Story of a Revert

It was the biggest Jihad,
Those times were really bad.
It got to the point where my father
Didn’t even want me to call him dad.
Now it’s over and I’m glad,
Remembering those times makes me sad.
Every night I went to bed
Thinking I was going to go mad.
But Allah was always on my side,
I’m sure he was the main guide.
My parent’s couldn’t change my view
No matter how hard they tried.
But I repent for those times I lied,
And all those times I had to hide.
Every night when I went to bed
I couldn’t sleep because I cried.
My soul was in a constant fight,
Every moment, every day and night.
But I always reminded myself
To always stand up for what was right.
Because the situation was so tight,
It sometimes even gave me a fright.
But Islam is the real way
So I battled off with all my might.

And now I’m here, a Muslim.
Following the right way.
I will never ever change.
No matter what they say.

Note: I am not a revert. I wrote this poem dedicated to the reverts and their struggle.