A Place For You

Ezra Azer the hot guy in my office was out of my league. His British accent was enough to win any girl's heart. Though my parents have given me right to do anything, the only condition was for me to marry a Muslim guy. Even though, other interns tried to have a shot with that man, I was there to listen to their failed attempts. It was the same guy I found in my living room at home, asking for my hand in marriage, even though my parents had no problem to give my hand to a convert, society had a lot to say about it. As if he wasn't having a hard time with his new lifestyles, our surroundings seemed to take it as their responsibility to remind him of his past life. I watched him, as he tried to be a part of the community, by giving himself fully on it.
He prayed five times a day, he did all the things Islam ordered him to do, was it so necessary for people to remind him that he spent his college life consuming alcohol and partying? Was it so necessary to remind him that his wife was not the first woman he touched? He was guilty of that, he was ashamed of that, but that was not enough for people. He asked for forgiveness to the only one, but that wasn't acceptable to people. He was struggling into his new life and I saw how much he tried, but it was nothing for people.
I thought as a Muslim it was our duty to make him feel welcome. It was out duty to help him to overcome his past life, but instead of that people were busy guilt tripping him.