Being a revert is having your parents laugh at you while you pray.
Being a revert is having your mom telling you to just put shorts on
because it’s so hot.
Being a revert is having your mom trying to serve you a bacon sandwich
and telling you it’s okay,
no one will see. Like no one’s here.
Being a revert is being told by every single person
that you did not revert for yourself.
You revert for this person.
This person. This person.
You must have a husband you reverted for.
Being a revert is having your whole dinner table go silent
the second you say Bismillah
before eating. Being a revert is a constant battle
because obviously we wanna respect our parents so much,
but at the same time like
they will get really annoyed if I’m praying and I like
don’t come down as soon as they shout at me because I’m praying.
Because they see no value in prayer because they don’t believe in it.
Being a revert is being told that you don’t belong in England
even though you was born here and both of your parents are English.
Being a revert is being told everyday that you’re a disappointment
and a let down to your family.
Being a revert is having people who have never even read the Quran
or don’t know anything about Islam
telling you about Islam and telling you you made the wrong decision.
Being a revert is having people constantly Call you a fake Muslim
in a revert is being under so much criticism.
So many born Muslims smoke shisha,
but then I see people scrutinizing reverts for wearing nail polish
when they’re literally on their period.
In a revert
is being told that you’re not Muslim if you don’t wear hijab,
even though you would literally get kicked out of your home
if you wore hijab.