Gifts from My First Year as a Muslim

To say the past year of my life has been transformative would be an understatement. The truth is, the past year has flipped my world upside-down and spun me around. When I look back upon this year it feels like both the longest and shortest year of my life and I honestly don’t know if I would’ve survived it with grace if I hadn’t found Islam. Over the past month, I have reflected a lot on the past year and how much things have changed for me. Islam has given me so many gifts that I can’t even begin to count them all. I feel that it could be useful for me to share some of the incredible gifts I’ve received so that people can understand why I believe that Islam came to me at exactly the right time. I can understand that some people may have thought I rushed into my conversion or that I wasn’t genuine or would give up after a few months. I’m not a perfect person and I’m far from practicing Islam perfectly, but I hold true that Allah’s (ﷻ) all-encompassing Mercy saved me at exactly the right time, and in sha Allah (God-willing) I will have the opportunity to grow even more in my faith. I don’t think it’s possible to rush into the right decision, and when the Truth came to me I felt an obligation to act. Being a convert to Islam is not at all easy, but it’s truly such a gift to know that Allah chose for me to know Him, against all odds, when I was at my most dirty and sinful. I’m often asked if I miss the things I gave up when I decided to devote my life to Allah (ﷻ). I did indeed give up some of my favorite things but every single thing I’ve given up has been replaced with something far greater. Without Allah (ﷻ) I have nothing, yet with Allah (ﷻ) I have everything I need. Here are just a few of the many gifts I have received through my conversion to Islam…

Peace

Since I took my shahada (declaration of faith) 1 year ago everything has felt lighter. My anxiety has decreased and I carry fewer of the burdens I used to shamefully drag through every day of my life. I attribute this newfound peace to the comfort that I can only find in the presence of my Creator. It’s clear to me now why Allah (ﷻ) commands all Muslims to abandon the world 5 times per day to submit to Him. Five times per day Allah(ﷻ) calls me to Him and the world does not matter. Before my conversion, I thought 5 times per day was so extreme and unnecessary. Praying that often seemed more like a chore than worship. This past year has taught me that proclaiming Allah’s (ﷻ) greatness and mercy and power while bowing down to Him 5 times per day was something I needed more than the breath in my lungs or food in my stomach. I think Allah (ﷻ) knows how forgetful humans are and that’s why He demands 5 daily prayers. These prayers remind us constantly of Allah’s (ﷻ) presence, for our own sake. Prayer brings with it the gift of peace because no matter what happens in my life I’m still always reminded, 5 times per day, that this world is not my home. Prayer is the tiny taste of home I get every day when I force myself to quiet out the entire world and focus on something eternal. There will never be peace in this world, consequently, true peace in my heart can never be achieved by chasing the world. The peace that Allah (ﷻ) had reserved for me was always there, I only had to reach out and take it. 

وَٱللَّهُ يَدْعُوٓا۟ إِلَىٰ دَارِ ٱلسَّلَـٰمِ وَيَهْدِى مَن يَشَآءُ إِلَىٰ صِرَٰطٍۢ مُّسْتَقِيمٍۢ

صدق الله العظيم

And Allah invites ˹all˺ to the Home of Peace and guides whoever He wills to the Straight Path.

Quran 10.25

Truth

Living my life as a Christian I always had some form of lingering curiosity that made me ponder uncertainties that I couldn’t find the answers to within the Bible. I think that this world is not altogether about getting answers to all our questions. Yet, even so, I feel that Islam has allowed me to be privy to wisdom unexplored by myself before. Although I am a former Christian and I spent 21 years practicing the faith in varying degrees, I refuse to be known as an “ex-Christian”. I find this term insulting both to me and Christians alike. I only say this because I’ve discovered that it’s very common for people who leave Islam to identify as “ex-Muslims” and spend much time and energy criticizing Islam. Please remember me for what I am, rather than what I used to be. I know that I often mention Christian beliefs or compare Christianity to Islam, but in the end, I am Muslim. I am just as Muslim as anyone who was born with the words “ašhadu ʾan lā ʾilāha ʾilla -llāhu, wa-ʾašhadu ʾanna muḥammadan rasūlu -llāh” (I testify that there is no god but Allah and Muhamad is His Messenger) whispered in their ear from the moment they took their first breath. I am so grateful for the journey I was able to take to find the Truth in such an unconventional way. Every single day I get to reach for that Truth even more. I understood the day I took my shahada that this truth was one I would have to fight for. The world around me says my faith is misguided, primitive, and oppressive. The world is so quick to dismiss something they have no knowledge of. I too, dismissed the whole of Islam without a second thought for many years. I lived in the dark for so long and now the Truth is so much clearer. I think that’s what makes converts to Islam so special. Many people have told me over the past year that I seem to know more about Islam than born Muslims. I think that’s true for so many other converts. Born Muslims simply can’t understand what it’s like to live in the dark for most of your life and then finally have your eyes introduced to the light. It’s something that makes you so thirsty for knowledge and so driven towards the biggest missing piece that was absent from your heart for so long. No one, including myself, can claim the ability to fearlessly search the Truth except by the guidance of Allah (ﷻ). Surely the Truth has guided me yet without Allah I am nothing.

ٱلْحَمْدُ لِلَّهِ ٱلَّذِى هَدَىٰنَا لِهَـٰذَا وَمَا كُنَّا لِنَهْتَدِىَ لَوْلَآ أَنْ هَدَىٰنَا ٱللَّهُ ۖ

صدق الله العظيم

Praise be to Allah for guiding us to this. We would have never been guided if Allah had not guided us.

Quran 7.43

Empowerment

Growing up I was constantly led to believe that Western society was the benchmark for female empowerment. As if no other society would ever come close giving women the same freedoms they are afforded in the West. I was told that women in other countries required liberation and that liberation came in the form of less clothing. Perhaps people think Muslim women talk about their hijabs too much and to be honest, maybe we do, but it’s only because we have to. There are still so many misconceptions in the world about the hijab and its symbolism that I’m reminded every single day what a privilege it is to have the right to wear the piece of clothing that empowers me the most in my university, in my workplace, and in my country. And so as long as the right to have the choice to wear a hijab, niqab, burka, etc is up for debate, rather than an unequivocal human right, I will continue to speak about how my hijab empowers me. At its core, my hijab is symbolic of my obedience to Allah, and for me, that’s reason enough for me to wear it and be proud and unapologetic about it. I’m reminded today that this day (February 28th) is not only the day I proclaimed my obedience to Allah(ﷻ) but it is also the day I decided I would start wearing the hijab. My hijab was only one of the first ways I began to understand the empowered position Islam has provided to women. In Islam, I’m no longer tied to the cultural and societal standards that determine if women are equal humans or not. My rights as a woman are cemented in the Quran and anyone who attempts to take them away will face Allah (ﷻ) on the Day of Judgment. I no longer have to wonder about my equality with men and I can instead praise Allah for all the unique ways women are dignified in Islam; ways that Western culture continues to fail women in.

The following verse expresses women’s equality with men in every single aspect of worship…

إِنَّ الْمُسْلِمِينَ وَالْمُسْلِمَاتِ وَالْمُؤْمِنِينَ وَالْمُؤْمِنَاتِ وَالْقَانِتِينَ وَالْقَانِتَاتِ وَالصَّادِقِينَ وَالصَّادِقَاتِ وَالصَّابِرِينَ وَالصَّابِرَاتِ وَالْخَاشِعِينَ وَالْخَاشِعَاتِ وَالْمُتَصَدِّقِينَ وَالْمُتَصَدِّقَاتِ وَالصَّائِمِينَ وَالصَّائِمَاتِ وَالْحَافِظِينَ فُرُوجَهُمْ وَالْحَافِظَاتِ وَالذَّاكِرِينَ اللَّهَ كَثِيرًا وَالذَّاكِرَاتِ أَعَدَّ اللَّهُ لَهُم مَّغْفِرَةً وَأَجْرًا عَظِيمًا

صدق الله العظيم

Surely ˹for˺ Muslim men and women, believing men and women, devout men and women, truthful men and women, patient men and women, humble men and women, charitable men and women, fasting men and women, men and women who guard their chastity, and men and women who remember Allah often—for ˹all of˺ them Allah has prepared forgiveness and a great reward.

Quran 33.35

Conclusion

One year is not a particularly long time but for me, this past year has been so revolutionary. Every day I’m like a child waking up and just trying to get more questions answered as I fall deeper in love with my faith daily. This one-year milestone feels huge to me because I know so many people doubted my sincerity but now I feel like I have nothing to prove to anyone around me, but everything to prove to my Creator. I feel so thankful to have the opportunity to openly practice my faith, as that’s not always the case with many converts to Islam. This list is just the tiniest fraction of all of the gifts Allah (ﷻ) has given me and I’m so excited to see what is planned for the future. I haven’t posted much on my blog this past year because I thought it was really important for me to spend as much time as possible reflecting and getting better acquainted with Allah’s (ﷻ) presence in my life. In the coming months, I hope to post a bit more, in sha Allah

To anyone who has gotten this far in this post… If you are Muslim, I hope this encourages you to reach out the Allah (ﷻ) and discover the gifts He has given you through His presence in your life. If you’re not Muslim, I encourage you to pick up a Quran and discover what Islam is truly about. It might just surprise you in the same way it surprised me not too long ago.

