love my country from the depths of my heart but the vile and brutal attacks which are being made in the name of Islam today terrify me and make me question the ‘Pureness (PAK)’ of my country.
I am an Ahmadi Muslim. Yes, my faith and my religion are surrounded by Islamic motions and no one has the right or the power to change my belief or dictate who I am.
Unfortunately, a high number of so called ‘Muslims’ who are in fact illiterate and disgusting Mullahs, would disagree as they consider themselves more worthy and able than Allah to decide who is a Muslim or not and who can enter the gates of paradise.
Narrated below is an incident which took place a few days ago, this event has still left its mark and effects on me. Furthermore, after going through this tragic event I salute all my Ahmadi brothers and sisters who stand at the forefront defending the true Islam. May Allah fulfill all your noble endeavors. Ameen.
Nonetheless, the story goes as such:
A few days ago I was shopping with my sister and as we entered a shop, we inquired about items which go on our clothing. Sister had a duppata in her hand and asked for a matching design ribbon. Upon hearing this, the salesman did not reply for a whole minute. It seemed weird because without his answer the situation grew weird. In spite of our anxious and what now seemed confusing wait, he broke the silence and very softly asked, “Are you an Ahmadi?” ( maybe he took a guess from our burqas) His soft approach tendered my heart and I thought that maybe he too is an Ahmadi and wanted to send me greetings of peace. But, when my sister replied in affirmative, he took an abrupt and rude approach and very rudely said, “We don’t sell to Ahmadis!”
Understanding the situation, my older sister, grab my wrist and dragged me out of the shop, we rushed towards our car, my sister wanted our safety, I wanted answers!