Can’t stop thinking about when Conor offered Khabib alcohol at the pre-fight press conference and Khabib said, “I don’t drink.” Conor says, “Why don’t you drink? I bet you’re some buzz at parties you mad backwards c***!”
That had to have struck a chord with every Muslim kid in public school who said “I don’t drink, I don’t date, I don’t engage in premarital sex” and was met with jeers, weird looks, and made to feel like an overall outcast.
That’s why I love Khabib. Showed young Muslims that there’s nothing wrong with being an outcast in society of degenerates. At the weigh-in:
1) Conor strips down to his underwear to flaunt the body he’s worked so hard to get.
2) Women dolled up on stage and made to wear barely anything so that they may be objectified by the UFC’s majority-male fan base.
3) Everyone is drinking and hollering like rabid dogs.
In the midst of all that, Khabib shows up, fully-clothed with his head covered. Keeps his gaze averted from what he shouldn’t be seeing. The demeanor of a lion amongst a pack of rabid, barking dogs, and he publicly invokes the name of Allah, declaring himself an outcast who is a proud Muslim in the middle of this degeneracy. Then he proceeds to promise them that he’s going to tear their golden boy to shreds, and the following day, he fulfilled that promise, because a Muslim always keeps their promise.
A lesson to all the Muslim kids who’re tired of being made to feel like weirdos: don’t just go along with whatever the crowd says or does. Follow the path laid out for us by Allah and His Messenger ﷺ, beat them at their own game, and solidify yourself as the new standard for what it takes to succeed.