في أمان الله (Be with the safety of Allah…)

Islamic Resources for Reverts

I’ve officially been a Muslim for almost a year and I can confidently say I have absolutely no regrets about my decision. Islam has given me so much peace during this insanely difficult time in the world and I honestly don’t know what I would’ve done if I hadn’t found Islam when I did. Over the past year, it’s become very clear to me that being a revert to Islam is a completely different experience compared to being born into a Muslim family. I won’t say one is better than the other, they’re just different experiences. For me being a revert is so special. It’s amazing to think about how Allah perfectly planned for my life to lead to Islam against all of the odds. Islam found me when I was more attached to this fleeting world than I had ever been in my entire life. I was shown what a gift and great relief it is to be rooted in something eternal. I think reverts are so special because we all have unique stories and unlikely paths that directed us to Allah. The hard journey reverts take to find Islam does not end after taking the shahada. In fact, the journey grows more difficult. Some reverts face issues with family or work. Some are not accepted into the Muslim community. Some face problems with breaking the habits of their old life. It can honestly be a bit isolating at times. For me, I felt even more isolated due to the COVID lockdown immediately following my conversion. I still have yet to go to the mosque as a new Muslim so opportunities for engagement with the rest of the Muslim community are limited. Looking back at my journey as a new Muslim, I was thinking of all of the things that had slightly frustrated me at the beginning of my journey and I realized that there may be other people out there struggling with the same issues. Several of my biggest problems could’ve easily been solved if I had just known the best sites online for my needs. For that reason, I’ve created this post just to maybe help some other reverts out by showing some of my favorite resources. However, the internet can be a scary place, especially when it comes to information about Islam. During my early research, I often found sites on two sides of the spectrum. One side being Islamophobic sites publishing out-of-context Quran verses or bogus statistics on terrorism. The other type of sites I would often find were ones ran by apparently uneducated Muslims answering people’s questions about Islam (completely anonymously and without any accountability). These sites often undermined women’s rights in Islam, and one such site I visited even advocated for the circumcision of females, a practice that has no basis in Islam and comes from a few Hadith that were declared unauthentic years ago. Either side of this spectrum is filled with so much misinformation that I became so frustrated that I didn’t speak Arabic and couldn’t have access to better resources. I’m sure so many other reverts understand this struggle so I’d like to share some websites I have tried and can say I trust. I have no connection to these sites and none of this post is sponsored, I just honestly want to share what I have found to be so helpful. You can easily reach any of these sites by simply clicking on the appropriate photo.I have also added a small glossary of Islamic terms at the end of this post that I think will be useful. Good luck with your journey as a new Muslim and may Allah grant you ease, in sha Allah.

For Reading the Quran

This website is truly amazing. I certainly prefer reading the Quran from a paper book but I also really love this resource so much because it has so many features. The first thing I love about this site is that you have so many different options as far as translations and reciters. There are about a dozen different translations for just English alone! Plus many more languages, often offering more than one translation. I really love trying to read Surah Al-Kahf in a different translation every Friday because it helps me grasp the meaning better, even if I can’t read the original Arabic. This site is also great just for listening to the Quran and I often enjoy listening to the Quran in Arabic and reading along in English. Another great feature is that you can examine the Arabic text very easily. Just hover your mouse over an Arabic word and it gives you the exact translation of the single word. If you press on the word then it pronounces it slowly for you. This is especially helpful with Quran memorization. The final feature that I love is the “Surah Info” tab towards the right. Pressing this will pull up lots of information about the background of the surah as well as guidance with reading the text. I strongly recommend using this resource when you have questions about exactly what you are reading in the Quran because it’s definitely not an easy or simple text to read. The Quran can easily be misunderstood, same as any other historical document.

For Memorizing the Quran

I was honestly so excited when I found this website. It has helped me so much with memorizing the Quran and I wish I had known about it when I first converted. Memorizing Surah al-Fatiha was probably one of the most difficult things I’ve done in my life. Yes, I know that sounds super dramatic, but it’s true and I’m sure there are so many other reverts out there who feel the same way. If you’re struggling with memorizing even a single ayat, you’re not alone. Quran memorization is difficult for Arabic speakers and it’s especially difficult for non-Arabic speakers. This website will make things a bit easier for you in sha Allah. The site has so many different options including picking different reciters and speeds. You also have the option for the reciter to repeat a given ayat or surah over and over again to assist with repetition. It also lets you read along in Arabic to help you understand what all of the Arabic characters sound like. I really wish I had known about this site when I had started memorizing al-Fatiha because I’m sure it would have sped up the process a lot.

For Finding Hadith

My initial experience with Hadith was honestly very frustrating. Hadith is very important in Islam because it’s the second most important compilation of writings just behind the Quran itself. Unfortunately, authentic Hadith can be difficult to find when you can’t read Arabic. When I first started researching Hadith I would often have to copy the Arabic text and paste it into Google Translate. I do not recommend doing this because it can easily foster so many misunderstandings. After all, Google Translate is not equipped to instantly translate a highly important text from over 1,000 years ago. After much searching and trial and error, I found sunnah.com and it’s now the main place I turn to to find Hadith. I love this website because it has good English translations but also has the original Arabic so you can always ask a native Arabic speaker to help you if the English translation is not good. This particular site also offers translations in Urdu. I also love this resource because it’s so easy to figure out if the Hadith is genuine. Whenever you’re viewing a Hadith all you have to do is look in the bottom left corner for the “grade”. Here are the explanations for each grade you may come across in Hadith.

A “Sahih” grade means that the Hadith is accepted as authentic by scholars.

A “Hasan” grade means that the Hadith is fairly strong but cannot be deemed unquestionably authentic.

A “Daif” grade means that the Hadith is weak and there are many doubts among scholars about it’s authenticity.

These are the most common grades you may run into. Try to only focus on Hadith that have the sahih rating. There are plenty of sahih-rated Hadith, so it’s really not necessary to look at the Hadith that can’t be trusted 100%. I would recommend researching the Hadith of other grades after becoming familiar with sahih Hadith. This site is great because it allows you to search all the main books of Hadith at once and will give you the Hadith in English as well as the original Arabic. I always like having the original Arabic because sometimes the English translation doesn’t make complete sense so I can simply save the Arabic and have it interpreted by an Arabic speaker.

For Islamic Education

Honestly there are a lot of pretty amazing resources and websites out there that provide great information on Islam in English but the Yaqeen Institute for Islamic Research is always my go-to for so many reasons. First, I love that this site has videos, detailed papers, infographics, and more in order to present material in a range of different mediums. There are short informational videos on a topic, and it’s accompanied by a long research paper that sites every single Hadith and verse from the Quran referred to in the video. It also breaks the verses down and logically presents the evidence surrounding the given topic. It’s just so helpful to me that I can watch a video and get the information I wanted really quickly but I also have the option to go back and examine everything. The site is also very transparent about who its scholars are and what their credentials are. I really like that it’s very easy to find information about the history of Islam or theology but there’s also a lot of information about Islam in the 21st century and how to apply Islamic principles into our everyday lives. I can truly recommend this resource to anyone, whether you are born a Muslim or are new to the study of Islam.

For Learning to Pray

Learning how to pray is by far the most daunting, but rewarding challenge I faced as a revert Muslim. First I had to learn how to perform ablution and memorize the order of the steps. Then I had to memorize the steps involved in salah including how many rakat and what to say at each step. For a new Muslim, I highly recommend making the 5 daily prayers an immediate and permeant part of your daily routine. Get into the habit of forming your day around your prayers and make up any late prayers as soon as possible and never go to bed without fulfilling your obligation of the 5 prayers. Everyone makes mistakes or gets lazy, but you should make a great effort to perform your prayers every single day. Even if you’ve gotten into the habit of missing prayers, you should focus on the future and build a strong connection with Allah through daily prayers. Reverts to Islam will experience great difficulty making a habit of praying because it’s undeniably difficult when Arabic is not your native language. Do not be discouraged. It took me months to memorize al Fatiha perfectly and I constantly had to remind myself that beating myself up over my lack of progress would accomplish nothing. Everyone has their own journey and day by day things will get easier, in sha Allah. In my first month of praying I couldn’t say hardly anything in Arabic. The method that worked for me to build up my confidence in praying was using guided YouTube videos. The link to the videos I used is here. I loved these videos because they go through every step slowly and the reciter has a beautiful and calming voice. All I had to do was pull up the video on my phone, put the phone at the end of my prayer mat, and press play. I could focus on every word and work on committing it to memory every single day, five times a day. It’s also great because there is a separate video for every prayer of the day so you don’t have to remember how many rakat to do at a particular time. After a few weeks, I found myself reciting the words with the video and not needing to look at the screen to know what step to do. It’s like training wheels for praying. However, I do want to stress that just like no one keeps their training wheels on their bike forever, in the same way, you should not plan on using the videos long-term. Use them for a few weeks and then work on praying without the videos or turning the volume down so that you have to recite by yourself. Eventually, you won’t need the videos at all anymore, in sha Allah.

