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My Marriage Story

Hello all, hope this post finds you well!

I know I have mentioned my husband a couple of times on this blog, and just recently I shared a post about how I am staying in Algeria with him and his family for a kind of extended visit. I figure by this time you are all dying to know all of the juicy details.

But you don’t get to, sorry. I seek to find the very delicate balance on this blog of sharing my life with you and keeping what needs to be private to myself, and my marriage is one of those things that belongs in the more personal part of my life.

But I did want to share some more general things about my marriage Continue reading “My Marriage Story”

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My Hijab Story

In last week’s story, I left off when I had just taken my testimony of faith. Maybe some people would like to see that as a dreamy ending to a fairytale-like story, much like many people think that a marriage is all about having a big, beautiful wedding, but really that was just the beginning of what should be a lifelong journey.

The next big step I took in my journey was the hijab, or headscarf.

From the beginning, putting on the hijab was something that was present in my mind. At first there was a lot of resistance; I loved my signature style: cute dresses, tights and cardigans. And I was terrified of what my family and friends would say to see me make such a momentous and visible change. As time went on, though, I began to realise that the only way I could feel comfortable embracing Islam is to embrace ALL of Islam, and that meant the hijab, too. Continue reading “My Hijab Story”

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My Shahada Story

When I left off last week, I had just gotten back to university and began to exercise my freedom by joining the Muslim Students’ Association.

I met some very interesting people, a couple of whom are still good friends to this day. I began attending Friday prayers and learning to pray…first once a day, then adding in another, and another until I was praying five times a day.

Around October I began to also fast on Mondays and Thursdays, and pray extra prayers throughout the day.

By November, I was pretty much a full-on practising Muslim. All that was missing was an official testimony of faith. Continue reading “My Shahada Story”

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My Convert Story

So, this week I am trying something a little different.

If you have been reading my few posts so far, you have probably found that a lot of what I want to talk about has to do with the more negative side of things that I have experienced as an American convert to Islam (an alternative title idea for this blog was “The Grumpy Muslimah”). You probably think that I am some sort of revolutionary, out to take over the world and change the way Muslim converts are treated in society…

Well, that is kind of true-I would love to start a revolution to change the way converts are seen and treated in Muslim and non-Muslim societies. I am highly passionate about raising awareness of many of the negative experiences I go through as a convert and I hope that in doing so I can open up a space of discussion for Muslims, convert and not, and non-Muslims alike.

But as to the rest, there are also so many amazing parts to the story that I feel like I am not telling.

So, this post is going to be the first of three posts where I tell my story, Continue reading “My Convert Story”