My journey to Islam was a long one. It started (unbeknownst to me) when I became pregnant at 16. When I was 3 months pregnant, I told my boyfriend that I wanted to get our baby christened as I believe religion gives a child a moral compass. He flat out refused and explained his child had to be raised Muslim as that’s the religion he was born into, I agreed but on one condition he must be a practising Muslim. Fast forward 4 years and my son started madrasah for years I watched as he grew to love his faith and his naturally inquisitive nature overtook my meagre knowledge of Islam, so I began attending an Islamic women’s study circle to be able to answer his questions and converse with him about his newfound passion. A few times, things spoke to me but I was steadfast that I myself would never be a Muslim. I liked my lifestyle and most of all my hairstyle too much!! I tried out fasting in Ramadan here and there I engaged with so much about Islam but still couldn’t see myself being a Muslim I was too afraid and then the night before Ramadan in 2012 (3 years after my son started madrasah) I rang his madrasah teacher to find out when Ramadan definitely began I was determined to fast the full 30 but still resisted becoming Muslim during that conversation she asked me what was holding me back and I told her honestly I don’t want to wear the hijab she told me that I didn’t have to but the thing that stayed with me was a question she asked me, what if I died before I ever felt ready? We hung up and I sat thinking for what felt like a lifetime so then I called her back and asked if she would help me take Shahadah the following day she agreed but stressed that she didn’t want to pressure me with her question. The following day I became Muslim, this was 8 years ago and despite still having my struggles with leaving my old life behind, I know that I made the right choice and I even became a full-fledged hijabi almost a year later (I still prefer my hair though).
 The testification of faith to become a Muslim.