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Well obviously I was a born Muslim, Alhumdulillah. I was usually taught little by little and I remember I always had the urge to learn about Islam. I loved wanting make Salaah, even when I didn't know how. But for some reason my determination slowly deteriorated and I was unaware of my responsibilites. My mom always taught me to dress modestly, not to eat pork say my du'a before I went to sleep. Cause I was always told to dress modestly, I liked the idea of the Hijab. I dont remember ever seeing people wear it. I dont even remember if I was told about it. But since Junior High I wanted to wear the Hijab. My mom never let me. So I stopped asking.
Then I got too high school and I had the urge to want to wear it, again. But she still didnt let me. Basically I guess she was afraid of what people thought. She said when I get too college then I can. So I forgot about it for a few years. I never learned anything in depth until one incident in 9th grade in my Global class. We were learning about religions and we were on Islam. I remember we watched a video and they showed the Kaaba and this girl asked the teacher what the "black box" was. I got excited cause I knew what it was lol. There was this girl who asked me why I dont believe Jesus(pbuh) to be God when he performed miracles. I said the stupidist thing EVER and I still regret it till this day. I said I dunno I didnt make the religion

ffended: Thats when it hit me, that I didnt know anything. So I would go home and ponder about Islam. Then one day I asked my mom something an atheist would ask. How was God created? What created Him. And to be honest, I used to be really scared when I thought about it. I thought about this constantly, over and over. I still dont know why, but I did. All I got from my mom was, "Don't talk like that." Obviously that wasnt the answer I was looking for lol.
I thought more and more about it. Slowly I asked my mom questions and Alhumdulillah she was usually able to give me answers. So I got my info from some books that we had. My aunt came from Saudi Arabia and she had books on Islam, so I used to ask her for it so I could read. So some time went on and I would always read and learn. It only made me thirsty for more knowledge and I loved that. So as I kept learning I became more aware and so much less afraid about people would think. So about 2 yrs ago there was a bazaar at the Masjid. They had stalls up and this was my chance to buy some Hijabs. My mom bought me some and I wore it when I was there . Mind you, I never actually really made Salaah in the Masjid. I always went on Eid and thought it was something you had too do. At one point I hated going. I dont know why, but I got annoyed. Anyways, it was time for Asr and I went in and made Salaah, for the first time in a Masjid. It felt so good, honestly :statisfie. After we left, I never took off the Hijab. It was my first semester at college and was mid semester. I started wearing the Hijab to class and I remember I got stares as I walked in. I was scared because everyone looked at me. And SubhanAllah, I've never felt afraid of anything anymore after that
Anyways, yea, there's my life story

Sorry if its long and too detailed
