Post by nasayem on Aug 5, 2009 22:53:41 GMT
Assalamu 'Alaykum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuhu
Here's my story.
I had the traditional Christian upbringing.I went to a school in Birmingham & on Sunday's,while the grown ups were in the big church,I was attending Sunday School,reading the Bible which,for a 7 year old girl (or boy) was confusing.
I remember when I went to visit family in Northern Ireland,I got to become friends with a girl over the road,oh,I was what,12 ish,& I got beaten up by older girls who called me a 'Feinian lover' because Cathy was Catholic.At the time I had no idea of the religious hatred that existed over here.
Later,when I was about 15-16,I became a bit of a rebel against my parents & hung out with in their eye's,the wrong crowd.I left school & my family moved back to Ireland.Eventually I moved out & got my own place when I got a job in a record store.
I lived for the weekends! Friday night would see me & a possy of mates bopping away in the local clubs,getting hammered on Vodka & Alcopops.
Saturday I'd often come too & it'd take the rest of the weekend to recover but more often than not I'd be out on Saturday nite too,
Then one nite over a year ago,I was being chatted up in the disco by some bloek inbetween dances.Next thing I remember is kneeling in front of a toilet in a pool of vomit,vomit all down my dress, being sick again.
One of the girls got me into a taxi eventually & I had to sit on a plastic bag & was constantly getting the driver to pull over so I could be sick.(I only remeber bits of it,it's what I've been told)
Anyway,it turns out someone had dropped an 'E' or 'Acid Tab' into my drink so I'm told.(I have never done drugs!)
One of the women where I worked was a Muslim & I noticed she used to sit in the canteen reading a book on her breaks.We got chatting & one day,while she was in the loo,I sneaked a look at the book,the Quoran.
She must've seen me so she began telling me about the Book.One night I was invited to tea at her home.She cooked a simple but nice meal.A few weeks later in the canteen she was'nt eating & when I offered her a bit of my meal,she explained it was Ramadan & I asked her what it was.
Later on I told her what'd happened that night in the club,which was wierd cuz I'd sworn my other girlfriends to secrecy & here I was telling a relative stranger!
At home I found myself going onto websites like Bebo less & less & googling Islamic sites more.
I'm sure she got annoyed with my constant quesions!LOL
Eventually I asked what it was like to be Muslim & we went out,both in Hijab,to the local oriental market.It felt wierd being in Hijab but oddly comforting.When we got back I prayed for the first time.
She witnessed my Shahada with her family & I was sooo happy!A few days later l was shopping in town wearing Hijab & bumped into some of my old friends.They were shocked,even more when I told them I was now called Nasayem.In taking a new name,I have left the past behind.
Sorry it's quite long but I feel it's better to know the full reason why.If I had continued my old life,I dont know where I'd be.
My friend has now returned home with her family but we keep in touch.
Nasayem.
Here's my story.
I had the traditional Christian upbringing.I went to a school in Birmingham & on Sunday's,while the grown ups were in the big church,I was attending Sunday School,reading the Bible which,for a 7 year old girl (or boy) was confusing.
I remember when I went to visit family in Northern Ireland,I got to become friends with a girl over the road,oh,I was what,12 ish,& I got beaten up by older girls who called me a 'Feinian lover' because Cathy was Catholic.At the time I had no idea of the religious hatred that existed over here.
Later,when I was about 15-16,I became a bit of a rebel against my parents & hung out with in their eye's,the wrong crowd.I left school & my family moved back to Ireland.Eventually I moved out & got my own place when I got a job in a record store.
I lived for the weekends! Friday night would see me & a possy of mates bopping away in the local clubs,getting hammered on Vodka & Alcopops.
Saturday I'd often come too & it'd take the rest of the weekend to recover but more often than not I'd be out on Saturday nite too,
Then one nite over a year ago,I was being chatted up in the disco by some bloek inbetween dances.Next thing I remember is kneeling in front of a toilet in a pool of vomit,vomit all down my dress, being sick again.
One of the girls got me into a taxi eventually & I had to sit on a plastic bag & was constantly getting the driver to pull over so I could be sick.(I only remeber bits of it,it's what I've been told)
Anyway,it turns out someone had dropped an 'E' or 'Acid Tab' into my drink so I'm told.(I have never done drugs!)
One of the women where I worked was a Muslim & I noticed she used to sit in the canteen reading a book on her breaks.We got chatting & one day,while she was in the loo,I sneaked a look at the book,the Quoran.
She must've seen me so she began telling me about the Book.One night I was invited to tea at her home.She cooked a simple but nice meal.A few weeks later in the canteen she was'nt eating & when I offered her a bit of my meal,she explained it was Ramadan & I asked her what it was.
Later on I told her what'd happened that night in the club,which was wierd cuz I'd sworn my other girlfriends to secrecy & here I was telling a relative stranger!
At home I found myself going onto websites like Bebo less & less & googling Islamic sites more.
I'm sure she got annoyed with my constant quesions!LOL
Eventually I asked what it was like to be Muslim & we went out,both in Hijab,to the local oriental market.It felt wierd being in Hijab but oddly comforting.When we got back I prayed for the first time.
She witnessed my Shahada with her family & I was sooo happy!A few days later l was shopping in town wearing Hijab & bumped into some of my old friends.They were shocked,even more when I told them I was now called Nasayem.In taking a new name,I have left the past behind.
Sorry it's quite long but I feel it's better to know the full reason why.If I had continued my old life,I dont know where I'd be.
My friend has now returned home with her family but we keep in touch.
Nasayem.
say Nisbat (relation) hai meri
