Growing up as a young Muslim woman, I realized the significant segregation between people with diverse beliefs, people who looked different, people who didn't have the same backgrounds. I saw my classmates digging holes into the dirt that the inspiring historical figures cried through the heavens from above - because they've realized that their efforts are to be gone in vain. I began to realize that there was no compromise, and there never will be, unless these diverse arrays of individuals conglomerated to inspire or find solutions to the ongoing problems we face within our community.
I'll put it quite simply - Arogen is an allegory. It's an allegory for many things, actually. The biblical and Islamic renditions of the prophet's stories, the political setback and controversy over religion, the discrimination of Muslims throughout the world because of ill-defined words and scapegoats. It's all real, whether we like to see it or not, and in writing my novel, I hope to portray the real social clash and horridness of what happens when both sides don't communicate. When people realize that communication, language, literacy and comprehension of one another is key to living a real and honest life, and that it effects society immensely, is when we can climb out of the hole that we've dug so far in. In that moment, the moment that we realize that this is our reality, we can find a way to pull ourselves, wrench ourselves out of that damp dirt and begin to work through our problems - figure out how to get the sun out so that the dirt will dry, and then have the grass grow.
"And We have made some of you a trial for others. Will you ˹not then˺ be patient?"
The first time I read this ayah in surah Furqaan, I had no idea it defined my future so clearly.
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Hafiz Hakimi;-
A 26-year-old Nigerian-American who grew up believing those who worshipped something they couldn't see were crazy motherfuckers. But it wasn't like he would go out of his way to tell them his opinion. His life was perfect, a routine of work, party, fuck, sleep, and repeat. His only source of annoyance was the woman whose vagina he popped out of, but even she was very far away from him. Life was good, everything was great. Until one fateful trip to Nigeria, his home country, set off a tornado that wrecked his mundane to pieces.
Aliya Suleiman;-
A 22-year-old hafiza whose only goal was to finish studying medicine, the devil's course. She only planned to get married after making her first million dollars, a feat her best friend Jasra said was impossible. She wasn't offended of course, because she never planned to get married. And if she did, it would be to someone more pious than her, mature and respectful; indulging. But then the one person she couldn't say no to begged her with tears in her eyes to marry her son. She was the woman who raised her and provided for her mother and her. There was no way she could refuse.
It was the worst thing to have ever happened to both of them.
A sudden downpour on an otherwise clear sunny day.
He wasn't anywhere near the kind of man she imagined herself with.
She was the woman raised by the person he hated the most.
It was basically a recipe for disaster.
She saw him as a way to repay a favour.
He wanted to use her to get revenge.
And as such, the stage was set and the curtains lifted.
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🚨 This is entirely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, places, a particular culture or event; whether real or fictional, is purely coincidental.