A Thought To Share About Converts
A thought of marrying a convert one day is appealing to me.
I’ve listened to convert stories before, be it from a convert himself or from YouTube. I’ve cried listening to strangers reciting Syahadah for the first time, and I’ve felt joy each time someone admits Islam is the way of life.
I like the idea of someone getting curious, researching, and studying thoroughly about Islam before he or she eventually convert. There’s something mesmerizing about those who wish to seek for the truth. The way a convert can think, or even admit there must be something else in life is a thing that I can’t imagine for myself. I was born Muslim, Islam was taught to me, and I swallowed it whole. I was taught that it was the one, that there was no any other way of living other than being a Muslim.
When converts share stories of how they fell into a wonder-struck moment with each discovery of Islam, I envy the way their eyes widens with amazement, to the point where the eyes go glassy at times. That feeling when they find a new way of life, the way they push their thoughts to look for answers to each new questions, I envy them.
I personally believe they deserve Islam so much more than most people nowadays who take it for granted.
I hope I get to marry a convert who is up for a night-long discussion that reels the mind and exhaust the soul.
A discussion that ends with amazement, awe, and gratefulness towards Him and His way of life.
Here’s to converts, have a great Ramadan!
In response to: Connected
Inspired by: Michael Atwood