For Wearing Hijab

There’s a lot of pressure on revert women to start wearing hijab immediately after saying the shahada, and while I do personally believe that is the best way and it was the path I took, I understand the difficulties revert women face. Revert women don’t have the same luxuries that born-Muslim girls have. We don’t get the ease into wearing a hijab and practice when we’re young. We don’t have a mother there to guide us on the best styles or buy scarves for us. Most of the time revert women are completely on their own and there’s a lot of pressure from the Muslim community to wear it immediately. Don’t get me wrong, hijab is a requirement for every Muslim woman but I think the Muslim community could do a better job at understanding the hurdles reverts have to overcome. I was lucky because there were no issues within my work or family in my choice to wear the hijab, but this isn’t always the case with every woman. I still had a hijab journey like any other Muslim. I didn’t start wearing loose dresses and a perfect hijab overnight. In fact, it was impossible because most of my clothes were too tight or didn’t cover properly and I didn’t have tons of extra money to buy beautiful abayas. Keep in mind that I was living in Poland during the time of my conversion so it wasn’t even possible for me to go to any sort of Islamic dress shop like they have in the Middle-East. There are things I wore immediately after my conversion that I wouldn’t wear today. I’m okay with my journey and how I wasn’t perfect at the beginning and I’m still not perfect now. I’m still on my hijab journey and I’d love to help other reverts start or continue their hijab journey. Wearing a hijab is a challenge but it shouldn’t be overly complicated and difficult so I’d like to share some of the things over learned that I think could ease the burden for other revert Muslims.

The first brand I can recommend is Zahraa the Label. This brand didn’t exist when I converted in February of 2019 but it’s officially my favorite place to buy hijabs and accessories. The first reason is the price. There are so many great hijab companies all over the world but many of them are outside of my price range. This brand has high quality hijabs that are actually affordable. They aren’t as cheap as hijabs you may find that are made in China but trust me, if you invest in like 5 amazing hijabs you’ll be so thankful in the long run. Zahraa the Label is the best because, not only can you get hijabs, but you can get under-scarves. My favorite under-scarf is the one that covers the neck too. It’s really difficult to find these and the neck covering is amazing because you can be assured that you’re wearing the hijab properly, the way the Quran instructs, all day, and don’t have to constantly check and make sure your neck isn’t showing. Also, I can’t even describe the fabric of the under-scarves; it’s buttery soft, doesn’t pill, and comes in several great colors. The hijabs this brand sells are unfortunately only chiffon. I know many people prefer materials like viscose and jersey but I really don’t wear these fabrics often so I can’t recommend anything. I think chiffon is a great material, especially if you’re new to wearing hijab because it will go with all of your outfits and it looks so beautiful and polished. It’s lightweight so I often forget I’m even wearing a hijab. They have dozens of colors, I got one in the “modest nude” and I honestly think I usually wear that hijab 5 times a week. The final game-changer that I love about this brand is the two for $10 hijab magnets. Don’t even bother trying to use pins, they’ll just ruin your hijabs. These magnets are so strong and are currently the cheapest hijab magnets I can find. Most brands sell them for 12-15 dollars for a two-pack. They take some getting used to cause they’re a bit difficult to properly pull apart and then put together to hold your hijab in place. If any of these products are slightly out of your price range, don’t worry. The site has sales all of the time so you never have to pay full price.

Extra: Islamic Vocabulary

When I was considering converting to Islam I was, naturally, doing a ton of research on the religion and its practices, but sometimes I felt so lost in the terminology. You see, some Arabic words used in Islam just don’t translate to English at all so Muslims just use the Arabic word. This was really confusing to me because I kept forgetting the meanings of particular words or mixing them up. For that reason, I’ve compiled a little list of some of the most common words/phrases you’ll see in your research that will be of great benefit to memorize.

Alahakbar: “Allah is the Greatest”

Alhamdulillah: “Praise be to Allah”

Ayat: a verse in the Quran

Dua: a prayer of supplication or request (this can be prayed in your native language)

Hadith: writings on the words/traditions of Prophet Muhammadﷺ

Hajj: pilgrimage to Mecca required of every Muslim

Halal: permissible in Islam

Haram: sinful, unpermissible

Iftar: meal consumed at sunset to break the fast during Ramadan

Imam: main worship leader/scholar in a mosque

In sha Allah: God-Willing

Salat/Salah: prayer

Shahada: declaration of faith

Sheikh: scholar

Subhanallah: “Glory to Allah”

Suhoor: early morning meal consumed before sunrise before fasting

Sunnah: practices of Prophet Muhammadﷺ

Surah: a chapter in the Quran

Zakat: charity required of every Muslim

This is by no means a comprehensive list, but these are the terms I came into contact with the most that I wish I had memorized the meanings early on.

Disclaimer: I have no connection to any of these sites/brands and I’m making no money from this post. These are all just my honest opinions about things that have helped me as a revert 🙂

5 Myths I Believed about Islam

It’s strange for me to think that my first small encounter with Islam happened just over 2 years ago. I was in my last couple months of college, very involved at my church and planning my first trip across the Atlantic Ocean alone. Making my weekly trip to the thrift store I, of course, stood in the book section looking for new treasures to take home. I must’ve picked up a couple 99 cent paperbacks of English classics before I moved over to the nonfiction shelves. A couple of history books looked promising enough for me to pull from the self and flick through. I continued scanning the shelves and shuffling to the left until I met the dusty corner of books where there is a piece of paper with the word “RELIGION” taped to the self. It’s mostly a bunch of Bibles. I’m sure some well meaning grandmas gave them to someone they love very much. Yet there they sat, by the dozens, for 99 cents or $2, the spine in perfect condition. I scanned the shelf trying to see if there are any books investigating the archaeology or scientific evidence contained in the Bible. This is a bit of a lost cause in the thrift store, as most of the books are from the 90’s and have titles like The Power of Prayer or Do You Hear Me God? (I pulled both of those titles off the top of my head and then looked them up later to discover that they’re both real Christian guide books). In between all of the usual books my eyes fall on something out of the ordinary. A green hardback with gold lettering: The Glorious Quran. I remembered from the little history I was taught in school about Islam that this was their holy book but I’d never actually seen one or read any amount of it. Standing there I realized how silly it was that someone as interested in literature, history and culture as I was had never cracked the Quran. I figured that at the very least $2.00 was a small price to pay even if the book just sat on my shelf as a reference tool or something to make my book collection look well-rounded. Something felt very forbidden about taking it home when I knew that this book was in direct conflict with my own faith. I had to remind myself that there is nothing sacred about willful ignorance, especially in regards to a religion that is a sister to Christianity. I took the Quran home and read the first surah for the very first time on my bedroom floor. I wish I could say that the mountains shook and trumpets blew and I saw angels, but in reality I felt nothing remarkable about any of the pages I read at that time. I flicked through and skimmed for a few minutes, subconsciously looking for verses that would confirm the rumors I heard in the news about men getting 72 virgins in Heaven or women being inferior to men. I also understood that Jesus was in the Quran so I was looking for his name but didn’t realize his name in the Quran in Isa, so that search was fruitless as well. This first encounter with the Quran made me realize that I should have a Muslim guide me though the Quran if I really wanted to understand the faith. In the same way that I could imagine a non-Christian would need someone to guide them through the Bible for the first time. So a few weeks later I decided that the mosque would be my next mission. I had absolutely no idea what going to a mosque meant. I didn’t even know that Friday was the holy day of the week for Muslims. Going onto the mosque’s website I saw 5 different times of day listed and no days of the week mentioned. I think I was most confused as to why one of the times was at like 5.00 in the morning. I had no idea that these were prayer times and there was a special prayer around noon on Friday that would’ve been the best for me to attend. All of this confusion made me realize that I wouldn’t feel comfortable going without a Muslim friend to help me, of which I had zero in my mainly white, mostly Mormon suburban town. My curiosity in this religion never went away, I just set this mission aside for awhile.

There are so many things I wish I had known about Islam years ago when I first held that Quran in my hands and felt like a sinner for doing so. Sometimes I ponder on all the heartache I could’ve saved myself if I had tried harder in my research into the Quran or braved an uncomfortable first time going to the mosque alone. Looking back, I realize that back then I didn’t think there was a place for a white, Christian girl to be poking her head into someone else’s religion for the sake of her own curiosity. I had so many false, preconceived notions about Islam back then. This makes me wonder about all the other non Muslims out there who have the same ignorances I had. I’ve created this blog post as a source of education for non-Muslims about Islam to help anyone who may have been in the same place as me several years ago. Below I have listed a couple of the myths I believed about Islam several years before my research.

1. You Shouldn’t Go to a Mosque if You Aren’t Muslim

This is one myth I believed that I sometimes wish I hadn’t held onto because I think about all of the hardship and mistakes I could’ve avoided if I had found Islam earlier. I also think about how empowering it would’ve been to find Islam on my own. I found Islam through Rami after I fell in love with him and I fear that people will always assume I converted for Rami rather than through Rami. Things worked out the exact way that Allah willed and for that I am so grateful. One of the biggest things I would like to make clear to non-Muslims that are curious about Islam like I was years ago, is that the mosque is open to ALL. No one will ask for a sort of “Muslim Membership Card” as you enter or force a hijab on your head. It sounds stupid, but my biggest concern about going to the mosque was the question of wearing a hijab or not. In that time I was very curious about the hijab and thought it was so beautiful and partially wished it was more accepted to wear one as a Christian.

I can definitely see how entering a mosque as a non-Muslim would be daunting. I was lucky enough to be able to go with Rami’s older brother Ramiz the first time so I wasn’t completely lost. The mosque was still a completely different world for me as someone who grew up in American “mega churches”. You must take off your shoes and go into the correct prayer room based on your gender. I think the separation of men and women was the most shocking for me. Especially since Ramiz was the only one in the building I was comfortable around and I didn’t know any of the women. I felt like I was being pushed into a closet since the women’s room seemed inferior to the men’s area. I don’t think this is an intentional case of discrimination but rather based on the fact that this mosque in Poland is very small and was never built with the idea of becoming a mosque one day in mind. There are significantly fewer female Muslims than male Muslims in Poland so it only makes sense for the women to have a smaller room. The other women in the mosque were all nice and friendly and a bit curious as to what an American Christian was doing at the mosque. One of the women was kind enough to find as many books as possible on Islam that were in English for me to take home and study.

