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Personal Narrative: My Life As A Muslim

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As a Muslim convert, who has a tragic story of hardship after coming to Islam. This is a very brief idea of my situation and what had happened to me. I have suffered and faced a lot of abuse and insults from my family and community after I became a Muslim. My family is very racist and my sister was involved with white supremacist groups. My story is a long story- maybe you know what happens to some converts- however, I had more than that, I was used and abused by some people who claim to be good Muslims. I was violated, badly manipulated and mistreated. I did not find any help, neither from the Muslim community nor the authority. I was forced to leave the country to try to fight for my rights.
After coming to Islam, I had a horrible experience of being married to a Muslim without any of the morals of Muslims or even those of a human! Unfortunately, his interest in me was only for a green card. Which both he and his family planned for and worked very hard to be …show more content…

My residence outside of my country has never been for work and I don’t have income from work and I am not sure if filing taxes is necessary given the circumstances. I don’t have any idea about what issues could be made against me from my family or the other abuser or the things that have accumulated as a result of the course of event that happened. Additionally, I have debts because of my former husband and the situation I was forced into. I am trying to cover the ones I am aware of but not having any address or anybody to help I am not sure what exists and this situation is overwhelming me, I have extreme stress and intense nightmares because of this situation. It has severely affected my health and overall quality of life. I became despaired! Except from Allah

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