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a short story about a boy named alex, who makes the decision to convert.







‘Wake up, wake up you’ll be late for school!’, yells mum. ‘Five more minutes’, I say. ’The bus will be here soon so hurry up!, says mum. I don’t blame mum for getting anxious about school. My older brother who died of cancer last year suffered through a life of bad grades and he always got teased at. She doesn’t want me to end up like him. Plus she is always moody and sad because she got divorced from my dad a couple of weeks back. They got divorced because my dad turned Muslim, she hates Muslims. My dad tried to convince me to become a Muslim too. I’ve considered it before but I’m worried about one thing: RACISIM.




When I arrived at school I started my day with the usual, teasing Musa, who is a Muslim. He is actually the only Muslim in the whole school, so I kind of feel bad for him. The only reason I tease him and etc. is because I don’t want my friends to think that I like Muslims. Because if they think that, then my life will be ended - literally. First they will start teasing me then they will start to torture me then it will become physical and I will probably be in hospital. I’m not really good at fighting; I’ve never really had lessons before. They probably will even turn the whole school against me with their sneaky ways. They know about dad being a Muslim so they already have suspicions.


When I got home from school, my mum and I went shopping for my Birthday party, which was the following day (Saturday). We bought plastic plates and spoons and some party crackers. We also bought a banner that read: ‘Happy 13th birthday Alex!’. When we got home I started to make the invitations and I made sure there was nothing that was Islamic in my house that was left from my dad. The next day at 3:00pm my friends started to come, first Zach then Martin then James one by one they all came. First we played games then I opened my

Presents. Finally, we ate my favourite type of cake, chocolate cake.




The following weekend I went to go stay with my dad, who lived in a different city, called Croydon. When he picked me up from the train station he looked a bit different than normal. Then he said,’ Do you like my beard? It is a Islamic necessity.” I wasn’t very surprised because I’ve seen Muslims with beards before. Then we went in his new car, a BMW 5-SERIES that from my knowledge of cars was quite expensive. Back at home we have a Toyota Corolla, which is quite cheap.


My dad told me that his new job was being an “Imam” which from my understanding was like a priest. He took me to his work, which was a mosque. Everyone looked at him as if he was someone high in the Islamic religion. They all said something that I thought was like a greeting my dad explained that it meant: ‘Peace be upon you”. I think they all were waiting for him because they needed him to lead the prayer. My dad told me to sit at the back of the mosque and to watch. So I did.


After the prayer my dad took me to his house. He then gave me lesson about Islam. It was very clear and I understood a lot. That’s what made me change. That specific lecture made me the person I am today. I had made my decision. I was going to do it. I was going to CONVERT TO ISLAM.




In the following few days my dad organised a converting ceremony. He told me that the ceremony would be held on Friday. Likewise, a Friday for Muslims is like a Sunday for Christians. Furthermore, Friday came, I was extremely and worried; what if I was making a huge mistake? I had to take the risk.


At the ceremony my dad announced to the audience that a knew member will be joining the Islamic Religion. My dad told me that this was the official way of becoming a Muslim. So I repeated what my dad said, which was in Arabic. It meant that there is no god but Allah and Muhammad is the messenger of Allah.


After I took my oath, lots of people gave me presents, most of them were Islamic books. But even the thought of giving gifts to people you don’t even know showed me that Islam is full of generosity and kindness. That evening I left Croydon to return home. I arrived home a different person. I’ve never felt more alive. There’s only one problem – MUM.



My mum greeted me with hugs and kisses then she told me that she has someone for me to meet. I got worried that my worst nightmare would come true, and it did...


Come out Dave, calls mum. A shifty looking man came out of the other room. Then mum says, Alex I’d like you to meet Dave, He’s your future step-dad. I was gob smacked! How could my own mother do this to me?


I ran to my room and slammed the door. Moments later my mum walked in and said, ‘I know this is hard for you to taken in at once but I think you will like Dave he’s a good man. Besides drinking every night, taking drugs and smoking he really is’. How could my mum be so naive?


In the next few days I stayed in my room and mum would bring me food and each time she would ask me to come downstairs and talk to Dave yet I would always refuse. In addition, each day mum would ask me about my trip to Croydon but I never had the courage to tell her. I knew I had to tell mum what had happened sooner or later.




So then one day I thought to myself that mum would find out eventually, so I should just get it off my chest. I got up, went downstairs saw Dave smoking in the lounge but I don’t think he saw me so I quickly tiptoed across to the kitchen.


Mum was surprised to see me downstairs but before she could speak I told her that I had a confession to make. I then said in an apprehensive way that while I was away in Croydon I had made probably the biggest decision I have ever had to make in my entire life. I have converted to Islam.


Mum stood there with her mouth open. Then suddenly I heard Dave come in. I guessed that he was eavesdropping. Then then says, you’re now a Muslim eh? I hate Muslims and do you know what I do to Muslims you little brat? Mum knew what was going to happen so she stood in front of me and tried her best to defend me in saying that it’s not my fault that I had been radicalized. But Dave took no nonsense and pushed mum hardly to the side. Then he lifted me by my throat; I couldn’t breathe. He then punched me and beat me then he took me upstairs by the neck once again and threw me into my room. He slammed the door and then locked it behind him so mum wouldn’t hear.


He beat me so hard with sticks, fists and any other objects he could find. I could hear mum crying and banging on my door to let me go but again Dave ignored her. I’ve never experienced that much pain in my life. Several minutes later of poundings he left the room and I heard the door lock. There I lay. On the floor. My eyes shut. Me unconscious...





Submitted: October 30, 2016

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Marissa Valencia

This is a really good book, Hopefully I can read Chapter 7. I CAN'T WAIT!!!

Sun, October 30th, 2016 7:39pm


Thank you
I'm still working on it and should post the next few chapters within the next couple weeks.
any ideas?

Sun, October 30th, 2016 2:51pm

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