Years ago, I was in my Islamic Studies class in Pakistan, a compulsory subject in all schools in that nation. One day, the teacher was telling us about the reward for doing good and the punishment for doing bad. After teaching us how being good could benefit Muslims, he told us a very interesting thing—namely, he said that while Muslims are rewarded beautifully when they do good, it is counted as sin for non Muslims even if they’re doing good, because they’re not Muslims, and hence, their good works don’t count.
I don’t know how true the claim of their good works being counted as sin is, but what I do know is that Islam teaches that no matter how good the non Muslims are, they’re going to hell anyway.
At the time my teacher said that, I was in a process of (secretly of course) studying Christianity—I had just started it, actually. So, I disagreed with the teacher—not out loud, I didn’t dare do that. I think, though, that was when I learned how to disagree and not express my feelings. So, I chose to be quiet, and I didn’t say how I felt. If the teacher had asked me, ‘What do you think?’ all I would have said was, ‘yes sir!’ and nothing more.
I continue that to this day. I don’t have the option of openly disagreeing with Islam, and I will never feel right about it. It’s hard to continue living this way, but when you have the option between keeping quiet, and getting killed for openly disagreeing, one learns quickly to forget about principles.
To me ‘Mum’s the word’ makes all the more sense since that day. I am not proud of what I do, but I never forget why I must do it. And if non Muslims don’t fight for their God-given right to openly disagree with the “Religion of Peace”, someday we will all be feared or cowed into silence.