Time speeds fast. It’s almost two years ago since I got baptized in Pathein in Myanmar and a lot of things has happened since the baptism, both in my life and in the world. Sometimes I get disheartened when I see all the hatred around us. When I realize Christians also hate others, I feel so sad, because Jesus Christ told us: “This is my commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you.“ (John 15:12). For me one another does not only mean other Christians. It also means everyone we meet and get to know. A few weeks ago I met a rather young, Somalian man, who is an interpreter just like me. We were on the same course for interpreters and I could see how badly he was treated by our teacher and it made me furious. I could see that he tried to hide the pain he felt behind a though, religious cover and I remembered when I had felt just like him. Between 1997 and 2005, I was married to a Muslim man from Myanmar and I lived as a Muslim. I covered my hair with a veil and I still remember how coldly I was treated many times. Every time someone was negative towards me because of my veil, I felt further and further away from the society. I got isolated and I did not trust people anymore. When I see others being treated that way, I feel pain. When I hear Christians talk bad things about Muslims, I feel they are talking about me, even if I left Islam for more than 10 years ago. I don’t regret living as a Muslim for some years, because now I know how it feels to be stigmatized because of religion. When some people see a beard or a veil on a Muslim, I see the pain in their eyes instead. Maybe that is the reason why I must struggle to keep my faith all the time?
Yesterday I talked with Khen Solomon Lethil, who is the one who encouraged me to get baptized. I told him how I felt and I think he could understand. He reminded me of this website, that I did in the end of 2014, when my faith was strong. When I read the testimony I wrote back then, I can sense the faith I had after the baptism. In the end of our conversation Khen Solomon blessed me in Burmese, the language that I love so much and the language that I got baptized in, and now everything feels better again. As if dark clouds had disappeared from the sky and I can see the sun again. May God always bless you, Khen Solomon Lethil.