As a British Indian woman, the rise in Islamophobia around the world presents itself as a personal challenge. Being ‘brown’ has somehow become synonymous with being Muslim and being Muslim with being a ‘terrorist’. I am often misidentified as a Muslim and therefore regarded with suspicion, being racially profiled at airports and casual conversations with people who continue to ask me where I’m really from are examples of such prejudice.
It is a mind-set that hurts both Muslims and non-Muslims alike. While I find any form of Islamophobia unacceptable, as a British Indian woman, from a culturally Hindu background, I’ve found myself in the past defending the fact that I wasn’t Muslim as a way to save myself from certain prejudices.
With that however, came the realisation that I was being complicit in Islamophobia by not fighting against it.
What further adds a layer of complexity is that within my own Hindu community, I often hear elders speak with prejudice against Muslims. The history between Hindus and Muslims dates back to the partition of India.
Not only was I receiving racism outside of the home from the perceived threat of the colour of my skin, but also encountered prejudice towards the religion which I was often misidentified as being, within the home. Such hostility from within my own community towards Muslims provided a great source of discomfort for me as a young woman, who did not, and still does not, share such views.
As a filmmaker, I have the privilege of bringing to light narratives that can help challenge certain prejudices within our society. I therefore wanted to find a narrative that could help dispel the Islamophobia I was encountering both within and outside of my own community.