born to parents from two different races, my very first ordeal was to address the identity crisis. yes, i was seeking that sense of belonging. by default, the state profess my race whom my dad belong to. apparently, the heir of paternal ties seems to be more profound or easily characterized by most countries i can think of. undoubtedly, it does ease the confusion.
gradually, it was no longer matter whichever group i belong to. rather, i was appreciative and contented that both of my parents practice the same faith. literally, i was free from the non-existence tussle deciding whose faith should i be observing. albeit, there are parents who are open minded, allowing their children to practice the religion they are comfortable with, in asian context most parents are observe to be less tolerance and forgiving.
racial identification was insignificance in Islam. it’s a faith which does not belong to any group, tribe or race. i reckon, it was faith that distinguish individuals apart.
