Anonymous asked:<p>People say if you truly liked a boy, you would’nt like another boy. But what if you only liked the other boy because of all the sweet things he did? Who should be picked?? the first boy or the 2nd?</p>
like is different from love. if you truly love someone, you won’t get confused about your feelings with someone else.
but if you only like a certain someone because of the sweet things he did and does, ask yourself this: will you still like him if he doesn’t do those things anymore? do the same thing about the second.
anyhow, when you truly love someone you know that you are really in love with him/her. you don’t need to choose and be confused.
Someone please reblog this - it cannot stay on my blog for very long.→
“The Jews and Christians will never be pleased with you until you follow their way…”
al-Qur’an, Sura 2:120I have been dropping hints for a few months now to my mother, that I was looking into Islam. I’ve always had problems reading, but, ever since I started reading the Qur’an, I feel I have changed. I can read it perfectly fine, just like anyone can read any other book. I always struggled with this. On the 7th of November, 2011, I finally took the final step - I said the shahada, and converted mash’Allah.
My mother’s family is strictly born-again Christian. I live with my mother, because my family divorced when I was 7. My sister and mother fought all the time; my sister moved out, leaving only me and my now 9-year-old brother. I have been struggling with my religion ever since I can remember, always fearing going to hell, not being good enough. Because that was what I was taught; how I was raised. Only the elite few go to heaven - right? The Christians that don’t repent their sins shall never inherit the kingdom of Heaven - right? I never felt good enough. For years, I had trouble sleeping, being left alone, and in general fearing death.
My mother recently went through many pages of my blog and found out that I had officially converted to Islam. I received a text while at a wedding last night, saying: “What does it mean on your blog? You are an Allah believing convert? Do you not believe in Jesus? Just trying to understand.” and then another one shortly after: “Oh I get it now. I have been reading your blog.” That sounds… kind of accepting, right? I wish that that wasn’t the way my mother found out about my new, life-changing Islamic faith, of course. But, at the same time, it sounded like she was almost accepting of it, or she had already prepared herself for it, or something.
Today around 9am my mother came into my bedroom. “So, what’s going on with you? What is this about Islam? So you don’t believe in Jesus Christ anymore?” Of course I felt a bit uncomfortable, but I replied, “I believe he was a prophet, but not the son of God. No one is comparable to God.” (al-Qur’an, Sura 120:4. I just read it yesterday, mash’Allah.) She then started making many smart remarks like “Okay, so you don’t believe Jesus Christ is the son of God. Which he is. But okay.” She continued with a few more anti-Islamic remarks. Then, she proceeded: “I am the owner of this house, and this house will serve Jesus Christ, and him only. I will not tolerate any worship of any other religions here. If I see any Islamic worshipping going on, you will need to get out. I don’t know what they do, but if I see you doing anything that I don’t think is worshipping Jesus, you will need to find another place to live.” She also went on, talking about how she did not want me to “corrupt” my brother, or talking about my new-found faith, and more. After a few more anti-Islamic, Jesus Christ-relating comments, she got up and left the room.
I’ve had a few other personal struggles in my life that she has disagreed with. But never had she gone so far as to threaten to kick me out of my house. And it wasn’t even a threat. This is real.
But what she doesn’t know is: I’m not going to hide my Qur’an. Of course, I’m not going to go around the house screaming about how great Islam is, and how much I’ve already changed for the better, etc. She may have no respect for me and my religion, but I’m not going to be a hypocrite and disrespect her and her religion. I understand that she wants to keep her youngest son a Christian.
I’m not going to stop praying, I’m not going to stop reading, I’m not going to stop worshipping. I may do it in the privacy of my own room - but I will not stop. I will still wear a kufi whenever I leave my house (once they come in the mail insha’Allah…), I will still praise God.
I want this to be reblogged. I don’t want it to be reblogged for “attention”. I want it to be reblogged, in order to spread my story to fellow brothers and sisters, especially converts. Everyone should know that, when hardships come up like this, Allah is testing us and we shall not stop praising Him, alhamdulillah!
Therefore, I sincerely pray that this story will spread. I will be deleting it from my page shortly - I know that my mother will not stop watching my blog now that she knows about my conversion.Thank you so much, everyone. Remember: never give up hope! God will never leave us in the dark without a light switch nearby.
