Three Years In: How I Unlearned My Own Prejudice and Found Peace in Islam
Three years.
It’s been three years since I became Muslim.
And if you told the old me — the Westside L.A. girl with a bookshelf full of Kabbalah texts and a healthy distrust of organized anything — that this is where I’d end up, I would’ve laughed. Loud.
Not because Islam repulsed me.
Because it never even occurred to …