From my experiences going to the mosque as a non-Muslim I learned that the mosque is mainly a place of worships but it also acts as a place of refugee and a place of education. If anyone is just a little curious I would recommend the mosque even if you have to go without a Muslim friend to guide you. Several years ago when I went to the website for my local mosque I was so confused at all the times listed but the only time that matters for a non-Muslim is the Friday prayer (it should be around 12.00 or 1.00 PM). I hope you will feel welcomed as the people at the door with greet you with “As-salamu alaykum” (peace be with you). If you feel comfortable you can reply back, “Wa ʿalaykumu s-salam”.

2. Arabs are the Only Real Muslims

I’m embarrassed to say that I literally, seriously thought this was true. Like you couldn’t convert to Islam if you weren’t Arab and if you did you would be like second class. I know, a very harsh myth I harbored. I guess this falsehood stems from how vital Arabic is to Islam. The only true Quran is in Arabic and any translations aren’t actually anything more than words on paper. This is because of how the Quran lives and breathes in it’s original Arabic. Reciting it is like rhythmic poetry easing off your tongue. So it is true that I do feel disadvantaged because I don’t speak Arabic and memorizing even just a couple of verses is like asking me to walk on water. Despite this, I am no less of a Muslim than anyone else. Technically all of the people who surrounded Prophet Muhammad and are mentioned in the Quran and Hadith were also converts to Islam. In the eyes of Islam there is no superiority based on nationality, family name, skin color, native language, gender, etc. It’s all the same, with the only elevated trait being faith and piety. In this uncertain time in America and the world, centered around issues of race, Islam remains firm in it’s stance against religious discrimination of any race. The quote below is from over 1,000 years ago but rings so true today.

“There is no superiority for an Arab over a non-Arab, nor for a non-Arab over an Arab. Neither is the white superior over the black, nor is the black superior over the white — except by piety.”

Prophet Muhammed (SAW) Hadith: Musnad Aḥmad 22978

Muslims are united together in one faith with so much diversity. I used to think converting to Islam would mean that I would be required to embrace all parts of Arab culture. This just isn’t true because there are some parts of Arab culture that contradict Islam and even parts of American culture that can coexist with Islam. Muslims exist all over the world and have varying cultures based on their language, country, family life and more. Islam is a religion for all of mankind and I wish I had had a better grasp on that a few years ago.

3. All Muslim Women Wear the Hijab

This is really just akin to saying something like “All Christians go to church every Sunday”. Sure, in both cases maybe it’s a good idea or strongly recommended but every single person in every religion practices differently. Some Muslims pray 7 times a day or 5 or 0. The required amount of prayer is 5 times a day but everyone has a different internal relationship with Allah that is really no one’s business. When it comes to what women put on their head or wear on their bodies people get really caught up in judgement or assumptions, regardless of religion or culture. This just comes down to the fact that everyone practices their beliefs differently. An extra yard of fabric on your head doesn’t make you sinless and the absence of doesn’t take away your faith. As far as the hijab goes, wearing my hijab is an amazing privilege I enjoy. I live in Poland and there are no laws against my hijab. I easily could’ve ended up in France where hijab is banned in all French schools and government offices. Or China where practicing Islam is forbidden in parts of the country and wearing a hijab puts you at risk of arrest. I enjoy great freedom in a workplace that is indifferent to my clothing choices and even allows me to pray at the school whenever necessary. This is a very simple human right that I enjoy but millions of others don’t. For this reason no one can place all of the weight of any woman’s faith on what she wears on her head. Islam comes from the heart, not from your clothing. I have been very fortunate in that my whole family accepts the choice I have made in converting to Islam and supports my choice to dress very modestly now but that’s not the case with all converts to Islam. Many men and women have to make the heartbreaking choice of outwardly practicing their religion and losing their family or giving up things like fasting, wearing a hijab, praying 5 times a day so that they can remain in contact with their family. This is a choice I have not had to make and I can say “Alhamdulillah” everyday for that.

4. Jihad is Bad

This is probably this most controversial heading of this post but hear me out; it’s not what you think! When I was in high school and college I was taught the phrase, “Not all Muslims are bad! It’s the jihadists!” Which is partially true. When people say this they are classifying terrorist organizations such as ISIS and Al-Qaeda as jihadists, because these groups are the ones taking passages in the Quran about “jihad” and distorting them for their own use to justify the killing of innocent people. Unfortunately, these groups have twisted the meaning of the word jihad so much that if a Muslim mentions it as a positive thing to a non-Muslim it could easily be seen as a threat of extremism. The Arabic meaning of the word jihad is basically struggle or holy fight. It’s nearly parallel to the Christian use of the word “trial”. There are two essential parts of Jihad with the greater being “internal Jihad”. The fight against temptation, sin, worldly lifestyle, satan and so much more. True jihad is getting up at 3.00 in the morning to pray Fajr when the only thing you want is sleep. True jihad is wearing a hijab and modest clothing in a Western culture. True jihad is following through with a long day of fasting. True jihad is persisting through memorizations of the Quran. This type of jihad yields the greatest rewards in life and Jannah (paradise).

Now, the second type of jihad is also important but there are many rules to make it valid and in line with Quranic values. External jihad requires taking up arms to protect the Islamic faith. All religions and cultures practice this when necessary so that they wont be stomped out by a greater antagonist. Compared with internal jihad, external jihad is lesser because of the truth that living for what you believe in is so much more trying than dying for what you believe in. The rules of jihad are strict and there is no room for interpretation, so there are very few instances when external jihad can be deemed legitimate. A few of the rules are as follows:

Muslims cannot be the ones to start a war but can only act in self defense.

Fight in the way of Allah against those who fight against you, but begin not hostilities. Lo! Allah loveth not aggressors.

Quran 2:190

Soldiers cannot harm women, children, the elderly or trees.

Stop, O people, that I may give you ten rules for your guidance
in the battlefield. Do not commit treachery or deviate from the
right path. You must not mutilate dead bodies. Neither kill a
child, nor a woman, nor aged man. Bring no harm to trees, nor
burn them with fire, especially those which are fruitful. Slay not
any of the enemy’s flock, save for your food. You are likely to
pass by people who have devoted their lives to monastic services;
leave them alone.

Caliph Abu Bakr (First Caliph after Prophet Muhammad’s death)

These rules have been completely disregarded by the groups that use Islam as their supposed justification for committing terrorist attacks and crimes against humanity. The vast majority of the people who have been killed, kidnapped, raped, imprisoned or displaced by these groups are Muslims. Even in America, Muslims have faced endless discrimination as a result of 9/11. The people going to the mosque every Friday in America have nothing to do with people hijacking planes or suicide bombing. In fact, radicalization happens in front of a computer screen (very similar to how white supremacism occurs) and is not tolerated at mosques. Terrorists are terrorists. It has nothing to do with jihad or the Quran or Islam. It has everything to do with people finding a scapegoat and an excuse to kill. There will always be violet people in the world with no connection to their race or religion.

5. Women are Second Class in Islam

I think this last myth is the most toxic of all of the falsehoods that I used to believe. There are many places that this belief could’ve stemmed from but I think one of the most harmful was media and film. As I sit and write this I’m trying to think “when was there ever a time I saw a strong, smart Muslim woman in film, books or on tv?” The answer would be absolutely never. If there is a Muslim women in a movie she most likely plays one of two parts. The first is the wife that gets beat by her husband. The second is the young girl that is forced to wear hijab by her father but falls in love with an American boy and is ‘liberated’. I distinctly remember a “pro-Christian” film I watched that had a scene were a Muslim girl was researching the Bible and was beat out of the house by her father. Lovely reflection of Islam, right? Media is an incredibly powerful tool that can either do a lot of damage or do a lot of good. In the case of Islam, media mostly perpetuates the harmful stereotypes that women are oppressed and men are violent. There is so little Islamic representation in Hollywood that people mostly develop their perspective of Islam based in the news. I can vividly remember being a young girl and watching videos on the news of scary-looking bearded men and terrified women in full coverings. I thought about how these women needed to be liberated from a religion that took away their humanity. Without the ability to see strong Muslim women it’s easy to turn to the “appeal to ignorance” fallacy. We think, “Well I’ve never seen a non-oppressed Muslim woman in person or on tv so they must not exist”. So many have never seen the other side of Muslim women. The women that go to prestigious universities, become doctors, fight in wars, write books, raise incredible children. My first fear in converting to Islam was that I would “lose my voice”. I mentioned to Rami that I didn’t want to give up the things I was passionate about like writing and teaching and studying. I didn’t want to just melt into the background forever since that’s what I thought happened to all Muslim women. Some of the guidelines on modesty require a more reserved woman in public but that has no connection to oppression. Most of the Muslim women I know now are beyond incredible. They work important jobs or study hard at university. Some choose to stay home with their children and they play an extremely critical role in the development of future generations. There is a lot of tradition in Arab countries that makes people think it’s expected that many Muslim women are not educated and only stay at home and cook and look after children. For one, staying home and raising children is extremely valuable and should not be looked down on at all. And secondly, Islam does not prohibit women from living up to their potential but rather encourages it, as education for both genders is a very important part of Islam. Popular stereotypes of Arab women have made the narrative of oppressed women in Islam a difficult one to overcome. Anyone who takes just a moment to peak into the history of Islam will quickly see how vital women are to the religion. Prophet Muhammad’s (SAW) first wife, Khadija bint Khuwaylid, was a highly successful caravan trader who first employed Prophet Muhammad (SAW) and later proposed to him. Prophet Muhammad’s (SAW) youngest wife, Aisha, led an army in the Battle of the Camel. And afterward spent the rest of her life compiling quotes from her late husband that now make up a significant portion of Hadith (supplementary texts to the Quran about the life of Prophet Muhammad SAW). One of my favorite verses in the Quran is a clear indication of gender equality.

