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Joanne Richards : From LA LA Land to Allah's Land
My background was
typical California American growing up in the early sixties. My parents raised
us five kids as Catholic, but with the divorce of my parents when I was 11, we
kind of fell away from the church. In those years, it was very disgraceful to
divorce so we felt like outcasts. I never really felt connected to Christianity
though, even as a child. It somehow never really made any sense to me and I
detected inconsistencies even at an early age. I used to go to communion so I
wouldn't have to answer questions during Catechism.
Well, in typical California style we were kind of left to raise ourselves after
the divorce. There wasn't much in the way of guidance. Although my mom loved us
a lot, she was suddenly the sole caregiver of five children. My dad I only saw
about five or six times after that. Left to our own devices, I was pregnant by
the time I was 16 and ended up married to the father of my children.
Pretty much a "shot-gun wedding" I'm afraid. We stayed married for 16 years and
had two children. I had missed out on the "hippie" thing when I had gotten
married in 1964 when all that "drop out and drop acid" stuff was happening. To
make this short, I ended up leaving after all those years and running away to
San Francisco to "find out who I was" and become "liberated" !
What I found was liquor, drugs, sex, rock & roll. I was in such a hurry to
"live" that I gave no thought to morality or anything like that... just a
completely hedonistic approach to life.
I came to know about Islam through a young man newly arrived in America. He was
from a large family and was here alone and feeling quite lost with all the new
experiences confronting him. We found a comfort in each other as I was also
alone without family or friends for the first time in my life. I began to
respect some of the qualities I saw in him. He was very honest and never made
excuses for himself. I saw a complete acceptance and confidence in him that I
never experienced in anyone before. He would tell me things about the Qur'an
which were interesting to me. He was very low key and didn't ever pressure me in
any way. I liked what I saw in him. The fact that he was honest really impressed
me. I had never even thought that a person could survive in life in a clean and
honest manner. He had me do Shahada the first time we were together even though
I didn't have any idea what it was. Sometimes I think that even though I didn't
know what I was saying... God did and took it seriously!
As a matter of fact, I was really afraid of Islam because I was afraid that God
would make me boring and trapped if I was Muslim. I was so naive about Islam
that my perceptions were really skewed. I carried all of the mis-information as
many Americans. What I had in the back of my sick mind was some correlation to
the nuns I had seen as a child. They seemed to me to be trapped in a prison of
morals. I remember always feeling that they
were lonely and dull and all they could do was pray. That seemed to me to be an
empty life. At that point anything that seemed "fun" was not allowed.
But God truly is great. Somehow, He gave me all the rope I needed to hang myself
then ended up being there when I fell. Anyway, therein followed a few more years
of "wandering in wilderness".
After my young man and I parted ways, I called the mosque and asked if I could
get a copy of the Qur'an. I just wanted to know more about it. I never intended
to "become" Muslim.
Well, when I read the very begining of the Yusuf Ali edition, the summary
actually, I just cried. I was awestruck by the beauty and mercy and grace. It
touched me in a way that nothing else ever had. When I read the Fatiha, I knew
it was something very special but I was certainly not ready to accept or
understand even a fragment of it. The beauty of it's verses galvanized me. Many
of the fundamental principles I just could not imagine ever agreeing with or
understanding. What most impressed me was the forgiveness and mercy. That
incredible Graciousness of Allah. I was going to need lots of these blessings
with the kind of life I was living and continued to live for several more years.
Even though I would read the Qur'an and gradually began to truly and deeply in
my heart believe in it as the words of God, I still wasn't ready to give up my
fast and loose lifestyle. I was certainly very much like a baby taking baby
steps into an unknown world.
I was recently asked, "How difficult was it to suddenly stop and give up many of
the things you had been doing when you became Muslim ?". It wasn't difficult
because I didn't suddenly give up anything ! It took me five years from the time
I first started reading the Qur'an to make the conscious decision to stop eating
pork ! My family was Italian, so pork was a mainstay of our cuisine. But when I
said to myself after five years of reading the Qur'an that maybe I should give
it up because Allah had prescribed it to us as unclean, it was very difficult !
