The Jehovah's Witness. The Muslim. The Christian.

The Jehovah’s Witness. The Muslim. The Christian.

I was at work on Saturday, the door bell went, Mo went to the door, I could hear women’s voices, I went to have a look to see who was there. It was my neighbour Carole, a Jehovah’s Witness. Seeing each other we said, “Hello,” I said, to Mo, “This is my neighbour.”

I was cooking breakfast for someone, so I returned to check on the sausages, bacon, and eggs. A few minutes later I returned to the front door. Carole was in full swing. She wanted to know, “Can I give you magazines for all who are in the building?” I replied, “No, we are not allowed to accept any religious literature. Carole does not take no for an answer, I had checked on the food and when I went back, she had realized we were not going to allow her to give us any info.

So, using a new tactic, she had given Mo a magazine, and she was giving her points of view. I said to Mo, “If you don’t want that magazine, please give it back,” As I know he is a strict Muslim. We let her talk, I had turned the cooker off, as everything was finished.

I was thinking as she was talking, she is trying to change us, thinking she is right, but I am sure Mo was thinking the same think, and I was defiantly thinking the same thing. If I was to ask Carole the question, “Would you become a Muslim?” I am sure she would say, “No.” Would Mo become a Christian? I am sure he would say, “No.” Would I become a Jehovah’s Witness? “No.”

We four stood there, two of them and me and Mo, strong people with very strong religious faith. Three faiths, all very different, all of us unbending, unyielding, knowing neither of us will ever budge!

Mo still had her magazine, in his hands and I said, to him again, “If you are not going to read that, please give it back, or it will be a waste.” He continued to listen to her, politely and then they said, “Goodbye,”

As he shut the door, he put the magazine in the bin behind the door! I said, to him, “Why didn’t you give it back?” He said, “When you were in the kitchen, I told her, “I am a Muslim,”

I am sure Carole would have felt it was a good thing, a good morning, that she had given her literature, to a practicing Muslim.

I really like Carole, I have known her for decades, she is a nice caring person. I have worked with Muslims, for years. Muslims and non-religious people have worked with me for years, we have all got on.