In the past year or so I have been trying really really hard to be a better Muslim. I truly believe that Allah ﷻ is all knowing and that every ruling he has put upon us is for our own benefit. However, I feel there are so many small things and confounding variables that are weighing me down in life, so much so that I truly find no real joy in being alive. I apologize if the rest of my post is discombobulated.
There are a lot of little things. One of the big ones is drawing. I used to love drawing. It was truly one of the only things that brought me happiness. I always had a sketchbook with my characters or others that I drew. Everyone, including people in my muslim community knew me as the artist. However, I eventually really sat down and thought about the things I had been online, and I came to the conclusion that it was no longer permissible for me to draw these things. I believe that was a year ago, and to this very moment I feel a hole in my heart from not being allowed to do such a thing. I understand the basis for why it's haram, but I can't help but think "I get it by I wouldn't display my drawings, I wouldn't show them to people, I wouldn't worship them. So why am I not allowed this simple thing?" Some times I burst into tears because of it. What is especially hard I have other people close to me who still partake in it and think nothing of it. My brother makes amazing draws and animations, and he's always so excited to show me because in his eyes, I'm still the art kid who he can relate to and who relates to him. My best friend is learning to draw, and she is aware of my struggled but also has started drawing animals and figures. Im not even mad at them for such things or want them to stop. I'm so so devastatingly sad with myself.
People say I can draw non-animate things, but I truly have no desire for these things. It sparks no joy whatsoever. I want to draw people, never as a form of worship, Audhubillah, but just for expression. I get why we are told not to. I see the pictures online of people having whole shrines dedicated to fictional characters, and that has to be a form of shirk intentional or not. But I don't want to do that. I just want to draw my silly little ideas and that's it. No profit, no obsession, or showing off. Just for me. There is this strange cognitive dissonance of "I want to do this so bad but I know I shouldn't and I know Allah ﷻ has forbade it." But still I yearn for that. I just take it day by day of don't draw don't draw don't draw. I know I'm giving it up for the sake of Allah ﷻ and I should be happy because of that but I can't help this sense of misery in my heart.
I can't even change my Madhab. I'm hanafi, and I've read that Maliki allow drawing. But then I read that we cannot change our madhab to follow our nafs, and that I basically cannot pick and choose. So that feels like another dead end.
Related to that, I used to love games, anime, manga, and books. Loved if. I spend hundreds of dollars on physical volumes, I looked forward to certain days of the week for new chapters and episodes. It made me so, so happy. Whats important to note is that I liked fantasy of all sorts, I like the action and the lore and the world building all of that. However, I started to look into and again felt this was another thing I needed to let go of for the sake of Allah ﷻ. I was terrified I was accidentally committing shirk even if I knew 100% that these things were fictional and that no one or thing could ever compare to Allah ﷻ And I have. I stopped watching those things, threw out all my old manga and novels. I had a couple of anime figures gifted and bought. I threw those away as well. Again, I know I did the right thing but I also find no happiness anymore. I look online and see the things I used to love, and I have to turn away because I get so sad. I struggle to find anything to watch, because I think "that has magic, that has magic, that has magic." Chatgpt must be sick of me because I always force it to do a deepdive on a given show to see if I can watch it. 99.9% it has elements that make me feel that I shouldn't be watching it. Again, I feel like I have this void in me that is completely deprived of joy.
I'm bored and miserable all the time. People say "go watch a movie or play a game" and I can't tell them "I cannot because of XYZ." It's especially hard when it's other muslims telling me these things. I just think "are you guys not scared of Allah ﷻ? Are you mot scared of being taken out of the fold of islam, intentionally or accidentally?How are you doing something without a second thought when I can't ever stop thinking about it." It feels that no one understands my struggles with these things.
I think the worst part is related to my relationship with my husband. We got married a few months ago and are currently not living together due to Visa issues. One oversight on my part was prayer. Salah is something that is so immensely important to me. I feel immense stress at not praying my prayers on time, so much so that I'll ask my family to bend our family plans to ensure we are able to properly pray on time. They get mad at me for it, but it's something I can't shake, nor do I want to shake it.
How does this relate to my husband? Well, he doesn't pray. The worst part is I learned this before the Nikkah, and I let my parents convince me that it was okay, because all (desi at least) men are like this, and that they always pray when they start living with their wives. It has been an immense regret for me. My husband only cares about his job, and he claims he always trusts Allah ﷻ but he can't even give our Lord 25 minutes of his day for salah. He even had a near-death experience before we met, and instead of taking that mercy as a chance to be grateful to Allah ﷻ and correct his way of life, he says he wants to use his second chance at life as an opportunity to travel and see the world and climb mountains.
It has killed any ounce attraction I had for him, and I know we both know our relationship is strained, but I can't tell him it's because he doesn't pray. Other than that, he has a wonderful character, but I can't get over how little he actively prioritizes his religion. He says he believes, he pays Zakat and such, but I don't feel that is enough.
I especially feel that way because I've given up so much of what I love for the sake of Allah ﷻ while he can't even give 25 minutes of his day. It feels unfair, and it feels we aren't on the same page. I don't draw, gave up my favorite things. And my husband? He actively talks to me about the current shows and things he is watching, which are all the things I've given up. I've told him I gave up those things that I adored and he doesn't have the sense to not bring it up around me, let alone still partake. He says "oh right, you don't watch these things" and then brings it up in the next conversation. It's so hard. I take these things so seriously and to him it's like a joke.
My mom jokes that she should have married me off to a sheik. I think that even if I am not a perfect muslim, I would have been happier that way because at least I would have someone intentionally trying to help me improve. It makes me feel alone on my journey in Islam. No one understands me, and the few people who I have told (aside from my best friend) label me an extremist and tell me I should be enjoying life and not stressing about things like that. How can I enjoy life when nothing I love is permissible?
I struggle with religious OCD. It makes me wonder if I am even genuine in my religion, or if my attempts at improving myself for the sake of Allah ﷻ is coming from me or my mental illness. I want to be better for Allah ﷻ, but am I only doing so because of this disease? Or is it fear? Am I even a decent muslim? Or any of improvements even genuine? It makes me hesitant to accept anything but the most strict ruling on some matters. I'm scared of accidentally sinning.
I really am struggling. I have no joy in my life. Anything I enjoyed, even with good intentions, is not permissible. I understand this is only hard because I grew up in a society and culture that didn't sweat the small stuff. Pray, don't eat pork/drink alcohol, fast, dress modest, and boom, you're fine according to them. Like, sometimes I think I'm so pathetic I laugh because there are muslims dying and starving and I'm crying because I can't draw? Like seriously? Either way, misery is something I can't help but feel has become my permanent companion. Sometimes I'm glad we as humans don't live as long as Prophet Adam (A.S), because I'm not sure I'd be able to stand being miserable for so long.
I don't even know what I want out of this post, whether it's a way out, just to vent, or what. I wonder if there is anyone who truly understands my plight without the need to belittle me. If anyone knows any genuine and trusted rulings that could lighten my burden, I would be open to that. I just ask that you all keep me in your duas to help me with such a trivial issue.