Why do I fear judgement from others so much? Why am I such a coward with how I truly feel? I want to tell everyone I know about Sikhi. What holds me back? I know what does. It was my interest in a man who taught me about Islam, and the idea of connecting to my creator alone appealed to me. My own mother threatened suicide if I became Muslim. I wouldn't have, but their opposition to me even mentioning religion was terrifying. Their mocking of me believing in God was too much. With Sikhi, I feel like they wouldn't be any more understanding. I found something so beautiful and gave me purpose, correlated with my values so much, and I feel like they'd dismiss it as another "religion" and demean my feelings. I feel so disheartened when I think of not being able to share a beautiful faith with them.