Muhammad Omar
Junior Member
I've lived in America my whole life. I was adopted, then re-united with a family that was less than God-Fearing. Shortly after, I experienced the violent culture of the projects which ultimately lead to me becoming angry, inverted, and more than anything; I started to question my existence.
At the beginning of my Junior year of high school, I began to research Islam. I studied the Qur'an and later discovered that Islam would be the only way for me to build a strong connection with Allah (The most merciful); this was for the fact that the five prayers each day instilled a constant remembrance of Allah. After I took my Sha'hada, I came home one evening to discover a fowl stench. I noticed my mother cooking pork and I became very disgusted by it. My mother couldn't understand why I was upset. She was a very loosely oriented "Christian" who hadn't been to church in many months, but she still insisted on me being Christian. I confessed to her that I converted to Islam and She smacked me across the face and told all of my relatives what I had done. Coming from a "White" Family, they had no room for any cultural tolerance. Interesting enough, my own grandfather was surprised that I was born "white". He thought that I would have been "black" due to my mother hanging out with gang members and drug dealers around the time she was pregnant.
My mother was accusing me of being a worshiper of Shaytun, which I was deeply offended by. My mother dis-owns me to this very day due to my choice of conversion, but thankfully- Allah has blessed me with my adopting parents who love me regardless of my convictions. All praise is due to Allah. If it weren't for his guidance from the very beginning, I don't know where I'd be.
At the beginning of my Junior year of high school, I began to research Islam. I studied the Qur'an and later discovered that Islam would be the only way for me to build a strong connection with Allah (The most merciful); this was for the fact that the five prayers each day instilled a constant remembrance of Allah. After I took my Sha'hada, I came home one evening to discover a fowl stench. I noticed my mother cooking pork and I became very disgusted by it. My mother couldn't understand why I was upset. She was a very loosely oriented "Christian" who hadn't been to church in many months, but she still insisted on me being Christian. I confessed to her that I converted to Islam and She smacked me across the face and told all of my relatives what I had done. Coming from a "White" Family, they had no room for any cultural tolerance. Interesting enough, my own grandfather was surprised that I was born "white". He thought that I would have been "black" due to my mother hanging out with gang members and drug dealers around the time she was pregnant.
My mother was accusing me of being a worshiper of Shaytun, which I was deeply offended by. My mother dis-owns me to this very day due to my choice of conversion, but thankfully- Allah has blessed me with my adopting parents who love me regardless of my convictions. All praise is due to Allah. If it weren't for his guidance from the very beginning, I don't know where I'd be.