Kemudian pada satu hari saya sedang duduk di kelas, hampir tidak memberi
perhatian apabila saya mendengar salah satu daripada rakan-rakan saya
mula bercakap. Beliau telah bercerita tentang Islam. Beliau bercakap
secara ringkas prinsip-prinsip asas Islam. Tetapi dengan hanya sedikit
maklumat, saya terpesona. Pada hari itu saya mula membaca terjemahan
al-Quran dan apa sahaja tentang Islam. Saya kagum pada kesetiaan manusia
pelbagai kaum dan kenegeraan kepada Tuhan yang Satu yang mereka panggil
Allah.
Ada perasaan yang saya dapat apabila saya tahu saya melakukan sesuatu
yang betul. Saya terasa aura kebahagiaan yang seolah-olah mengisi dari
kepala ke kaki saya. Itulah yang saya rasakan ketika saya mula mengkaji
Islam.
Kebahagiaan itu asing kepada saya kerana saya telah berada dalam keadaan
kemurungan selama hampir dua tahun.
Sesuatu yang amat saya kagumi adalah wanita Islam sangat dilindungi.
Saya tinggal dalam keadaan masyarakat yang obsesi dengan pakaian yang
seksi dan nipis-nipis. Akan tetapi, dalam dunia baru ini saya melihat
bahawa ramai wanita yang memakai pakaian yang longgar, dan tak
menampakkan rambut langsung. Mereka cantik, tetapi dengan cara yang
mereka tersendiri. Wanita ini adalah wanita cantik semula jadi, tidak
seperti wanita yang ditampal pada papan iklan di mana-mana. Dan kemudian
saya menyedari sesuatu, wanita-wanita ini adalah apa yang saya patut
jadikan model inspirasi.
Saya belajar bagaimana untuk berdoa, dan mula berdoa selalu. Ia tidak
berlaku sekelip mata, tetapi melalui pembelajaran yang konsisten, saya
menjadi samakin faham dan akhirnya memeluk Islam Alhamdulillah. Saya
mendapat tahu bahawa Allah Yang Pemurah, Yang Pengasih, mempunyai
rancangan untuk saya. Saya menyedari bahawa terdapat lebih kepada
kehidupan daripada mengira kalori dan menangis setiap masa. Saya tahu
sekali lagi bahawa ada cahaya dan kecantikan di dunia, dalam semua
ciptaan-Nya.
Semua perkara-perkara ini, memberi inspirasi kepada saya untuk mahu
menjadi lebih baik. Penemuan saya dengan Islam mungkin telah membawa
sinar cahaya yang jelas mengisi kegelapan saya sebelum ini. Saya kini
boleh mengatakan dengan keyakinan bahawa semua tanpa Islam dan sokongan
daripada keluarga saya, saya kemungkinan besar akan mati. Saudara baru
Islam - Amal.
**** Maaf sebab translate dari Google Translate hehe, tapi dah adjust sket2 dah... kat bawah ni artikel english***
About six months ago, I was suffering from severe depression and an
eating disorder. I was absolutely convinced that I was worthless and
that no one would ever love me unless I reached some unattainable goal
of a tiny, malnourished, and unhealthy body. All the light seemed to be
gone from the world. I had no hope of ever recovering from the disorder.
As my issues worsened I became suicidal. I felt like I deserved to die,
and that no one would care when that happened. I was fighting with my
parents who could see my condition deteriorating day by day. I began to
fail in school. All in all, nothing in my life was positive.
Then one day I was sitting in a class, barely paying attention when I
heard one of my fellow students begin talking. He was doing a
presentation on Islam. He spoke very briefly on the basic principles of
Islam, barely scratching the surface of a beautiful Religion I would
come to know as close as my family. But with that little bit of
information, I was fascinated. That very day I began reading the Qur’an
and researching and everything I could find out about Islam. I was
amazed at the devotion of a whole people to one All Mighty God whom they
called Allah.
There is a feeling that you get when you know you are doing something
right. A sort of swelling, happiness that seems to fill you up from head
to toe. That is what I felt when I began to study Islam. The happiness
was foreign to me as I had been in a state of depression for nearly two
years. When you live in the dark, the light may hurt your eyes but it is
light nonetheless.
Something that amazed me was that Muslim women covered themselves. Now,
that may seem like something rather silly or obvious but to me it was
extraordinary. I lived in a state of obsession with being thin. And yet,
in the world I saw that there were women who wore loose clothing, and
covered their hair. They were gorgeous, but In a way that did not
promote the western idea that a girl who is so skinny that her bones
stick out and has nearly every inch of skin showing is an ideal of
beauty that every woman should strive for. No, these woman were a kind
of beautiful that was natural, not plastered on like the woman seen on
billboards everywhere. And then I realized something, these women were
what I ought to aspire to not deathly thin models.
I learned how to pray, and began to pray regularly. It didn’t happen
overnight, but through my learning I became a believer. I came to know
that Allah The Beneficent, The Merciful, had a plan for me. I realized
that there was more to life than counting calories and crying all of the
time. I knew again that there was light and beauty in the world, in all
of His creations.
All of these things, inspired me to want to get better. So, I began the
long and hard road of recovery. It’s not like people assume. My
discovery of Islam may have brought a ray of light in, but I still had
to get out of the dark place I was in.
It has been a long and slow journey, which I am still on but all
throughout there has been one constant thing. The Worship of Allah.
I can now say with all conviction that without Islam and the support of
my family I would most likely be dead.
I am still recovering, and it takes bravery on my part every day to wake
up in the morning and tell myself that I am beautiful and that I deserve food and happiness. - Amal
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