My story begins during my childhood. As the youngest of twelve children, my parents Allahumma barik, raised us as best as they could. They left the comfort and familiarity of our lives and home to migrate to the United States with young children in an unfamiliar world. My story begins here as an immigrant child, I had to quickly learn to adapt to a new culture, language and lifestyle. My mother made many sacrifices for us. Her greatest concern was not that we grow up to become doctors, engineers or lawyers, but that we held on to Islam despite growing up in an environment that went against it. I was placed in an Islamic school until the 8th grade, and alhamdulillah thumma alhamdulillah, I genuinely believe my love for Islam developed during those years.

I Vividly Remember Coming Home In Tears To My Mother Pleading With Her To Find Me An Islamic School Which Offered High School.

When I began high school, my first exposure to ideologies that weren’t aligned with Islam began immediately. I vividly remember coming home in tears to my mother pleading with her to find me an Islamic school which offered high school. Unfortunately, we were unable to find one. I completed high school, I survived the fitan of high school alhamdulillah (though I cannot say I didn’t face challenges) and daily I saw how teenagers my age resorted to drugs, zina and so forth. Many years later, as a new parent, and educator, when certains laws were passed in schools to teach content that go against our beliefs, it made me think, how can I protect my children? How do I instill and nurture imaan in their young hearts? What do I need to learn or yet, “unlearn” as I nativage this life with them? I’m sure these are questions asked by many Muslim parents. Which is why I decided to blog about it and share my insight and experiences I have lived, and currently living as well as the experiences of many muslim parents.