Indeed, the Muslim men and Muslim women, the believing men and believing women, the obedient men and obedient women, the truthful men and truthful women, the patient men and patient women, the humble men and humble women, the charitable men and charitable women, the fasting men and fasting women, the men who guard their private parts and the women who do so, and the men who remember Allah often and the women who do so – for them Allah has prepared forgiveness and a great reward.

Quran 33:35

This verse was revealed to Prophet Muhammed (SAW) after his wife, Umm Salama, asked why women were hardly ever mentioned in the Quran and all of the verses were directed towards men. Many scholars interpret this as a message of equality. When the Quran speaks of men, it is assumed that what is expected of men is also expected of women. In the eyes of Allah (SWT) both sexes are equal and will be punished and rewarded equally.

Final Thoughts

This post is really just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to changing the narrative on Islam. My main hope is that non-Muslims will begin to look at Islam with curiosity in their hearts rather than fear. Exploring something of a different culture, religion, language or country than your own takes you outside of your comfort zone and that’s okay. This life was not made to be a comfort to us but rather a struggle. A struggle for truth, for righteousness, and submission to a higher power. As-salamu alaykum.

Life in Hijab: Oppression or Empowerment?

I have officially been living as a converted Muslim for over two months now. It is now the middle of Ramadan and I feel so blessed to be able to experience such a spiritual time where I can prioritize my faith above all else for a whole month. I feel a little unlucky because of the timing of COVID-19 which has meant I have not even been able to visit a mosque since my official conversion or pray in-line with the other women in the area. Since I put on my hijab as a permeant accessory for when I step outside my apartment I have not seen a single other woman in hijab. I think I would not be wrong in saying that I am the only hijabi for miles. The experience is a bit lonely and sometimes I think about what I would do if I saw another woman in hijab walking down the street. I don’t let it bother me too much, in fact anyone who knows me well knows I like being alone in the things I do when I think they are the right things. I guess my stubbornness pays off in that way.

The first couple weeks of wearing my hijab outside I noticed absolutely every single look that people gave me. If someone glanced at me for .001 second longer than normal I noticed. I don’t think this hyper-awareness came from me feeling insecure about my headpiece, but more from the fact that I felt like maybe I made other people uncomfortable when I walked down the street. My more rational self knows that this is likely not true, rather people are probably just slightly curious due to the lack of multiculturalism in the area. More daunting than walking out my front door in hijab was stepping into the classroom. I teach dozens of different students on a weekly basis and I realized that I had absolutely no clue how I would address it. On one hand I could say nothing about it and eventually it would just be normal, yet this would mean assumptions would be made and some students would just be confused. On the other hand, I could address it right away and explain my conversion. The problem with this being that I could risk some students becoming uncomfortable with religion in the classroom, especially something so different from Catholicism that reigns supreme over Poland. I opted for an approach somewhere in the middle. Some classes were interested and asked questions and some didn’t even blink so neither did I. I think my favorite classes to appear in hijab to for the first time were the children’s classes. The first lesson the kids came into class and stared a bit more. I imagined the sort of thoughts in their head went something like this:

“Hmm, teacher has a funny thing on her head. I wonder why? I like the color though… Oh, now it’s time to sing the ABCs…” And they completely forget about it because in the end it doesn’t really matter to a child and they don’t have enough English vocabulary to ask about it anyway.

And so life in my permeant accessory continues and I love wearing it. I’m sure this will come as a surprise to people who find it so easy to believe that modesty is something imposed on women by men rather than something that is a symbol of submission to Allah (SWT)*. I wear my hijab for Allah (SWT), period. The Quran states that women should wear hijab to guard their chastity and place the value and focus of a woman on things other than her beauty.

“Say to the believing women that: they should cast down their glances and guard their private parts (by being chaste) and not display their beauty except what is apparent, and they should place their khumur over their bosoms

Quran 24:30

Scholars have much to say about this verse and how to transfer it from 600s Arabian Peninsula to the modern day Muslim woman from all corners of the Earth. The basic idea is that when this verse was revealed women would wear a “khumur” on their heads. This piece of fabric would be worn on the head and trail behind on the back. In the front women would allow their necks and upper chests to be bare. When this verse was revealed Allah (SWT) gave clearer instructions for how women should cover themselves. Hair is a big piece of beauty in women and by covering it the value of a woman will shift from straining, unattainable beauty standards to the things that make her valuable in Allah’s (SWT) eyes. For me, being a new hijabi is not easy when I treasured my long hair as a large part of my beauty and identity for a long time. Putting on a hijab reminds me that being covered is not a punishment or a trial Allah (SWT) bestowed on women to limit their freedom but rather it is a release from everything I see every single day that tells me my value is based on having a slim body, long, thick hair and perfect skin. When I’m not obsessing over my hair, face and body I can value my mind, heart and soul. That’s what hijab is. It’s not a punishment or a form of oppression but rather a freedom from what the world values. Submission is what “Islam” translates to in Arabic and so often submission is put into the same category as oppression. I find that every free human being in this world has three options for the way they live their life…

Submission to the world. Following everything the world values for a moment and tosses to the the side the next. The second is submission to oneself, it feels so liberating for a moment until the inevitable moment when you have to realize that you’re only a flawed human and so many trials in this world are so much bigger than ourselves. The final solution is submission to Allah (SWT), where I feel peace and security because while I am a flawed, sinful human-being but Allah (SWT) is All-Knowing, All-Merciful and All-Powerful.

Okay so I hope I have expelled the image of oppression that filled my American family and friends’ heads the moment they heard the news of my conversion. I’m not walking out of my apartment covering every single piece of skin except my eyes and being ordered what to do by a man who treats me as property. Yet if I ever wanted to cover every piece of skin except my eyes then I could because it’s my choice. I will not neglect the fact that there are women around the world forced into hijab or marriage in the name of Islam but that’s simply not legal in the Quran. There are thousands of Muslim women all across the globe that choose not to cover their hair but that doesn’t make them any less Muslim. Islam is a very personal relationship with Allah (SWT) that no one is allowed to touch. An extra yard of fabric on my head doesn’t make me any more or less Muslim than women who have made the choice not to wear it. As far as I’m concerned hijab is something deeply personal and shouldn’t involve anyone other than the woman and Allah (SWT). No one is holding a gun to my head and forcing me to put on my hijab every morning. On the contrary I can feel free to take it off anytime I like. Same as all women in Europe have the freedom to choose if they want to wear a t-shirt or a sweater on any given day. I simply choose not to take it off even if it causes slight discomfort at times. In America many women feel empowered showing off their bodies in a bikini on the beach and while I may not agree with this it doesn’t give me the right to go around covering every bikini-clad woman I feel makes me uncomfortable. Judgement just doesn’t do much but give room for spite to grow. I’m sure some people would be uncomfortable with me going to the beach covering everything except my face, hands and feet but the beauty of choice is that not everyone is going to agree with you. Even within the hijab community there are women who wear the hijab so you can still see part of their hair and some that cover everything but their eyes. I think that in the end there are bigger things to worry about than what women put on their heads.

Finally I will end this post with some answers to the most common misconceptions and questions I have received about women who wear a hijab…

  • I don’t shower with it on
  • I don’t wear it when I’m home
  • I don’t sleep in it
  • My intermediate family can see me without it on as well as small children
  • If someone shows up at my apartment unannounced (like my neighbor or the mailman) it takes me forever to answer the door
  • I pray while wearing it 5 times per day
  • Sometimes its nice not to have to do my hair
  • I have no idea how I will get my hair trimmed since there are no “female-only” salons in Poland to give me privacy from male clients like there are in Middle Eastern countries. So I’ll probably need to learn to learn to trim my own hair (I’m scared)
  • Before I began wearing my hijab everyone assumed I spoke Polish and now everyone assumes I don’t. It’s nice though since I don’t speak Polish.
  • Wearing a hijab is really convenient at the moment since it only takes a single clothes pin to make a mask (which is required to go outside here in Poland).
  • If anyone has photos of me before I started wearing hijab I would appreciate if you kept them private and removed them from social media. Unless they are photos of me before the age of like 13. This is around the usual time girls start wearing hijab.

