Our world together has never been, and never will be at peace. In the short time I have walked this earth, i’ve learned a couple of things about the people surrounding me. How some may learn differently, see things differently, look at things differently. Though, one of the most important things I have learned about the people around me is that no matter your actions, nor words, never, will everyone be happy. Some people may disagree, some may agree. It’s a simple fact of life.
I’ve had my own experience with this idea when I was much younger. When I was arriving to my 1st year of elementary school I was as naive as any child. I thought for once in my young life, I could have the chance to be a big kid. I thought so fond of the fact that I was given more responsibility, I thought I could do anything. That year of 1st grade I made friends with most of my class. Going into that year, I wasn’t too experienced with people of different religions, or color. My family had always been supportive of everything. Remembering back to those years I could at least remember before, though, I was pretty much protected from the fact that there were bad things that happened in the world all the time. I was never told to expect hate from other people because of what I believed in, or what I looked like, or who i associated with.
During this year I met who I know now as a Muslim follower, my friend Muhammad. My friend at the time, Muhammad, was always so nice to me. I have always felt bad for him because of a disability that had tormented his life, that left him paralyzed from the waist down, leaving him, even as a first grader, in a motorized wheelchair. Being in a wheelchair, he was always left as an outcast to the rest of my class, and no one ever wanted to talk or play with him. Being the open spirit that I am, I decided to pursue a friendship with him. Muhammad’s personality was very outspoken. There isn’t much to say about his personality, except that he was usually grumpy or sad, due to having restrictions over what he could and couldn’t do like the rest of the kids. One day, however, my friendship with Muhammad halted unexpectedly, when he came to school that day with some bad news. Being Muslim, his faith of his family and him that he was taught speaks that Muslim’s can have no relations with Christian followers, and that as a Muslim he was supposed to execute me. Getting this news, Muhammad also informed me that his family did not want us talking anymore after he told them about me, and that he was also supposed to shoot me on stage as I get my diploma when I graduate my senior year of highschool. Getting this news that day, I thought, scarred me for life, though now I use it as a growing point of my understanding of people’s faiths and beliefs that are rightfully given to everyone as humans. This experience had completely opened my eyes to the world around me. Looking back on his perspective now, Muhammad completely obeyed his faith, his parents, and in his, and many other people’s minds, he did a service for his gathered community. In other’s minds, he did a disservice. This concept completely helps me to understand anyone’s point of view through thier eye's. Though I may not believe what was said or what was threatened was right, we both had faith for what we were taught to believe in, and we stuck with it.
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