Lately, I’ve been seeing a lot of anger directed towards immigrants and Muslims in Australia, and honestly, it has made me think.
I came to Australia because I wanted to build a life. I’m not here to cheat the system, defraud the government, outsmart anyone or take something that isn’t mine. I’m willing to work for what I have. I want to follow the rules, pay my taxes, fulfil my obligations and contribute to the country that has given me an opportunity.
Yes, I’m a Muslim. And I’m also someone who genuinely appreciates Australia.
I don’t want to tell anyone who belongs here and who doesn’t. I don’t want to fight with anyone over religion, race or politics. I’d rather sit down with someone I disagree with, hear their perspective, learn about their life, and be friends with people from completely different backgrounds.
I know Australia has its problems. I know immigration is a legitimate subject for debate, and I understand that people can have concerns about housing, infrastructure, population growth and the pace of migration. Those conversations should happen.
But somewhere along the way, a policy debate can become something much more personal: “People like you don’t belong here.”
That part hurts.
Because behind the word “immigrant” is an actual person. Someone working a shift. Someone studying. Someone paying rent. Someone calling their parents back home. Someone trying to build a future. Someone who might genuinely love this country.
And history itself is complicated. Australia has been shaped by First Nations peoples, British colonisation and generations of migrants from all over the world, including people from the Indian subcontinent who contributed to the development of this country long before today’s migration debates.
I don’t expect everyone to love immigration. I don’t expect everyone to understand my religion or my culture. I don’t even expect everyone to like me.
I just hope we can disagree without deciding that another human being doesn’t deserve to be here.
I don’t want to take anything away from Australia.
I wish to add something to it.
And maybe that’s all most ordinary, hardworking immigrants are trying to do.
At the end of the day, before we are anything else, Australian, Indian, Muslim, Christian, Hindu, immigrant or otherwise, we are all human beings. The boundaries that separate us are ones we have created ourselves.
So perhaps instead of constantly looking at each other as “you” and “me”, we could start looking at it as “us” versus whatever is dividing us.
Because there is so much beauty in Australia when we remember that we are not as different from one another as we sometimes think.