The Muslims of my school sometimes had active discussions about Islam and that impressed me very much. I thought, how can it be that this religion is such an active part of their lives?
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The pre-conversion venue I know most intimately is Amyand Park, I mean I'm not so naïve as to expect the United Colors of Benetton to greet me when I totter into a Baptist church in Twickenham, but such a pale, inflexible lot obstructed likelihood of my attachment.
I never felt myself close to God as a non-Muslim and never felt a sense of satisfaction through my acts of worship. With the acceptance of Islam, there has been an enhancement of my spirituality...
Islam was seen as an Arab religion and not for us. It is so easy to laugh now as I reflect, but in the early days it was no laughing matter.
I attended an Islamic class for women. The women were so friendly and kind, and there was no pressure put on me. During this time, there was an inner struggle taking place, but I had to confess that Islam truly did hold all the answers.
I understood how God could rule our life, although we're not robots. I saw it was possible to depend on physics and chemistry and still believe and see God's work. It was wonderful...
The main obstacles I faced were peer pressure from the West Indian community particularly when it came to hijab. Even though I wasn’t wearing a full hijab the male teachers in my school would pressure me and belittle me in an attempt to take it off.