you wore a cap, an eyebrow was raised.
you fold your pants above your ankle, you were noticed.
you wore a kurta/jubba, you appeared different.
you now wore sarong instead of pants, you appeared weird.
you wore surma, you appeared confused.
you wore surban, you appeared as an extremist.
Now by the time you reached to the state of surban, your right hand probably has a tasbih and your lips would be weathered in dihkr, eyes constantly gazing upon the floor.
You are officially labeled as a MADMAN.
You now take a stroll down the ever busy orchard; you were the only one. The only one, among the many that walk that street.
Occasionally you might meet your brother, most often but not. It is just you.
But it is NOT you.
As a fellow MADMAN, you see the SANE are many. MAD only a few.
This is ALLAH’S love for you. You have been chosen, now cherish this till death.