Islam and me

My name is Lyndsey-Yazmeen Koenig; I am 17 years old and I live in
Maine in the northeastern United States of America. I have been a
Muslim since September 18th, 2001. This is my story of Islam and me.
“Jewish people celebrate Hanukah and are a different religion than us –
different from Christianity. Judaism and Christianity are the two main
religions we should focus on…” As a teacher of mine from ninth grade
reported to me I knew nothing of Islam. Nine years in Public School and
didn’t hear one word about Islam. To be honest with you up until 9\11 I
have never seen a hijaabed woman.
“It seems as though this was a terror attack aimed at the U.S.A. by someone
or something that hated us simply hated us.” It was the day after 9\11
and I was watching the news, as I have done nonstop since then, and I
heard about ‘Islam’ and ‘Muslims.’ I sat there wondering what they were.
Right then I felt a string being pulled inside my brain sending a wave to
my fingers telling me, “research, research, and research!” This happens to
me a lot, I owe much of my knowledge to this reflex, which I adore so
much. So the string was pulled letting the dam of knowledge came rushing
towards me.
I run to the bathroom, bedroom find the comfiest pair of clothes I have
preparing myself for a long day of reading and research. Grab a cup of
coffee and put my long hair in its famous ‘rats nest’ on the top of my head.
Turn the computer on and get comfy in the leather chair. Cold to the touch,
but comforting like my pilot’s chair on my way to wisdom.
I proceed to the search engine Dad has raved about; I type in ‘Muslim’ and
press the magic ‘go’ key! My eyes fill with colors of red, white, blue –
letters of ‘m’, ‘i’ – Links! Links! Links! Which to chose, they’re all so
beautiful!? There are the regular sites…then there are the exceptional
sites! The first one I ventured into was http://www.islamonline.nettaught
me the basics but I still yearned for more. I continued to visit numerous
websites but I still couldn’t find exactly what I was looking for. I wanted
to talk to a young Muslim girl my age. It took me about a week of serious
searching and scaling almost all of the internet (probably, LoL) to find an
e-mail pen pal site. Now the real story begins.
I filed my pen-pal form on the site writing, ‘Non-Muslim seeking to speak
with Muslim young woman to find out more about Islam’ and hoped for
the best. Within three days I received an e-mail from a young woman
named Maryam who is a born Muslim, but her mom is a revert. Maryam
and I began talking just about school, family, friends, and our problems.
We became very close friends, almost sisters. As I was continuing to
watch the American Media, which I would later find out is very bias, and
usually sides with the Jewish people, I had more and more questions on
Islam. Except this time I actually had someone to ask the specific questions
to.The first question I asked was ‘Do you think UBL did this?’ and she kind of
avoided my question (which I later found out why and will explain) so I
went on. The next question was about the scarf (hijaab); she answered me
with unwavering attention and precision. The
hijaab was the hardest thing to put into action for me (I will explain later).
But Maryam (bless her soul) did her best and told me everything she could
– and what she couldn’t she gave me URL’s which I could read more information
if I wanted.
Then there were the rules about boyfriends, pork, and more. The rules
weren’t the things that caught my attention, it was the benefits, love, structure,
discipline, and most of all spirituality.
I was never religious before Islam. I went to church maybe a total of five

times in my life. My mother grew up in a strict Roman Catholic family in
New Hampshire with 6 children. My father grew up in a Protestant\Atheist
household – really not practicing ever once.
So our religious life in the Koenig family was not very strong. I can remember
going to church as a child and hating it. The other times I can
only remember are funerals and weddings. I just remember listening to the
Priests babble on and on never made sense to me. Once in a great while
when I was feeling low I would read some of the Bible but always felt like
it was a boggled mess that was so difficult to understand and comprehend.
Not just that but it didn’t make sense to me at all. Before Islam I always
felt like there was a big chunk of my heart missing yet I didn’t know what
it was.
“So, how do I convert?” I asked Maryam on an early fall day. “Take the
shaada.” I took the shaada. Now I am a Muslim. The date is September
18th, 2001. My heart felt full, I felt I have a purpose, life inside me to live.
I went to good ol’ Wal-Mart and bought some plain handkerchiefs – blue,
red, green, and pink. I decided to wear these as my souped up version of
makeshift hijaab. I have worn handkerchiefs over my hair before; it was
not a big difference for me. Then came the days of wearing the handkerchiefs
for 2 weeks, maybe three and going out one damp cold morning
without it. It was almost as though I couldn’t function. I realized it’s time
to try the full hijaab.
I met another sister, Umme (means Mom in Arabic, but she’s like a mom
to me), from Maryland via the computer. Because I was looking for someone
to send me some books, maybe some extra hijaabs. Bless Umme’s
soul because I went to the mailbox one morning and got the beloved yellow
slip saying ‘you have a box’ so I went literally POSTAL (no pun intended,
yeah right) wondering if it was from Umme or my Aunt – my aunt
always sends me tons and tons of hair products which I can’t get enough
of.
“Here it is…someone sent you a lot of stuff,” said the Postal Worker and I
look up and to my amazement there’s a box as two times wider then me
(and trust me, that’s wide) and half my height!!! My eyes open with wonder
and shear excitement! I lug the box out to the car and squeeze it into
my mom’s Nissan Altima, which thank goodness is a large car, if I would
have had my Saab I would have had to tie it to the roof, and flew home as
fast as I could. “It’s a box of treasures!!! Ma’ come look!! I can’t believe
this!!” I said to my mother, screaming with excitement almost tearing up
because I couldn’t believe a person could ever be this generous. This was
my second encounter of the love and sincerity of Islam (of course Maryam).
The box contained treasures. Dresses, Hijaabs, Books, Pamplets, Qur’an,
Pocket sized Qur’an, tapes, and the most beloved and used present of all
“ The Beginner’s Guide to Prayer” . I still have this pamphlet now and it’s
falling apart – I still have to use it on the last part of my prayer (where
you’re sitting) because I don’t know all of it yet. I have never used a book
so much in my life. I took out the hijaabs and the dresses and I wore my
favorite outfit of all.
Now comes the story of hijaab; the best benefit Allah has given to us
women. To start the story off correctly I should explain how my mother
reacted to me being a Muslim. She at first didn’t understand what exactly
it was. Luckily I had Maryam to help me out on this one as well.
Her mother, is a revert and she had to go through the same thing I was
going through (telling her family) and she was nice enough to send my
mother an e-mail explaining and trying to help. She helped a lot; mom was
a bit more relaxed. It took about a week for her to warm up to Islam; to
this day she still asks questions and I couldn’t be more happy to answer
them.
Onto hijaab story! The first day I went out in hijaab was in my new drabs
(above) and could not feel more proud. There are not enough words in the
English, French, and German dictionaries to explain the way I felt. Since
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Thank you (Salaams),

Author’s note: I would like to dedicate This to Maryam Ezzedine, Umme
Zahid, And Allah.