*SWT: Subhanahu wa-ta’ala (meaning The One, The Supreme, The All-Powerful in Arabic)

I am Muslim

Yes, you read the title correctly. I am quickly figuring out that there is really no great way to “come out” to the world as a converted Muslim. Islam is clouded over with prejudice, assumptions, and bias. This is my whole-hearted choice and this is my story…

I think I’ll begin with a brief history lesson to get everyone on the same page. It’s very possible that many reading this don’t fully understand the true religion of Islam without all the stereotypes and generalisations. I certainly didn’t even know that Islam and Christianity came from the same Abrahamic God until I was in college. We’ll start a few thousand years ago when God came to Abraham and promised him many children even though Abraham and his wife Sarah were well beyond child bearing years. Sarah came up with the idea to allow Abraham to sleep with her younger slave so that Abraham could have children that way. The slave was an Egyptian named Hagar and she bore Abraham’s first born son named Ishmael. Yet still God wanted to show His work of a miracle by giving Sarah a son in her old age so she became pregnant with Abraham’s second son Isaac. Now that Sarah had what she had wished for all along she despised Hagar and Abraham’s first son that was not her own. She demands that Abraham send them both away. She didn’t want the inheritance of a great nation God promised to Abraham’s children to belong to Ishmael. Hagar is forced to leave with her child and wander in the desert. In the Bible it says that Hagar runs out of water in the desert and is destitute, she cries and worries about her young son. God appears to her and says, “Lift the boy up and take him by the hand, for I will make him into a great nation” (Genesis 21:18 NIV). God gives her water in the form of a well and she is able to move on and survive. Muslims believe that this well, called Zamzam, still exists today in the holiest city of Mecca where Hagar and Ishmael ended up after wandering the desert. After chapter 21 in the book of Genesis Hagar and Ishmael are never mentioned again nor is the great nation God promised to Abraham’s first son. So the Bible continues on with many more prophets through Isaac such as; Joseph, Moses, David and finally Jesus. For Christians Jesus is where the prophets end, but for Muslims Jesus makes the way for Muhammad. Prophet Muhammad is a distant relative of Jesus through Abraham. Jesus came through Issac’s line and Muhammad came through Ishmael’s line. In the Bible the “great nation” God promises to Ishmael is never really fulfilled even though the tradition is that the inheritance always goes to the first son, no matter the mother. The Quran fulfils this promise by sending Muhammad as God’s final messenger. And as with many of the previous prophets, Muhammad’s coming is prophesied with the prophet before him: Jesus. There are many verses in the book of John where Jesus speaks about the coming of an “advocate”, “helper”, “Spirit of truth”, etc. Of course Christians interpret this as the coming of the Holy Spirit, but that never really made sense to me because isn’t the Holy Spirit mentioned before in the Bible namely when Mary conceived Jesus?
“This is how the birth of Jesus the Messiah came about: His mother Mary was pledged to be married to Joseph, but before they came together, she was found to be pregnant through the Holy Spirit” -Matthew 1:18 NIV.

And yet if Jesus was truly talking about the Holy Spirit in John then there are very large contradictions. Jesus states in John 16:7 NIV, “But very truly I tell you, it is for your good that I am going away. Unless I go away, the Advocate will not come to you; but if I go I will send him to you.” So how is it possible that this “Advocate” is the Holy Spirit of the Spirit existed already to get Mary pregnant?

Another verse in the Bible Christians have interpreted as being about the Holy Spirit is this, “I have more to say to you, more than you can now bear. But when he, the Spirit of Truth, comes, he will guide you into all the truth. He will not speak on his own; he will speak only what he hears, and he will tell you what is yet to come. He will glorify me because it is from me that he will receive what he will make known to you. All that belongs to the Father is mine. That is why I said the Spirit will receive from me what he will make known to you.” -John 16:12-15 NIV.

This Spirit of Truth Jesus speaks of rather exactly matches the description of Muhammad and the Quran. The first time the angel Gabriel appeared to Muhammad, while he meditated in a cave near Mecca, he was ordered to read. And so the Quran came from Muhammad through only the exact words he heard from the angel Gabriel. Jesus spoke of this Truth that would be revealed 600 years before Muhammad. God sent down this perfect book of Truth because He understood the corruption that was to happen to the Bible due to human error. The Quran can much more easily be trusted to be the unaltered word of God in that not a single word from the original Arabic has been altered over the years yet the Bible lays in dispute.

One of my biggest struggles when I started reading and researching the Bible for myself in my teenage years was the word “inspired”. I looked at what many scholars had to say about the Bible and its place as the word of God and the struggle became the fact that every scholar said the Bible was written by human hands that were inspired by God. Of course this is so beautiful and I still find it to be beautiful. Sifting through the pages and remembering the different hands and languages and cultures this holy book had to go through, left me thinking of how easy human error is. I realised that much of my faith was in the hands of monks writing in monasteries in candlelight or translators who could easily misunderstand. I still read the Bible and am in love with the narrative and the work of all the hands that went into the leather-bound I hold today. Yet the Bible has to come second to the Quran because the Quran remains unaltered from the perfect word of God that was revealed to Muhammad over the span of a few decades. It is the word that God sent down to correct the lies and misunderstandings that were recorded in the Bible. I love narrative and history so I still read the Bible and it has even played a large part in my conversion to Islam. The Bible is not to be tossed out but rather used as supplementary to the Bible and taken with a grain of salt.

People will inevitably feel threatened by my conversion. It’s easier for people of prejudice to believe I was brainwashed by a brown-skinned enemy. An all-American blondie lost due to misguided love and naivety. Lies and generalisations can be said in one breath, “She converted because she fell in love with a Muslim.” It’s easy for people to comprehend this short statement rather than the longer truth. People will pity me for all the “freedom” I am giving up but I don’t see it as giving up freedom. There is so much more freedom in submitting to Allah. Many people submit to the world and lose their virtue. Others submit to their hearts and find themselves lost and misguided. I spent a whole year following my own desires and becoming lonelier and lonelier.  I grew up Christian and I’m sure some people could’ve said that I was Christian because that’s what I grew up with. That’s what surrounded my and it’s certainly what surrounds me everyday in Poland in this Catholic majority country where every street corner you can find either a church or some sort of nod to religion. Rather if you’d like to see a mosque you must take a 30 minute train ride, walk 20 minutes from the train station to a muddy alleyway that leads to a small building where a small green sign in Arabic indicates you have reached the only mosque for miles and miles. The fact that I am converting in a time and place that will force much hardship squarely on my shoulders only convinces me more that this is right for me. Christianity was very comfortable for me and remaining a Christian would protect me from much prejudice and hardship in this life but I can’t lie to myself about the truth in my heart. I had no intention of converting to Rami’s religion when we started dating and he had no intention of convincing me to. The Quran even permits marriage between Muslims and Jews or Christians. I asked questions and opened the Quran on my own accord because I believe no one should discount something they have no understanding of. I felt my heart pulling me into this new truth but I kept it to myself. I didn’t want to tell Rami to get his hopes up and a large part of me wanted to find a major flaw in the foundation of the religion to push me away. The more I read and researched the more it made sense to me. One evening I broke down crying to Rami and confessed to him the changes that had been happening in my heart. I sobbed and said I didn’t understand how God thought I would be strong enough to grow up Christian and then reveal the truth to me later to challenge my heart. I had to remember how God had challenged the hearts of many of His followers with trials much harder than the one I was faced with. The Bible has the very beautiful chapter in Hebrews chronicling the blessed trials His servants in the Bible went though. Trials that no human could manage without the hand of God. As I revisit Chapter 11 of Hebrews my heart is filled with so much hope because I am reminded that I am never alone in this and I can feel so blessed to have the opportunity to use the mind God gifted me with to search for the Truth is a time and place where ignoring God’s call would be more than easy enough to do.

I’ll miss having hair that makes me look like my mom. Or being able to walk out of the house completely unnoticed by the world around me. I’ll miss not having it be completely obvious that I am the black sheep in my family photos. I’ll miss the melody of the Christian worship songs I once sang with all my heart. I lose little in this change and yet I gain so much more of eternal value.

I’m sure I’ll have a lot of questions about my choice to wear a hijab and I will later write a separate post about my experiences wearing a hijab as I begin the journey of wearing it daily. The biggest thing I want to stress here is my choice to wear what I wear every single day. Just like the clothing choice of any other woman in a free country. For me the hijab allows me to get rid of the vanity that the world has taught me to obsess over. It reminds me of the religion I represent every time I walk out the door. The hijab secures me and sets me free from the over-sexualization I became so familiar with in seeing the women of the media. Now I think more of how to express my mind and soul rather than be a pretty thing to look at. I have actually wanted to cover my hair for some time now because in the New Testament it states; “Every woman who prays or prophesies with her head uncovered dishonours her head, for that is one and the same as if her head were shaved.” -1 Corinthians 11:5. I really began to wonder why there were so many things in the Bible that we just ignored. Many people explained to me that much of the Old Testament is not followed because Jesus brought forward all this truth and grace with His coming and we would no longer have to carry out the traditions of sacrificing lambs for our sins and so forth. But this still didn’t account for the disobedience of New Testament commands. If this really was the inspired word of God then why was so much of it ignored as if it was just human ideas? I wanted to wear a headscarf to become less of a hypocrite and even tried wearing one to church a couple times but was mostly just met with stares. When I went to the Vatican City in Rome I decided to wear a loose headscarf to both show respect for the church and also protect my face from the blazing October sun. The tour guide was very surprised when I said I was from America and I was Christian and he admitted he expected I would say I was from some Middle Eastern country due to my choice in headwear. I just had to explain that sometimes I wore a headscarf in churches and that the Virgin Mary likely wore a headscarf so it’s also a Christian tradition, not only Muslim.

So many people continue to see the headscarf as an outdated tool of oppression but keeping my hair private seems a very practical as well as beautiful thing. It keeps me humble and causes me to rethink vanity and rather focus on displaying myself to the world with my mind and thoughts (not to mention making it way too easy for me to skip washing my hair when I don’t feel like it). That’s what the hijab was always meant for. Not to silence women but to allow a woman’s true character to be seen and her beauty to be a gift that God intends for a select few men to see. There is no denying that some women around the world have the hijab imposed on them by men and for that it is a symbol of oppression in the same way someone demanding me to take mine off would be for me. Every woman should have the choice of how she presents herself to the world, and simply covering myself is the choice I have made between me and God.

