I am a young Hui girl attending a university in the south of China. There are not many Muslims where I am studying. It is hard for me to find places to eat that are Halal. Honestly, at this stage in my life, I am questioning the beliefs I have grown up with. I know all about Islam, but it seems to me that it is just a bunch of rules to follow.
I live in America. My husband works for a US company. I have been in the States for almost 2 years now, but I haven’t made many friends. It is harder than I thought it would be. My husband and I go to the mosque often. We are the only ones from China who attend our mosque.
My wife and I are from another minority group in China. During college, we heard the Gospel and believed. As we were discipled we learned about unreached peoples and the many around the world who have not heard the Gospel. God called us to go. He sent us to live among the Hui in China. Our small house church raised money to help us get started, but for the last 4 years we have had to meet our own needs. We have opened two businesses and bought a home in this place.
I walk through this cemetery every day as I go to the mosque. It sits between my house and the mosque. I have many family buried here, including my grandparents, parents, and some brothers and sisters. It is a daily reminder I don’t have much longer to live. I worry about what may be next. Where will I go? I burn incense sometimes on the graves of family members and respected former imams hoping that they can help me when I die. I faithfully pray 5 times a day and try and follow all the rules. I hope I have done more good than bad so I can go to heaven.