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352 pages, Paperback
First published April 1, 2014
This is a question often asked of me. Whenever I visit a mosque or musholla, whenever I avoid food and drink due to fasting, whenever I say 'Peace be upon you' to a fellow brother or sister. And you know what? I have never been able to offer a good enough answer. For I would need to talk of pain and heartache, of family and friendship, of laughter and longing. And ultimately, of finding love and acceptance in the heart of Indonesia. Which of course would mean traveling back to the beginning.
There were parts of the Holy Quran which were extremely clear in meaning and that these were the main foundations of the faith. And that there were other parts which were allegorical and open to interpretation. To my mind, these parts were like mirrors, reflecting the heart and soul of the reader, and a perverted heart would find a perverted meaning, and a decent heart would find a decent one.
I paused for a moment, since my Indonesian was still quite limited. Not that it would have been easy to explain in any language, for on the one hand there were many reasons, and on the other hand there was only one. What on earth was I supposed to say to him? That everything in the Holy Quran was sensible and logical and in accordance with my own views on morality? That most of the Muslims living aroung me led such clean and peaceful lives that I often felt unworthy in their presence? Or should I simply declare the shahadah? The truthful and heartfelt assertion that there was no other god but God and that the Prophet Muhammad was His messenger.
'Ash hadu allaa ilaaha illallaahu, wa ash hadu anna Muhammadar-rasulallah.'
'The shahadah?'
'Yes, that's right.'
'Wait for a moment,' A frown creased his broad brown forehead, and he stroked his mustache and consulted with the others. 'There is nothing more?'
'Is it not enough?'
'This is from your heart?'
'Of course.'