I have become a master of creativity in converting in a country where Muslims make up 0.1% of the population, in a city where I am the only hijabi that I know of. Nearly all of my “hijabs” have come from the local thrift store here and it was quite comical to experience me and Rami attempting to figure out exactly how to correctly style a hijab through YouTube videos. I recently had to go through my entire closet and figure out what shirts I would have to get rid of and which one’s I could make more modest by hand-stitching the neckline or pulling the sleeves down. I stumbled across an Islamic prayer rug at a flea market about an hour train ride away from my city. I like to think that this beautiful rug I found amongst random other textiles has an interesting history of how it wound up in Southern Poland. My baptism to Christianity was done in China so I find it fitting that my conversion to Islam happens is an equally unconventional location. Though I no longer believe every word I said on my baptism day, I do not leave my history as a Christian completely behind. I continue to love Jesus as one of God’s greatest prophets and I hold onto the intention to live everyday with Jesus in my heart as God’s great example to mankind.

I will have to prove my sincerity to everyone around me for a long time. I no longer fit into the Christian group I was in before, though I never truly felt like I belonged among Christians. And many Muslims will look at me with scepticism, so it’s a good thing I’m used to not belonging perfectly to any group. God knows my heart and that will always be enough for me. Some converts to Islam pick a new name to go with their new life and symbolize the past that they are leaving behind. I will always be Karissa simply because it is the never-changing piece of my identity that I can hold onto through each new period of my life. I have weighed my conversion more than any other decision in my life and I will stand by it every single day as I live my life full of intention despite the discomfort I will face in this temporary world. I am Karissa. I am a servant of God. I am Muslim.

Student of the World

It’s the start of a brand new year which inevitably means I’ve taken a few moments to look back on the past and ponder what the future could hold. Many things have changed but the fundamentals of “me” have remained unchanged. I’m still just a person making mistakes everyday and trying to figure out what to do with the time I’m given. In my experience God has a funny way of executing His perfect plan. Couple years back if you had told me where I’d be today I think I would’ve been shocked but also not all that surprised. One of the biggest surprises to me is the people God has surrounded me with in this country. About two months into living in this little Polish city loneliness began creeping into my daily life as I realised that making friends in America is a difficult feat for me and in Poland I’m at an even greater disadvantage with the language and cultural barriers. I prayed to God one day for the simple blessing of a friend. Someone who could decode my sarcasm, keep up with my stubbornness and tell me to shut up when I talk for too long. One week later God placed Rami into my life. Coming to Poland with an open heart and a subtle desire for an EU passport, it would’ve been no surprise for me to date a Pole, but a Syrian Muslim? It’s just another piece of my life that makes perfectly no sense to me unless I allow my mind to open slightly. Now it just seems perfectly normal to me that my Arabic is progressing faster than my Polish and I eat more Syrian dishes every week than I do Polish. I’ve been gifted the opportunity to learn so much and even reexamine my faith. Like I’ve asked myself, “Why couldn’t Mohammed have been God’s messenger?” After all, Christianity was only accepted by chance because of the timing in history during the Roman empire. By the time of Mohammed European Christians had already begun to distance themselves from Jesus’ roots as a Jew. Jesus became whitewashed to create distance and form a sort of “us” versus “them” mentality. I can’t help but ask myself why a God who makes no mistakes would give Ishmael as a son to Abraham for no reason. In Genesis God states, “But I will also make a nation of the descendants of Hagar’s son because he is your son, too.” Genesis 21:13 NLT. Ishmael is never again mentioned in the Bible despite this promise for of a great nation to rise up through him. Thousands of years later Mohammed rose up despite being an uneducated orphan, much like most of God’s chosen ones. This new thought has pressed on my heart in ways I can’t ignore, though if would be more convenient to stuff it away.

I guess my point is that my relationship with Rami has opened both our eyes and become a rebellion to everything we thought we knew. It has also pressed us both from the comfort zone that is a narrow mind. When I see Rami’s warm brown eyes I forget the generalisations about Arabs I was faced with before as a little white girl growing up in North Idaho where any race outside of “white” seemed odd to me. If fact I have come to learn that Syrians are some of the most generous people in the world. Something that seems weird to me given that in many parts of America a favor is expected to be repaid as quickly as possible so you don’t “owe” anyone. Rami went through such great lengths to ensure I had a good Christmas that he ran several kilometres all over town searching for milk and biscuits for hot chocolate and dessert since it was my first Christmas away from my family. It was probably the most unnecessary, kind thing anyone has ever done for me. I often come home to find Rami faced toward Mecca, prostrated in prayer. I forget the deep discomfort I felt as a child seeing films of people worshiping in any way other than kneeling with hands clasped. I guess I could say the worst part of having a Muslim boyfriend is the mess he leaves in the bathroom when he does ablution (a ritual purification process with water) before be prays in my apartment. Things become less foreign over time and the other day I came home to Rami lounging in my apartment listening to Arabic music and it somehow felt like the most natural thing in the world. I even made my first ever visit to a mosque here in a little Polish city, of all places. I also wore a hijab and ran into one of my students on my way to the mosque. She seemed wildly confused and barely recognised me but didn’t mention anything.

All of these experiences just remind me how little I know and how far I really have to go to grasp even the tiniest understanding of the cultures around the world. As well as rectify the prejudices I have subconsciously built up. New people I meet often ask me if I’m studying here and I have to correct them and say I am only working as a teacher despite my baby face. But I guess the more I think of it I am studying every single day. I just don’t have books and a syllabus like the others but rather I’m a student of the world. I study by asking Rami stupid questions about Islam, by reading and trying my best to not give up the incredible gift of being allowed to be a free thinker.

We all make choices everyday that foster this free thinking ability we all have…

Every time you allow your sense of curiosity to overpower your prejudice. Every time you choose to ask the question rather than assume. Every time you decide to build bridges rather than borders. Every time you make an awful attempt at a word in a new language. Every time you decide discomfort with unfamiliar cultures is just the growing pain of your heart stretching a bit bigger to encompass more people.

Three Months

Tomorrow will mark the three month anniversary of my move to Poland. Over the past three months, I have acquired an okay-ish Polish vocabulary, enough friends to extinguish my loneliness, as well as way too many “why-does-this-shit-happen-to-me?” stories. In case you’re wondering about the weird stories I’m talking about, they are better told in person but one of them involved a pant-less, drunk man outside my apartment complex. As always, no Karissas were harmed or in any danger in the making of these weird memories (memo for my Granny and Papa reading this).

Three months away from home is also an important landmark for me because it means it’s the longest I’ve ever been away from home. It’s kinda a weird feeling being in a place so unfamiliar to my official home town because the past three months have made it feel like a home to me. However, there will always be the connection to everything my home soil represents. I’ve sunk into a routine which feels really good because you don’t get that as a tourist or a traveller constantly bouncing around. Getting settled gives you a closer look. Every once in a while I’ll just be walking down the sidewalk and I realize, “Woah, I’m in freaking Poland”. I stare at the cars as they drive by and think of how silly and small they looked when I first got here. I watch the children in the main square chasing pigeons around and think about my own childhood chasing squirrels. I stand in my little apartment during my midday break and try to think less about the fact that I’m tired and might not have the necessary energy to teach, but think more about how far I’ve come in such a short three months. I’ve been reflecting on the biggest challenges I have faced and I count myself so blessed to realize that the physical obstacles have been so few. The hardest thing I have to face so far is myself. Being with myself 24/7 and having much of that time be time spent either alone or feeling alone. You see, being alone in a strange place means that sometimes it feels like you are the only one on your own side. And sometimes I’m not even on my side. I think the most difficult part of being a young adult is having to work through and accept your own flaws. I’m not just talking about the cutsie little flaws I have like needing a nap everyday or getting lost all of the time due to my poor sense of direction or the fact that I spell English words wrong way too often for an English teacher (I think crying during that spelling test in 2nd grade prophesied this). I must carry around flaws like the sins I have committed in my past, the desire to be lazy that consumes me on occasion, my mental health issues that tell me I’m not good enough for any of my goals and ambitions. The only way I can come to accept that I am so imperfect from the vision I have of who I would like to become is by realizing that the vision of who I would like to be will actually never exist in reality. All my imperfections will continue or be replaced by new ones. My forgiven sins will be ushered out by a multitude of new ones. I guess what I mean to say is that my short experience of adulthood has taught me that I really have no idea what the hell I am doing. But I think I take solace in the fact that I have realized that there really is no perfect “right” way for a human being to navigate life. And the only finish line in this race is death so let’s just see what happens till then.

In conclusion, I have learned so much in this past three months that has taught me that I know absolutely nothing. And now you have received a small glimpse into my circle of a thought process which is probably the reason I need more naps than a 5 month old.

The Little Things

So it seems I left for Poland a month and a half ago and yet I have neglected to write until this moment. The truth is I have wanted to sit down and start writing several times due to the big changes I’ve gone through but it seemed all the words were just swirling around in my head with no clear direction. Perhaps it’s a side effect of having Polish fill my ears throughout my contemplative walks. Time here seems to both stand still and move at the speed of light. Moments collect into hours, days, weeks and soon enough over a month has passed. Living here is not exactly a piece of cake. Starting over is a refreshment and a great blessing but it’s also a lot of work. I find myself holding into the little moments and forgetting about any expectations I had for my life; both in Poland and as a whole. I hold onto that little smile people give me when I horribly attempt Polish. Or the moment there was a dog that looked soooo desperately in need of pets (basically just meaning I was soooo desperately in need of petting a dog) that I Google Translated, “Can I pet your dog?” into Polish. I miss that dog, I hope he’s doing well. I also can barely control myself around all the little Polish babies there are and I still can’t decide if there are actually more babies in Poland or if I just notice babies more because baby deprived from leaving my job as a nanny.

