Warning: This post may be deemed sensitive. Only open minded people are allowed to read this story. Leave now if you think you can't handle it.
Once upon a time, there was a kid name Ali. Ali was a good kid. He listened to his parents, and he ate his vegetables. He did his homework, and he prayed five times a day like any good Muslim.
One day, his class decided to have a play. It was Romeo and Juliet. They didn't quite like the ending though. They wanted to have a happy one. They decided to keep Romeo and Juliet alive - and let them marry and live happily ever after.
Ali was excited for this play. He was hoping his clasmates would choose him to become Romeo. Then his classmates had made a decision. He was going to be the hero!
He practised his lines every day. He practised his act in front of the mirror every night. And when he was not practicing, he helped his classmates paint the backdrop - Juliet's window, Capulet's orchard and of course, the church at Verona. They were going to have a happy ending, weren't they?
"Oh how beautiful the play is going to be!" Ali thought. Not only they were staging his favourite play, they were going to make it their own! With a happy ending!
And so the day finally came. The stage was a masterpiece. The costumes were magnificent. Ali read his lines perfectly, acted it out so flawlessly. "I now pronounce you, husband and wife," said the weird boy who played the priest. Romeo Ali took Juliet's hand - the curtains then drawn, hence the end of the play. A surge of emotion flowed through Ali. He knew right at that moment, this was what he wanted to be. To be on stage, there's where he belongs.
But his happiness didn't last too long. He was called by his old, religious teachers. They told him he had commited a sin. For helping his friends paint the church backdrop. For participating in a Christian wedding ceremony act on stage. He had commited a sin.
Oh how sorry he was for his sin! He had never intended it to be that way. He had never ever thought about it at all. He was still a good Muslim, before, during and after the play. He knew what was in his heart, by golly, he swear he did! He was born a Muslim, and he will die a Muslim! Nothing could shake his faith! But they told him he had sinned.
And now he is drowning in sorrow and regret. He had learned his lesson. If he was going to be a good Muslim, he would have to leave the stage. The only place that made him feel alive. Eventhough he knew what's true in his own heart.
So he shut his dream and shoved it aside. He closed his mind from the beauty of art. And he prayed. Prayed for forgiveness. By golly, he was going to be a good Muslim.
**However you intepret this story, this post is no way demeaning Islam. I am just expressing grief on a non-issue that well, became one. If you feel offended, don't say I didn't warn ya.