Islam is Home
Islam Is My Home
by
Ramata Diallo
English 2131
The Story Project Assignment
Dr. Rosemary D. Cox
February 26, 2015
Islam Is My Home
When I was young, I found myself to be in the outside crowd. I was born February 21, 1996. A few years after I was born, in 2001, my parents took me to Africa to stay with my grandparents, where I was a completely unique child: I was very quiet, religious, and reserved. As a young girl, I looked at life very strangely and I looked at people very differently. And to this day, I am that same girl. As I grew older, I didn’t focus much on religion like I should have. My parents didn’t really practice it much and I didn’t know how important it was until I graduated from high school. My religion is Islam, and I fell in love with it when it was introduced to me by my friend, Rashid. He shares the same beliefs as me and I’ve known him since high school. I recently became very religious, and it has changed me in a good way.
In high school, I was a very rebellious girl. My parents always set rules for me and were very overprotective of me. I always rebelled and went the other direction, because I thought it was cool. I started growing up and opening my eyes to things I didn’t know before. I was drinking, doing drugs and hanging out with the wrong crowd, etc. I did things like this to fit in. One afternoon, the bell rang and school was finally over for the day. One of my friends, Tia, came up to me outside the parking lot. It was my birthday.
“Did you want to go smoke?” she asked.
“Sure, why not,” I said. I normally didn’t hesitate to do things with my friends even if it was illegal, because I was very adventurous back then and I enjoyed trying out new things. We later went to her house and smoked.
Smoking and drinking were two of a few things I had to let go of if I was to become religious. I wanted to become a good Muslim girl and remove my bad habits. It was very hard to do, but my faith was with God
by
Ramata Diallo
English 2131
The Story Project Assignment
Dr. Rosemary D. Cox
February 26, 2015
Islam Is My Home
When I was young, I found myself to be in the outside crowd. I was born February 21, 1996. A few years after I was born, in 2001, my parents took me to Africa to stay with my grandparents, where I was a completely unique child: I was very quiet, religious, and reserved. As a young girl, I looked at life very strangely and I looked at people very differently. And to this day, I am that same girl. As I grew older, I didn’t focus much on religion like I should have. My parents didn’t really practice it much and I didn’t know how important it was until I graduated from high school. My religion is Islam, and I fell in love with it when it was introduced to me by my friend, Rashid. He shares the same beliefs as me and I’ve known him since high school. I recently became very religious, and it has changed me in a good way.
In high school, I was a very rebellious girl. My parents always set rules for me and were very overprotective of me. I always rebelled and went the other direction, because I thought it was cool. I started growing up and opening my eyes to things I didn’t know before. I was drinking, doing drugs and hanging out with the wrong crowd, etc. I did things like this to fit in. One afternoon, the bell rang and school was finally over for the day. One of my friends, Tia, came up to me outside the parking lot. It was my birthday.
“Did you want to go smoke?” she asked.
“Sure, why not,” I said. I normally didn’t hesitate to do things with my friends even if it was illegal, because I was very adventurous back then and I enjoyed trying out new things. We later went to her house and smoked.
Smoking and drinking were two of a few things I had to let go of if I was to become religious. I wanted to become a good Muslim girl and remove my bad habits. It was very hard to do, but my faith was with God