The Big H: Home and Humanity
The definition of home varies for everyone, it can co-exist both in people and places. Growing up, it is hard for me to define home when living in another country that is not my homeland. My political identity contrasts with the rest of the people in the room, however, there is one shared similarity that I find uniquely interesting: Humanity.
That is the beauty of migration; it allows us to remind one thing that matters regardless of our differences, humanity at its finest. To me, home does not belong to places but people. We create experiences, through experiences, we attach personal feelings based on our state of mind.
When goodness resides in people, it brings joy out of you that shapes who you are as a person. To live by one strict identity is holding onto my religious belief first because it’s a conscious choice of my own will moved by the rationality of my own heart and mind. It’s transparent but visible through our manners and actions wherever we go, like a suitcase. A faith that carries with you wherever you go because you can’t survive without it. One simply cannot travel without a suitcase. That’s what we all carry in ourselves, a personal belief in our identity.
That’s what Islam defined for me. It’s a comfortable state of mind because that’s how I build peace with the surrounding that compliments wonderfully with home and humanity.
Your mind is not a map that is meant to stay within a border but to ponder upon His creations.
Personally, I deeply believe that God created the world for humans to explore and understand Him in a more nuanced way so we could appreciate His arts. Islam is not just in one place; it is in every corner of the world and lives under the name of humanity.
