There is a great moral in this story. Everyone, especially Muslims, should understand that people love or hate you not because of your religion. They see what you do for them and how you make them feel. No one has a problem with your religion per se. No one resents your culture, your Urdu, your ghazal, qawwali, and cuisine. Haven't you seen how they love this — sometimes, despite you.
No one hates the Taj Mahal. At their vilest, they want to appropriate it. No one hated President Kalam. (You did. Introspect, why?) Till not long ago, the beard was a sign of graceful aging and genteelness of manners. It was respected. So was burqa as a mark of a respectable family. Perception changed because their meaning did. You imbued them with the novel, fearsome semiotics. Reprehensible things were done by men with beards like you. Or, you started sporting beards like them. Whatever it was, the coincidence couldn't be missed.
As Dadhi - Burqa the revolution changed the landscape, the mindscape was bound to change. Look, Sikhs have longer beards, and Christian nuns are more modestly dressed. No one has a problem with them. They run schools, colleges, hospitals and charities. They serve people. Does your beard or hijab mean service and charity? If they do, the world is certainly wrong in hating you. If they don't, think! — Who Will Cry When You Die?
Blood is red irrespective of religion and we should all learn to coexist like we have traders from all religions and getting benefitted with our stock market tomorrow predictions as stock market profit never asks your religion as at the end of the day the profit in hand is the actual profit.