Reality of an Ahmadi. Being Ahmadi isn’t just a label I have… | by Evox

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Being Ahmadi isn’t just a label I have, it’s who I am. It’s what I grew up with, what shapes how I see things. We believe the Messiah already came, not to fight or take power, but to remind us what Islam means, peace, thinking for yourself, and love.

But not everyone gets that. Like, in Pakistan, there’s this law that says we’re not Muslims. Seriously. We can’t say the Kalima out loud, can’t call our mosques “mosques”, and if we do, they can put you in jail, or worse. People get killed, pulled out of prayer, attacked at home. Just for believing.

And we don’t fight back. Never have, and honestly, probably never will. No weapons, no riots, no revenge. We just pray. We grieve. Then move on.

I’m lucky, I guess, to live somewhere I can pray without fear. I go to classes where they teach us what Islam actually is, not hate or violence, but how to live. It’s not like, I mean… it’s not like those madrasas people imagine. It’s quiet. We learn patience, respect, love and how to help.

Other Muslims say we’re not Muslim. Maybe they’re right. We’re different. We don’t shout, don’t use religion like a weapon. We follow quietly, try to be honest with it, even if that means being left out.

Honestly, I’m okay with that. Maybe my faith isn’t accepted. Maybe it’s not “right” to some. But it gives me peace. Brings me close to God without hurting anyone. That’s what counts. Not labels or approval. Just peace in my heart and silence in my prayers.

I’m not here to prove I’m right. I just want to be good.

That’s what Ahmadiyyat taught me.