Inspired by a muslimah

Chapter 22

I found myself standing in front of a mosque, staring at the people around me indulged in different activities. Slightly hesitant, I took off my shoes looking at the people around me doing the same.
Still hesitant, I found myself fixed at the place I was standing when I felt someone's hand rest on my shoulder.

I was greeted with a salam and when I couldn't reply to it, the guy inquired if something was bothering me. "I'm here to convert"
Seeing the bright smile that lit up the brother's face, I felt better. All of a sudden, the news was all over the place and I was greeted with lots of 'mabrooks' and 'alhumdulillah'.
I was taken to the imam who then asked me to repeat certain words after him which was followed by an english recitation of the same. The moment I repeated the shahadah, I felt like a huge burden was lifted from my shoulders, like there was a change in the entire world around me.
I felt beyond happy. A feeling which no words can do justice to. That moment, I felt my eyes brimming with unshed tears. Tears of happiness, tears of repentance, tears of fear and love for my Lord who considered me worth enough to be guided and be his slave.

The first salat that I offered, the feeling I felt while in sujood was impeccable where I surrendered all my woes to my Lord, the best handler of all affairs.
By the time It was time to leave the mosque I had learnt a few things and had got contact numbers of brothers who were willing to help me get to know my religion better. I stepped out as a better human hoping to become a better muslim every passing day...

The next thing that was in my to do list was to Drop Myra safely to her house.
It was a day before eid and i was sure this would be a very good deed to let her go and forget all the bad activities I had planned on doing including the 12 blasts I had planned in different parts of India.
When I went inside the house where I had kept Myra, my gaze instantly fell on a sleeping figure, I couldn't resist memorising her every feature for I will probably never be able to see her again once I let her go...
"Myra, wake up...its time to leave", I woke her up gently and when she did she looked at me with a puzzled expression.
"Where?" Asked Myra.
"HOME, your home"
She looked at me astonished, like I had grown two horns but well, who could blame her. All this drama for letting her go just like that? Sure sounded dumb.
She asked me if I had a temperature and when I shook my head no then she just gave me a look that simply meant 'care to explain'.

'I have converted. I'm a revert now. You helped me discover myself, brought me something that made my life complete, my religion. Islam.'

Her face showed a number of emotions from shock to surprise to relief and maybe happiness.
"I'm glad you have discovered what was missing in your life. And.." she hesitated a bit before continuing "and...what about the blasts?"

"I'm going to change my ways which were wrong. I'm giving up all of that, its the past now and I hope it will be forgotten. I'm just going to focus on becoming a better human in sha allah" I gave her a weak smile upon speaking about my past life while she gave me a reassuring smile.

She replied with an "In sha allah" and remained silent.
"Lets leave now, I'm going to drop you at your place which is a 2 hours journey from here, freshen up and eat something before we leave."
After saying this, I went out to get the car ready for the journey.