Originally Posted by lookingforgod
sis don't fear your parents reaction, didn't they know you was muslim before ?
il tell you a bit what happened to me, when i reverted i didn't tell anyone for 2months, i would go out the house uncovered then run to my car and cover up everyday i went out, i hated it, i hated hiding who i was, what i believed in, the day my parents found out was, i told them they didn't say anything, they assumed it was a phase and i would snap out of it LOL, now the day i had a interview at my mums workplace it all kicked off, i refused to wear work pants, i refused to take my hijab off and took a stance i showed her my hijab and abaya, and it somehow got her upset that she felt like she was loosing her daughter to this weird religion where she would always see me uncovered, now i had to cover up,
she was downstairs crying, my dad comes into my room shouting and cussing, a fight broke out, i got beaten up covered in bruises called every name under the sun and was threatened they would call the police on me as i was apparently a terrorist radicalised by people,
i grabbed what i could ran out the house and never looked back for over a year, for over a year i never saw my mum, my pets, i refused to set foot in the house, i refused any communication from them, i was homeless, moved around from place to place, friends to friends, and slept in my car, but i was happy to get away from an abusive household it was like my way out that Allah had provided for me loads of other things happened that i don't want to talk about so openly so another day perhaps :)
but fast forward my mum goes on holiday and tells me that my dad is sick and i have to go to the house to look after him, i went there after a year of not seeing my family as soon as i walked through the door, he cried and said he was sorry for what he had done and he regretted every moment of it and that because of it, him and my mum didn't get along, my dad ended up in hospital and was given a week to live as he had sever build up of fluid in his body and lungs and needed heart surgery, and they couldn't operate until the fluid went, but his heart condition was so bad he might not make it so i had to let go of every resentment i had for him and my mum, the day of surgery i made dua and cried my eyes out to Allah to save my dad and no matter what i was so thankful to Allah for giving me a family,
the day of the surgery it went good Alhamdulilah he was in hospital for over a month and got out is on tablets for life but he is alive is all that matters, i was allowed to stay over to help my dad out, take him appointments in the morning while my mum was at work, i was in-between my mums house and a dirty hostel, so i began to keep going to my mums but stay at the hostel when it got too much. now I'm going to the shops with my mum wearing a niqab LOOL now I'm in the house making dinner.
my point for my long story is that, Allah has a plan for everything, that no matter the outcome, it will always be ok, it may look like your about to jump into a pool full of killer sharks, but in reality its dolphins.
If you believe in God then trust him and let HIM guide your heart to the truth, don't make excuses of fearing other peoples reaction to your decisions that will ultimately effect you, no-one else... even if your parents kick you out stop taking to you, they will eventually welcome you back with open arms and kisses,
as for the slavery and sexual slaves, i suggest you focus on actually believing and leave the things that bring you doubt right now.
(i think iv babbled enough lol)