A slightly painful fact is that #Muslims are helping these oppressors against me, while wearing their #hijab.

The betrayal stings a little, i just have to remember they're no different to the disbelievers they're helping and that the response is the same: what is inevitable is soon, and i'll see them on the Day of Judgement -- insha'a Allah (the God Willing).

The irony, now blunted with time is that the #BritishMuslim communities *never* accepted me when i became Muslim and i'm constantly held up as suspicious of this or that without any evidence.

It's like the first mosque i went to, the person that spoke to me said, "Islam is like a diamond and Muslims are like a snake around that diamond". Another irony is that he later turned out to be a snake (full of envy). The second mosque i went to someone was working with the police and i was suspected immediately, even though i wasn't there when it started and it wasn't me. The traitor later came out *publicly* about it. No one ever apologised to me. They never do.

This has been the pattern without fail year after year. Like putting my bag down to make ablutions then when i go to pick it up, there's an Arab standing over me aggressively asking if it is mine. When it is clearly mine -- no apology. I've got use to this treatment.

And the constant backbiting, slander of my name, and reflex jump to interpret anything and everything i do in the worst light. It's constant.

I can only wait for the day when God will Judge between us and i plea my case. Insha'a Allah.

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