Past Repeated

Past Repeated
A wind of burning pain brings back flooding memories.
Now it could not be saved; it couldn’t be taken back.
All that try to take back the past fail.
And yet it is still there, somewhere, though darkness swallows it.
But the darkness is shallow.
It cannot consume the pieces of shattered memories that once existed.
They still exist.
In my heart, as well as in yours.
Those memories shall live again…someday.

Growing Iman as a Convert

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Converting to Islam does not come without difficulties. As converts we have to adapt to an entirely new and unfamiliar lifestyle including the way we dress, a new and structured moral system, praying five times per day in Arabic, possibly learning a different language, making new friends, changing the many beliefs we grew up with; the list can go on and on. On top of everything, not all but many reverts come from a background of little to no faith. So, while trying to incorporate all of these new concepts into our daily routines, we are simultaneously trying to grow our iman, our faith.

Many people come into the religion presuming that they will be at their strongest faith right after conversion. That’s not so true, mostly because Islam can be so overwhelming at first. After saying shahada, you life begins to change dramatically. I’ve talked to many converts who were…

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