After all the studies of fiqh manuals and pilgrimages overseas.
After all the tazkiya al-nafs and reading of commentaries on ‘aqida texts.
After all the discussions about schools of thought and attempts to understand 1400 years of Islamic history.
After all the work building out masjids and schools and third spaces.
I am writing this from the same kitchen table where I sat eating ham as a 17 year old kid who just wanted to skateboard with my friends and go out with my girlfriend.
What was it all for?
The only compelling answer is that I have changed on the inside.
The body that sat here at age 17 wasn’t sure if God was real and was definitely not convinced of the resurrection.
But the 40+ year old man knows that whatever I am is nothing but what God has blessed me to utilize for a short time, and that just as I once came from nothing into this world, so too can God give me life again in whatever place God chooses.
My heart sends salawat and salam upon the Best of Creation and his purified progeny, the leaders of humanity, through whom I understand who God is and how best to serve God in my little way.
I understand my religion in both its historical development and its contemporary relevance, and live it each day and am willing to teach it to others.
My fingers hope to please God by writing this message, as a reminder that if I can find Islam, then any 17-year old American kid who is thinking about nothing but the dunya right now can also find the answers to the meaning of life within the Islamic tradition.
I have no idea how many years I have left on this Earth, but I am thankful for the life I have lived and the future laid out in front of me.
Human beings plan and Allah plans and Allah is the best of planners.