A New Muslim's Diary
The beautiful thing about being a woman in a hijab is that people know you are Muslim. I love wearing the hijab. But I can't seem to muster enough courage to do so.
To the Convert's Parents, InsyaAllah
It's always the people you love most that hurt the most.
I keep my silence, my words to myself.
But why do you mistake my sincerity for arrogance?
I keep my silence, my words to myself.
But why do you mistake my sincerity for arrogance?
When Falsehood Seems like Truth
Iย was invited to join a Facebook page, a โsupport group for Muslim convertsโ a few weeks after my conversion. Those in it seemed so articulate and knowledgeable!ย Butย I didn't know that this was a dangerous way to breed oneโs own version of Islam based on questioning anything that came in the way of cateringย to one'sย nafs. ย How could I, a new, fresh, -gullible!- muslim convert?
It is hard sometimes, when you feel like you're alone in this whole struggle to find God. Yes, God is with me, but it'd be nice to have someone here too.
The Permanence of Loving Temporarily
Do I fear death, or that my loved ones will leave me? Does my love cause me to cling ferociously to them, afraid that something may happen once I lose sight of them? Everything in this world is temporary. What is the meaning of attaining all these, to lose it all in the event of my own death? What have I gained from all of these, when none of these follow me to my grave?
A Muslim in Allah's Eyes... but not in Yours?
"Are you in a rush to convert?" This will be a question forever etched in my memory. Do we, as revert Muslims in Allah's eyes, have to meet your institution's requirements to be recognised as Muslims in YOURย eyes?
The Pen is Mightier than the Sword
Someone told me it was unusual for Muslimย reverts like myself to publish about their journey, about Islam, because they fear saying wrong things. I can't stop writing, though, because I could probably be someone else's only small peephole to what Islam is. But the pen comes with responsibility and a need for adab.
The Wait is one of the most challenging experiences of learning sabr- it is inevitable. But we can become blinded by the thing that we want so badly,ย and ignore the multitude of other blessings that Allah gives us throughout that Wait. And when we don't see it, we are indeed of the ungrateful.
You judge me by what's on my head, So convinced by the rumors which the channels spread. You call me imprisoned, you call me oppressed, merely because of the way I'm dressed. Howย little do you know about with what I've been blessed.