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?

Someone told me it was unusual for Muslim 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 humblest of all seekers of knowledge, the one who neither criticises nor belittles. The one who knows her place as a lifelong student, even if she’s a teacher.
The one who always begins her questions with, “I would like to seek your opinion on this matter”, instead of “I disagree with you on what you’ve uttered.”