Bismillah al-Rahman al-Raheem
If you have been following my blog since the very beginning, you probably remember me sharing my convert story in a three-part series way back in the day. But for those of you who haven’t been around since the very beginning (probably a large number) or for those who just want to know a little bit more about where I am coming from, I would like to share it again.
I don’t want to give you the watered down, memorised version of my story that you will get if you ask me about it in the grocery store aisle or through the car window while I am waiting for my husband to bring me a hot tea, or even the short, scared-of-vulnerability version that one-year-ago me wrote.
Today I want to share what was going on in my heart while the outside story was playing out around me.
3 January 2014, London, U.K.
A somewhat timid me had just landed in London Heathrow Airport after a gruelling 11 hour flight across the Atlantic. Looking back on myself, I can see just how different I must look now. Then, I was frighteningly thin, my collar bones and facial features standing out against my short dark blonde hair. I don’t remember what I was wearing, but I can imagine it was either a pair of skinny jeans, a cute sweater, and boots and a jacket (I was going to London in January after all), or maybe some wool tights and a cute dress and cardigan.
I had a small green slider phone, a long-term-ish American boyfriend, and a six month study program in the German department of King’s College London. I was nervous and excited all at once, as the immigration officer stamped my passport and sent me off into the big city. “Student Visitor, Six Months Leave to Enter.” Continue reading “Discovering Peace: My Convert Story”