I love all these little moments and I cherish them when the days seem long and I second guess what the hell I am doing with my life. It just amazes me how weird little steps brought me to this town in the middle of Poland. I remember daydreaming in high school classes about a one-way ticket out of America. To somewhere that would puzzle people. I guess that’s the funnest part about moving to Poland. It puzzles people, including myself. My students often ask “Why Poland?” and I still kinda mull that question over in my head every single day. Maybe I should just revert to speaking only in cliches and say “𝓘 𝓭𝓲𝓭𝓷’𝓽 𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓟𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓭, 𝓟𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓶𝓮…” I guess I just don’t think too hard about it because it just simply feels right right now. I can recall my very first day in Poland and how I tried sleeping in as long as possible to temporarily avoid having to go outside and be forced to admit to myself if I had made the correct decision or not. I woke up and still continued to spend more time in my apartment because it was the known, “safety zone”. I unpacked my suitcase and began rationing the little airplane food I had left. Finally I had to face the fact that I would need to step out of my apartment to get food as well as collect my bearings. It was kind of an eerie feeling to step out the front door knowing I didn’t really know anyone in the whole city. I remember passing lots of people on the sidewalk walking their dogs or pushing baby strollers. I kept giving people the smile American people give to strangers they pass on the street just because it’s what I’m so accustomed to. Since learning that this is a thing only absolute lunatics do to strangers it’s been a bit of a nice change to not have to smile at every person I see and I can instead just be with my thoughts. I remember seeing pigeons again, which do not exist in my hometown, and it made me happy because it gave me the familiarity of what Italy was like. I remember browsing the grocery store and not finding butter or salt, but finding several shelves filled with an assortment of dozens of different types of vodka. It was quite impressive and made me feel ignorant for just thinking “vodka is vodka, right? They’re all basically the same, right?”. I’m just quite fascinated by how the world, cultures and people develop so differently but at the same time very similarly. I guess that’s the true reason why I travel. The true reason I let myself be carried away to Poland with a one way ticket. I am very aware of how ignorant I am and with that awareness I feel responsible to change it. Bit by bit. Slowly and steadily.

One of the side effects of being in a foreign place with few people I know and a lot of confusion is that my faith in Jesus becomes a lot stronger. Even within the walls of a catholic church when the entirety of the service is in Polish and I don’t even fully understand the rituals involved in catholic mass. Life is complicated right now but it doesn’t really feel too complicated with all the blessings I have received, both big and small. I received my first paycheck last week and was so thankful for that. I prayed and know it’s the exact amount of money God wants me to have right now. I still laugh about how broke I am since moving to a foreign country isn’t exactly a cheap endeavor. I realized that praying for more money would be an insult to the comfortable, blessed, rewarding life I live here. I have absolutely everything I need at the moment and I realized that any changes to my financial situation would be more valuable if they came from my heart, rather than my bank account. I prayed to God, “Please do not give me anything more, instead strengthen my soul to adapt to the challenges I will be faced with”. In church I can clearly remember a sermon that was preached about the danger of “just a little more” and how important inner contentment is. It’s so, so easy to receive the money God has blessed you with through work and think, “this is great, but just a tiny bit more would be amazing”. When we receive that tiny bit more we repeat the same prayer asking for even more. I’ve grown fond of the challenge of being broke. There’s a contentment of knowing I have the exact amount that God wants me to have at the moment. I can still dream for a future that is perhaps more prosperous, yet this time feels entirely prosperous when looking at it from the inside-out.

I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. For I can do everything through Christ, who gives me strength.

Philippians 4:12-13 NIV


Here We Go Again…

It is the 21st of the month which means it’s two months till my 21st birthday and two days till I move to Poland. 21 is also my lucky number so I have high hopes for my 21st year of life. It’s interesting how just when I’m about to be able to legally buy my own alcohol in America I’m moving back to Europe where 21 is just another insignificant age. I’m proud of what I’ve accomplished up to this point but I also understand how I raise so eyebrows with people thinking I am be too young and naïve to pass for a teacher. I know for a fact I am both of those things, but perhaps less so than a year ago. Less than a year ago at this time I was 19 and preparing to leave for a Florence, Italy for my first solo trip. I didn’t even know if I’d enjoy teaching or enjoy being so far away from home. I couldn’t leave my anxieties at home so I had to pack them in with the rest of my luggage and pray that the inevitable breakdown of “what the hell was I thinking?” would be bearable. I find myself neatly folding those same anxieties again and stuffing them into my carry-on since they go where I go and cannot be forgotten as easily as my toothbrush.

There’s a lot of uncertainties going into this and I find myself asking a lot of questions that begin with the daunting word; “why?”. Why can’t I just be content with America? Why was moving to Italy not in the cards for me? Why do I struggle so much with making and keeping friends? Why do I want to be a teacher? Oh and also, why Poland? People look at me a little funny when I tell them I’m moving to Poland. I think the funnest and easiest answer to the question of “Why are you moving to Poland?” is, “Cause I can”. That’s it. I think it’s so much easier to focus on the things I can’t do rather than get excited about the things I can do. Right now I can’t move to Italy, speak a second language fluently, get a bachelor’s degree without thousands of dollars of debt, travel the world with enormous amounts of money. Maybe someday I’ll be able to do some of the things I can’t do now but then there will be other things I can’t do because never in my life will there be a point when I can do absolutely everything I can think of. I find that I am extraordinarily fortunate in the crazy, unorthodox things I am able to do right now, even before I’m able to simply walk into a American supermarket and buy my own goddamn wine. So maybe “You can do anything!” isn’t my life motto. Rather I believe that you should be thankful and embrace the things you can do without having to give a reason why and let that defy the anxiety created by the list of things you can’t do.

So maybe I don’t have all the answers. And I sure as hell wouldn’t claim to know what I’m doing right now. I don’t have a perfectly mapped out 5 year plan like I used to but right now I have a plan for what I’m going to do these last 2 days in America, and right now that’s good enough for me.

Bittersweet

If there’s one thing Americans and Neopolitions have in common, its their reaction to me telling them my determination to make a life for myself in a foreign country. They ask, “So for how long are you going to stay?” I tell them that I want to become a citizen someday. They ask me if I have family in Napoli and I tell them I don’t even have distant ancestors from Italy. In fact, my European blood comes from Ireland and Germany, hense the reason for my deathly pale skin. There’s just no logical reason for me leaving everything that’s familiar to me behind to move to a foreign country I know very little about. Even more crazy is moving to Napoli, a city that American tourists only brave for one day to see Pompeii and Herculaneum before moving onto the Amafi Coast or Capri. My students always look at me quite perplexed and ask what the hell I am doing in Naples rather than Rome, Florence, Bologna, Venice or literally anywhere else in Italy. I can’t give them a clear answer because I’m still not sure what I’m doing here either. Something inside me just told me I had to go and so I went with it. Everyone tells me I’m so brave but I think the words that really comes to mind is ‘crazy’ but saying that would be impolite. I really don’t believe I am brave at all. I feel that Jesus Christ called me to do something crazy so that this journey will bring me closer to Him. The people who trust themselves to lay out their plans are the brave ones. Everyday is just a new day of trusting my gut because that’s the only thing I can feel like I can rely on in a place where I have few friends and don’t speak enough of the language to advocate for myself in very basic ways. Every single step of this journey I have had to lean on Jesus Christ in a way I never had to when I was in the comfort of America. It’s been the hardest but most necessary part of the journey. I have to remind myself every day that worry is completely irrelevant because Christ will provide every physical, spiritual and emotional need I have throughout the day. Mornings supply me with plenty of worries about the day ahead and all of it’s uncertainties, yet the hindsight of night time assures me of His grace.

In two weeks time I go back to America where I will wait for a work visa to come through so that I can come back and start seeking permanency. It is not my preference to go home but I understand that it is God’s will and I have yet to see the amazing plans He has for me on the form of this “detour”. I look forward to the things I’ve missed most like cuddling my tortoise and telling him he’s my favorite being in the entire world. I think I will nickname him Piccolo when I come home. I’ve also missed hugs from my mum and mornings with tons of coffee (or as my students so lovingly refer to American coffee: dirty water) with my dad. I’ve missed calling my stupid dog stupid because she really is such an idiot. Or annoying my other dog so bad she growls at me (I do have high hopes that she’ll freak out with joy when I walk through the front door when I get home like she did last time I came home from Italy). I also miss that stupidly adorable rabbit my little sister wouldn’t let me pet when he was adopted just days before my flight here. As I’m writing this I can see more clearly why my students make fun of me because the things I miss most about America are animals. I also miss looking like a hobo when I do my grocery shopping and no one batting an eye. I’ll surely be breaking all of the Italian rules even more when I’m home and I’ll be loving every second of it.

I do realize though that going back to America will be very hard no matter how long I have to stay there. The things I miss about Italy will outnumber the things I miss about America today. I know I’ll hold tightly to all the memories I’ve made here and look forward to the new ones I’ll make when I come back again just as soon as I can….