I was born as a Moslem. So was my brother. But we have sisters who are Christian.
Yes, we’re coming from mixed religion family – our late father was a Moslem, and our late mother was a Christian. We were raised by our parents following the religion they chose as to be. But along the way we lived in harmony as family. Whenever I hear Christmas songs, my memory fly back to my childhood, as my mother liked to play them during the Christmas seasons. But maybe our sisters would also recall their memories during Ramadhan, as my mother and my sister would join us in dining table for “sahur”.
Alhamdulillah, nowadays all of us are strong believers and devotees of our religion. My big brother is a Hajj, he leads and runs the mosque activity near his house. Both of my sisters are church activists on their churches in Bekasi and Kuala Lumpur. All of us, interestingly, did not follow our parents’ suit, we all married to spouses in same religion.
But one thing remain the same: the bond of love inherited from our late parents, tied us together as family. We love each other so much, despite the big difference in faith. We had no major conflicts living side by side, despite practicing different religion. Our children are “best friends” and very close to each other, despite attending Islamic/Christian based school.
On Christmas day, we came to my sister’s house in Grand Wisata, not to celebrate Christmas (for the moslems), but to celebrate our differences. To meet in happiness and cherish our love as one family. What’s even better this year was when my mother’s oldest brother, Pakde Pras and his family (who are also moslems) also came to celebrate with us. This is a true reflection that with love, understanding and empathy, we all can live in peace in this world. Amen.