Reverts:
Heroes or Social Misfits?
‘Mum I’m a
Muslim’.
This
statement falls from your lips.
Then you
watch, heart pounding, as your mother, the one who gave birth to you, who knows
you inside and out, struggles to put words to her horror – that you have
suddenly joined the most pilloried faith in the modern world.
Despite
the fact that before taking my Shahadah I had spent half a decade traveling the
Muslim world, my mum was still shocked. She had never expected me (‘of all
people’), her Jack Daniels drinking, low neckline wearing, foul mouthed, eldest
daughter, to embrace something so ‘puritanical’.
All credit
to my mum though. Despite her silent horror, she has (with bitten lip) for the
past three years, worked hard at accepting that Islam has entered her family
from this most unexpected direction.
What goes
on in the homes, the difficulties faced, are mirrored, or worsened by the
reaction of wider society. Certainly, this is true in the West. It was ever
thus.
From Makkah to the UK
We
remember that the Quraysh put into process a deliberate plan aimed at making
life intolerable (or so they thought) for the Prophet (peace be upon him),
after he announced to his closest relatives that God was One.
Rumors and
gossip mongering played a large part in their scheme to discredit him. Once all
the locals in Makkah had been told/warned to avoid Prophet Muhammad, then even
visitors, international pilgrims, to the city, were told to avoid the
‘magician,’ the ‘wizard’. Time and again assertions were made that Prophet
Muhammad had ‘gone mad.’ Why this accusation in particular?
Because he
was previously known and respected for his good character. He was a relative of
some of the most powerful people in the Arabian Peninsula at the time.
Therefore he could not be written off as a ‘fool’ or a man of evil. Both would
have been easily disproved. So, the accusation of madness was made. God
revealed the following verse in response to these lies:
In the name of Allah, The Beneficent, The
Merciful.
{Nun. By
the pen and what they inscribe, You are not, (O Muhammad), by the favor of your
Lord, a madman. And indeed, for you is a reward uninterrupted. And indeed, you
are of a great moral character. So you will see and they will see. Which of you
is the afflicted (by the devil).} (Al Qur'an, Surah,
Al-Qalam 68, Verses: 1-6)
As in the
Prophet’s time, so today, there seems to be an imprinted pattern of reaction
unchanged in more than 1400 years. The main difference is that instead of
poetic insults being hurled at Muslims in the market place or the Ka’bah,
Twitter and Facebook are the preferred mediums of spreading fear and loathing.
I was
amazed that far from the spirituality change being questioned when I announced
my own conversion, the main questions put to me by disbelieving colleagues and
acquaintances was to do with what they consider a ‘lifestyle’ change.
What! NO
alcohol at all?
What! NO
sausages and bacon?
What about
boyfriends then?
Never mind
I was in my forties and a mother of two children. Clubbing, dating, drunkenness
are sadly deemed things that British people cannot do without. We have a RIGHT
to drink ourselves into a hospital ward and a RIGHT to make fools of ourselves
at the ubiquitous ‘office party’.
Social Misfits?
Most
reverts describe a gradual – or even immediate – ‘drifting away’ from people
and places they enjoyed previously. Pubs, bars, clubs, social gatherings where
house prices are the main topics of conversation; these just become either
horrifically dark or unbearably boring.
Islam
opens our minds to a whole new universe. Like a door that was locked keeping us
in the broom cupboard of existence, has been flung open and there before us
lies infinity. Nope. Engaging with half hour conversations about fashion just
doesn’t cut it anymore.
The social
isolation that almost inevitably occurs isn’t all the choice of our former
associates. Prayer and reflection are not spectator sports.
Meanwhile,
should you begin to wear the hijab then mainstream society recoils in horror,
then mocks. The ancient plan of discreditation begins.
The very
papers I wrote with, for over a decade, have recently become the most
vociferous in their personal attacks. I am neither surprised nor angry at this
predictable turn of events. As a former colleague of some of the most highly
respected and published writers and editors in the UK, how else can they cope
(in 1000 words or less) with a colleague coming to a religion they regularly
pillory for cash? Seriously, are they going to be respectful or non
sensational?
Muslim
reverts in the public eye in Britain, must be painted as needy, social
failures, possibly in the grip of a mid-life crisis in order for society as a
whole, in its gaudy drunken Technicolor, to continue making sense.
‘What sort
of woman freely converts to a religion which supports the oppression, torment
and murder of thousands of Christians, homosexuals and spirited women,
worldwide, every year? The sort of woman who writes love letters to a serial
killer, I reckon’, wrote a columnist in one of the more middle of the road UK
tabloids.
So,
pantomime villain, manic depressive or social misfit, Western reverts face a
series of social assaults after they take Shahadah.
The Real Question
The most
telling feature of our life change, from darkness to understanding, has a far
more subtle flavor. This is expressed by the people who know you the best.
Those we have grown up with. The ‘bf’s’ (best friends) we had water fights
with. Those we cried with over exam results and laughed with until the tears
flowed over our most embarrassing teenage gaffs. The childhood buddies whose
treetop pledges of ‘forever friends’ blossomed into a genuine, hard wearing,
affection.
These
special people are the real reflection of the changes that have taken place
inside our minds, our bodies and our spirit.
For in
their eyes, in their gentle, questioning comments, the revert is reminded of
the enormity of the journey we have embarked upon.
‘You’ve
changed’ said my friend Sam, the last time we ate together.
‘And I
feel a peace in you, that wasn’t there before.’
When we
enter Islam, we humble ourselves before God. The abuse from society only
strengthens our trust in Him. Being mocked at or denigrated only makes us appreciate
all the more, the trials that our beloved Prophet Muhammad faced. So, the real
question isn’t will society change towards us, for history shows us that is
unlikely.
The real
question then is how can we be as composed as Prophet Muhammad was to those who
are harsh towards us?
And how
can we be as grateful and as patient during our own small trials and thank God
for the good days and the bad?
In the name of Allah, The Beneficent, The
Merciful.
{Worship
Allah and associate nothing with Him, and do good to parents, and to relatives,
orphans, the needy, the near neighbor, the neighbor further away, the companion
at your side, the traveler, and those whom your right hands possess. Indeed,
Allah does not like those who are self-deluding and boastful.} (Al
Qur'an, Surah An-Nisa’ 4, Verse: 36)
*(Lauren Booth (born Sarah Jane Booth 22
July 1967, Islington, London) is an English broadcaster, journalist and
pro-Palestinian activist. She currently works for Iran's state-owned 24-hour
English language news channel, Press TV. She is a half-sister of Cherie Blair
(wife of the former British Prime Minister Tony Blair) and the sixth daughter
of the actor Tony Booth. Her mother is Pamela Smith, who was Jewish, although
Lauren was not raised in the faith. She married actor Craig Darby in 2000 and
the couple have two children, Alexandra and Holly. Booth and Darby divorced in
2011. She underwent a religious ceremony of marriage, unrecognised by the UK or
European Union, to the already-married fellow pro-Palestinian activist Sohale
Ahmed in 2013. Booth appeared at the Islam Channel's Global Peace and Unity
event on 23 October 2010, dressed in loose clothing and with a hijab,
declaring: "My name is Lauren Booth, and I am a Muslim".)
(HSH)
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