I've always dreamt of becoming a writer, and against all odds, I made it. I've come this far, poured out my heart and soul into each line, each metaphor that danced in my mind. But now, even as I revel in the beauty of creating worlds, I find myself at a crossroads. I cannot turn a blind eye to my faith. I am a Muslim, bound by rules, beliefs, and guidance that define not just my actions but my very existence. One of those restrictions whispers to me... 'What is the worth of the words I write if they lead astray from the truth I uphold?'
Can I, in good conscience, continue to weave these tales knowing my faith calls me to something greater?
Why am I deleting it? I've come so far as a writer, and now I’m just trying to find a balance between my love for writing and the values of my faith. It’s not that my beliefs are holding me back; they guide me. I just want to make sure that the path I take honors both my passion and what I believe in. It’s more about finding a way to make them work together, not about one being against the other.
I’ve just come from a dawah, and I’m opening my heart, trying to live by what I’ve learned about my faith. I’ve written so many unrealistic stories, but now I’m reflecting on whether they align with my beliefs. The Quran reminds us,
"And do not mix the truth with falsehood or conceal the truth while you know [it]" (Quran 2:42).
I want to make sure the stories I create bring light and truth, not confusion or false ideas. I’m not abandoning my dream; I’m trying to find a way to honor it while staying true to my faith.
