Interesting conversation with the Russian taxi driver in Kent:
Him: You’re muslim, right?
Me (oh here we go again): Yah
Him: So you’re not allowed to talk to me right?
Me: Hmm why?
Him: Because I’m kuffar… you’re not allowed to talk to me.
Me: *laughed (maybe out of nervousness)* Nahh.. that’s not true.
Him: No, I’m just kidding…. I’m learning the Quran yknow.
Me: Oh really? (still not sure where this is heading)
Him: Yeah I’m trying to find peace. The world is a crazy place.
We talked some more about how he was sick of Russian girls just wanting expensive things and his ex abandoning him for a rich guy and (weirdly) that is why he ‘likes muslims’. ‘You muslims stick with someone even when they’re poor and have nothing…’ — I didnt get started on how even muslims abandon people for their nafs and its more of the islamic principles that he meant. Or maybe that’s what he meant?
Anyway, I was close to getting him to move to Leicester because he lamented so many times on how racism is prevalent (“They dont like us yknow… immigrants and muslims… they hate us..”). I’m sure there is a (small) group of people who is like that, even more so in a less diverse area like Kent but most people I meet in UK are friendly at best and mostly civil/tolerant. Maybe he gets more of the racist stick due to his job (? irate or drunk passengers) and I dont because of mine.
I can’t decide whether he’s being a pessimist or realist or I’m the one wearing rose tinted glasses. Either way, I feel bit sad for him. Enough of the racist stick thrown at you will colour your perspectives on the world.