I bumped into him on my way to the JK where I left my Islamic literature books, remembering that suhayl never kept it in his bag because he said it was disrespect. I greeted him and he greeted back his eyes fixed on the ground and not even halting for a moment. As I read ayats of the Quran about how valuable a Muslim women is it dawned upon me that in Islam, women’s modesty as well as men is vital and that pre-marital relationships are haraam to protect a women izzat. I guess it was this few verses that transformed my life and brought the light of iman in my darkened soul.
I embraced Islam at the hands of a moulana that came from South Africa for Jama’at. “ Ash hadu allah illaha illallah wa’ash hadu ana muhammedin abduhu warasuluh”
Today I am a full hijab sister living with my parents who have Alhamdulillah embraced Islam after much persuasion, I have to admit that convincing them was pretty difficult, but I guess that was my jihad.
As my mum greeted me when I returned from campus, she had a smirk spread across her face.( don’t know if my mum has gotten whiter or it is just me) I guess black hijab does that to you. As we finished clearing the supper table, the doorbell rang. You know the rule in our houses, “If you are the youngest, you have to get the door.”
Sliding the front door open, I saw suhayl and his parents.
What the hell are they doing here?
– YOUR SISTER IN ISLAM