It took me about a year of eating it and feeling guilty before it began to make
me sick when I ate it. Now, I just look at the salami in the supermarket and
say, "Well, it's a small thing Allah asks of us".
That's how I feel about Ramadan. I asked someone what is the first thing they
think of when they realize Ramadan is coming. They said the first thing is, "Oh,
Aghhh!", then right after that is, "Oh, Yea!". That's what I think too. That
feeling of anxiety, I guess because we know we are facing a challenge and
fearful that we might fail. And then we think of that sweet feeling upon
breaking fast at the proper time and knowing that you have offered up to Allah
one more day in honor of your devotion to Him... because it is a small thing
that He asks of us. To fast for one month only. To really try for one month only
to follow his path in a very concentrated and focused way. Sometimes when I feel
temptation during Ramadan, I say that to myself..."it's a small thing He asks of
us" and He grants us so much mercies and forgiveness.
Liquor, promiscuity, stealing, lying, cheating, etc... have slowly departed over
the course of these thirteen years. Now when I think back I can't even imagine
that the person behaving that way was me. It is so different from who I am
today. Liquor brought me to my knees and Allah was there to help me back up. I
had disappointed my children and certainly was a poor role model for them. But
Masha' Allah, they both have the Holy Qur'an in their homes today and see the
different person I have become because of my most sincere and deep belief in it.
My grand daughters believe in Allah and always want to hear "God Stories".
My father has passed on, but my mother is surprisingly tolerant towards my
belief in Islam. Although sometimes I think she thinks it is "just a phase". My
brothers and sisters all are respectful towards my beliefs although they too
have many of the misconceptions and stereotypes of many Americans.
One thing I had a great problem with when I finally accepted that I was becoming
Muslim was some of the attitudes of the Muslims I met. I would occasionally try
to go to the Mosque but was usually disheartened by the questions or
instructions I would receive from brothers and sisters there. Usually, the first
question is, "Who is your husband?" If I said that I didn't have one, I was
viewed with suspicion and usually no one would talk to me after that. I was told
that Allah would not accept my prayers because I was wearing nail polish. That
can be very discouraging for someone seeking knowledge and contact with Allah
and the Islamic community. I was instructed to do some very unusual things which
I found odd to say the least. It took me about seven years to differentiate
between "cultural customs" and Islamic practices. I know from other converts I
have talked with they have had similar experiences. But, there are the sweet
memories of praying alongside my sisters during Ramadan or Jumu'ah when I feel
so close to Allah that I weep with gratitude for the gift He gave me of the
Qur'an and Islam.
I sometimes see this journey as one Allah has chosen for me and which He isn't
going to let me out of! Of course, I have come to be very grateful for His
patience and tolerance for my weakness. Allah has never backed out on the
promises in the Qur'an. That's how I see it. If it seems disrespectful to
someone else, I apologize, but my faith in Allah is at the deepest core of my
being and today guides my life.
I still have many goals which I wish to achieve with my faith. I have come to
accept my belief in Islam as a progression, a journey, a seed that was planted
and has grown into a strong and living presence in my soul. I am not perfect,
but I believe that I am a better Muslim this year than I was last year. I know
by the number of things that I have left behind that were not pleasing to Allah.
I know with each passing Ramadan because I can look back at my first weak
attempts at fasting and realize that I can look forward to this month and that
Allah will be there to help me through the weak moments. My children respect me.
I honor my mother as Allah asks of us. I have come to accept the difficulties in
my life as opportunities for Allah to strengthen me or let me practice patience
or tolerance... or to "grow" me in some way.
For me, embracing Islam has been the single greatest gift ever granted to me. I
am still grateful and awestruck by it.
(Taken from The Islamic Bulletin, San Francisco, CA 94141-0186)
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