I was not born a Muslim. In fact, I had not really heard a lot about Islam (good or bad) until the age of 15. I had moved to a new town to escape bullying and racial discrimination and was attending a new school. I was not treated much better at the new school either…that is until the day that was to begin my journey to Islam.
Growing up I went through many style phases. I liked the Indian style, the gothic style, and the tomboy style. Now at my brand new school I had tapped into to the world of Bohemia. Being black and in an urban school I was tormented daily. Girls would throw food on my long flowing skirts or even step on them. If I was wearing a long gypsy styled scarf you can bet that someone was pulling it. Then there were the comments. After a while it became just too much for me and I had resorted to not even caring to express myself through style. I just wore jeans and a t-shirt or something baggy. Then I met her…
She was older than me by about 2 years and she was so confident in herself that nothing seemed to phase her. She always was covered, but her style was so amazing. And…she was the first muslim girl I had even seen in person.
We had a computer class together and one day she just walked over to me and sat down. She just looked at me for the longest time, then finally she asked me the strangest question, “Are you happy?”
Not really knowing what she was talking about I just said yeah and in my head I was thinking, “okay, this chick is weird.” She went back to her own desk that day but the next day I was in for a shocker.
I was sitting in my geometry glass when this girl pocked her head through the door and asked my teacher if she could take me out of class. My teacher actually agreed (if you can believe it). This girl took me into the ESOL room that was empty and pulled out a yellow, orange, and purple messenger bag . She handed me the bag and told me to look through it. In it were three books: Preform wudu as the Prophet Did, The Guide to Prayer, and The Truth Of Islam. She told me to keep the books and the bag and if I had any questions to come find her. I actually took the stuff home and it sat for about a month until one sunday when my father forced me to attend a church service. Ironically the sermon was about how the preacher was glad he wasn’t a muslim! Okay so when I got hoe the first thing I picked up was The Truth Of Islam. I read and re-read it and that day I made up my mind. I wanted to be muslim and I was going to be………
(to be continued)