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AISHAT'S STORY ON HER JOURNEY TO ISLAM
By: Captshittu Date: February 14, 2018, 4:37 pm
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[font=andale mono]AISHAT'S STORY ON HER JOURNEY TO ISLAM[/font]
My name is Aisha and I was born in 1990 and without eyesight, in
Sanford, Florida. When I was around 2 years old, I went to live
with my grandmother in Las Vegas. I grew up in a non-religious
household. I lived with my grandmother until she died when I was
20.
I had no brothers or sisters. I couldn�t live with my mother
because she was constantly in and out of jail for substance
abuse, etc.
Growing up without vision, my Grandma taught me to be
headstrong, do what I wanted to do, achieve all my dreams, and
not to let anything get in my way. I went to Sunday school in
her Unitarian church, where I would meet friends and have a good
time. Holidays, such as Easter and Christmas were just a day for
me to get lots of presents and eat lots of sweets.
When I was about ten years old, my Grandma wanted me to go to
the best school for the blind in the States, so we packed our
bags and boxes, and moved to St. Augustine, FL where the Florida
School for the Deaf and the Blind is.
During middle school I was an all-star goal ball player. Goal
ball is a game where you are blind folded, three members on each
team, it is set in an indoor basketball court. They would have
tape with string on the floors, so players can feel where they
are. You have a ball with bells in it and the object of the game
is to get that ball into the goals. The objective is to block
the goals of the opposing team.
A Muslim girl came to our school for a little while, but it
never clicked to me. We always made fun of her voice and the way
she talked. There was also a little boy who was leaving our
school and going back to Egypt who was Muslim as well.
In December 2007, my grandmother took my friend and me on a tour
to Europe. The tour included a visit to Morocco. I thought
Morocco was amazing, the Arabic language intrigued me, the men
were polite and the food was fantastic.
Our tour guide introduced himself to us as Ali. I was very
interested in why he said Allah and what did it mean? He told me
he is Muslim and that Allah means God and he worships Allah and
no one else and Muhammad S.A.W is the messenger of God.
However, it didn�t really interest me until I came back to the
States and I wanted to do a story about an Arab lady who is
abused by her husband. So naturally, I had to look into Islam
because I thought Islam is why women are treated badly. I
researched about the clothing, language, what men wore, what
women wore, why women wore what they wore and of course, Islam
vas a whole.
For a year, I stopped doing my story and committed myself to
looking at Islam. It amazed me. Everything made sense. We
worship only one God and Muhammad is the last messenger of
Allah. I read where Jesus stood in Islam, because although I
didn�t grow up with any religious views, I still tried to pray
to him. However, when I read that there is only one God and
Muhammad is the messenger of Allah, it really lifted my spirits.
Everything made sense. Every time I would read about Islam,
something was pulling me closer and closer, as if you are going
on an airplane somewhere far away and you are almost at the end
of the trip and you are about to get off. I felt like I was
being pulled towards that plane, not getting off, but jumping
on.
A lady I knew talked about her daughter who reverted to Islam.
She was a strong Catholic, so she had all the misconceptions
about Islam imaginable and she hated her daughter. I decided to
visit her daughter. When at her daughter�s house, I asked the
basic questions, even though I knew the answers, but I wanted to
see what a real Muslim would say, not just what was written in
articles or internet. Her information was similar to mine and
she added a bit more information. For a few weeks, I would see
her at the library and she would give me CDs.
During a visit to my Uncle in New Jersey with my grandmother, I
woke up one morning, five days before Christmas, with a strong
feeling that something interesting was going to happen that day.
I called my friend up and said, �I want to convert to Islam.�
She was very happy, however, asked me a few questions to make
sure I understood correctly. When I confirmed everything that I
knew, she said repeat after me and then I took my Shahadah. I
felt so good! Goosebumps ran up my arms and legs. I jumped in
the shower; however, the feeling never vanished.
I was a little nervous to tell my Grandma. I did and she was
scared at first thinking I would be mistreated and abused, but I
gave her the right articles to read and she was reassured. In
January, I met another sister who gave me headscarves and taught
me how to pray. At the time I was already wearing skirts and
blouses. I was terrified to go to high school because I was the
only person who was visually impaired and now I would be the
only Muslim! However, I went and although some people stayed
away from me, I had an overall good experience.
Alhamdulillah, I have been a Muslim for four years now. Even
though I have been through ups and downs, just like any Muslim,
I have always grown stronger in my Eeman. I now wear niqab and
feel like my life is complete. I strive to spread the message of
Islam. Try and get others to realize the beauty of Islam and how
much happier they would be!
Islam, I believe, has saved me from the life I would have taken.
Allah is so merciful and a lot of times we take this for
granted. We need to realize that Allah is always with us no
matter where we go and He is so gracious! Allah Akbar. May Allah
keep guiding us all and guide the misguided ones back to Islam.
Aameen.
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