Her friend is gay and is in a relationship with another male. He spoke to her that he love a person not a gender and apparently the person he love is a male… bla-bla-bla…
For she love her friend, she’s will never judge him she wrote. She isn’t God. She wont preach, because they are adult enough to know what he did is sin. And deep inside she prays that one day his friend would be able to love a woman and get married.
Suddenly, I remember back to when I was in high school (no it’s not about a friend who is gay :P)
One day when I had extra math tutorial with my math teacher. During the break my math teacher spoke about my friend. “Your best friend Christine is very pretty. Too bad girl that pretty is Christian.” With we-are-the-best-moslem-but-your-best-friend-is-christian- pity look. And then she told me that deep inside she prays that my best friend Christine would convert to Islam one day.
I didn’t say anything, even though I know that what she thought was wrong.
(No I didn’t try to correct her with the fact that Christine was actually moslem and only half of her family was Christian… I just… I didn’t understand with her simple wish. The conversation felt like an error to me.)
What about being different? Why some people still think different is bad? Why different is a sin? Why different is pity? Why can’t different be just different? (And why don’t we just use them as a trigger for us to know and understand other more?)
Honestly for me, different is not lesser. (Hopefully this is not because I was raised in a somewhat chaotic-non-standardized-family for I can’t ever look, follow or be in just one thing.)
For I believe in the power of praying. Rather than praying for converting ‘the others’ to become ‘one of ours’ can we pray for love and for peace despite all the differences instead?
love, laugh, and grow.