Converting to Islam

Chapter 14

A/N: Assalamualaikum guys! The description in this chapter about her doing her first pray is actually influenced from a real life description of a Muslim convert so yeah...
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Oh and if anyone has any questions feel free to ask... unless you’re curious about what I had for breakfast then no, because that’s just creepy. (But if you do want to know, I had the cereal Curiously Cinnamon! Yumm :D)
Okay enough of this unrelated shiz. Onto the story.

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Converting to Islam has changed a lot for me. I feel different - in a good way. Now everyday when I wake up I think I have a purpose and it feels great. No one knows yet, but I plan on telling my parents. I don’t care what they say. I will tell them, and of course I must bring to attention the fact that I cannot marry Tyler, since he is a non Muslim. Tyler probably wouldn’t want to marry me anyways when he finds out.

I think back to that night, a week ago. Hearing those words from Tyler’s mouth really shocked me, whether awake or asleep. I can’t help but ponder continuously on what he meant. Then again, it could just be some random irrelevant dream.

I deeply inhale air through my nostrils, enjoying the tranquil feeling. The sun shines on my smiling face, warming my limbs. You could possibly be thinking why I am so happy today, which is quite a change from usual. Well the reason is because of this: I’m going to pray today. I have finally memorised all the words and actions. I am ready. 

I stop for a moment from my journey home, and take out my phone. I have been talking with Fatimah for about a week now. She’s super nice and extremely hilarious: quite a change from my usual friends. I feel that though I have grown apart from Rebecca and Lucy, I have grown closer to Fatimah.

Me: I’ve finally done it Fatimah! I've memorised it. I’m going to pray today.

She answers after a few seconds. Damn, that girl is quick!

Fatimah: Sheesh took you long enough xD im really proud of u, young grasshopper.

I roll my eyes at her strange sense of humour but let out a small chuckle. She often likes pretending that she is my 'sensei' and that I am some samurai grasshopper. It reminds me of Kung Fu Panda, because there is a grasshopper in that too, right?

Me: I’m sorry to tell you this but you are a terrible sensei.

I smile as I realise how much fun it is to talk to someone like this. As I said before: she’s way different compared to Lucy and Rebecca. 

As I start walking again I start to ponder about my family, though more specifically, my parents. I haven’t spoken to them in so long because of what they did last time I saw them. Dad’s words forcing me to continue the marriage still rings in my ears like a dog that keeps barking but never shuts up. I’ve got to tell them about my decision - about Islam. Also, I have decided not to surrender to my dad: I will not let him forcefully marry me off to Tyler. No matter what it will take, I will change their mind.

Soon I am home, and impatiently I change into more comfortable clothing. Today is the day I shall pray. I am ready; I have memorised the whole thing from head to toe (see my amazing use of personification). I can do this.