We are called ghurabaa (strangers), not because we wish to be apart,
but because our hearts are tied to something deeper than the world around us.
While many chase status, noise, and approval,
we quietly search for meaning, truth, and closeness to Allah.
Sometimes that path feels lonely.
Sometimes standing for what we believe costs us comfort or acceptance.
Yet in that loneliness, there is a strange kind of peace
the peace of knowing who we are and why we walk this road.
To be a “stranger” is not about anger or defiance.
It is about staying gentle in a harsh world,
about choosing integrity when compromise would be easier,
about remembering that this life is temporary
and that what truly matters cannot be seen.
We may be few.
We may be misunderstood.
But our strength is not in numbers
it is in faith, patience, and quiet certainty.
And perhaps one day, what feels like being a stranger
will simply mean we were faithful
when it would have been easier not to be.
Abu Huraira reported: The Messenger of Allah, peace and blessings be upon him, said:
Islam began as a something strange and it will return to being strange, so blessed are the strangers.
Source: Ṣaḥīḥ Muslim 145
Translated Hadith from Arabic to English
سبحانك اللهم وبحمدك أشهد ان لا اله الا انت استغفرك وأتوب اليك