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Speaking of the events of the day with a guest at the weekend, I confessed that I’m the least qualified to express an opinion given that I’m not a fighter at all.

“You’re basically a pacifist,” they nodded, smiling.

A fair diagnosis, for I believe war should be a last resort. A necessary evil at most to repel aggression or undermine rampant oppression. In any case, peace is preferred.

Mindful of events in the world, then, many observers would suggest I wear my faith like an ill-fitting suit. Considering rightwing representations of my faith from both within and without, it would seem I took a wrong turn somewhere.

I am immensely grateful, therefore, that nearly eighteen years ago I was sent a teacher steeped in sacred knowledge who likewise inclines to peace. No, not a pacifist, but a Muslim. That is, an individual trying to walk the path of promoting justice, safety and health in their society.

Where would I be today if instead I had fallen into the domain of chauvinistic demagogues championing an imperialist and belligerent rendition of faith? Given my temperament and personality, it’s highly likely I would have fallen along the wayside like so many others.

I am well aware of that other interpretation of faith — as we all are. In the quarter of a century walking this path, I have rubbed shoulders with all sorts, delving into their books and narrations in an attempt to find my own way.

For sure, it often occurs to me that their portrayal could be most true and mine entirely spurious. Certainly, that is the depiction of faith that our opponents want us to believe in, so that they may justify their hardline policies, be it withdrawing minority rights at home or invading impoverished nations abroad.

However, that is not the faith of any of my companions, who rather see their role as Muslim as being to participate actively in society to work towards a common good. They are charitable and compassionate souls, invested in education and research, intent on building a better world for all.

Our role models, it turns out, are those striving their utmost to save and improve lives. Those who share more of a lineage to a golden age of learning and discovery — taking inspiration from the likes of Ibn Sina and al-Razi — than to twentieth century utilitarianism.

I can’t claim that I am correct — and most definitely I have no idea whether my faith, deeds and repentance will be accepted on that awesome day the like of which is fifty-thousand years — but it is what I cling to, cognisant of how I was made and the companions sent my way.

May God guide us all.