When My Spirituality Was Liberated - August 15, 2015
It was an incredible day, an emotional day with surprises and blessings. It was a long day that ended well and marked the formal beginning of spiritual path that over the years was coming into my life like tremors. It was a matter of time when the day would come when I would formally accept it. Or rather I should say when formally the Ultimate Authority, The Creator would mark the day for me. Interestingly, on August 15 India got her freedom from colonial rule 68 years ago while on August 15, 2015 I freely chose the path of my spirituality by submitting myself to the love for Creator. I chose to follow Islam since it was resonating with the inner dimensions of my heart.
First, I want to express what happened on that day or how the day unfolded for me. After that I would like to reflect upon my journey upto this day in another post. It was a typical Saturday. In the morning Waleed could not talk to me properly. I sensed he was not well for sure and needed rest. I was anxious about him and kept remembering Allah. In the afternoon I talked to my Islamic studies professor Kirk Templeton, for almost one and a half hour. He is recovering from surgery of bladder cancer. Allah was gracious in blessing him with successful surgery. I told him about my desire for Shahdah. He replied he was not surprised as he could see the progression in my seriousness and sincerity in following Islam. He wished me best for my Shahdah and after talking to him I got ready for the mosque.Â
The bus stop is 150 yards from my house. As I was walking towards the bus stop, hardly had I covered approx. 50 yards and I saw bus was approaching. I began running towards the bus stop. Driver saw me running and kept the bus on hold till I got into the bus. I was huffing and feeling absolutely grateful. It was so gracious of her to hold the bus for that time for me. I sat in the bus and got down at Valley Care center bus stop on Las Positas blvd. Mosque (MCC East Bay, Pleasanton) from there is more than half a mile away. I was walking on the sidewalk. I may be half the way when a car stopped by. The lady in that car offered me a ride. I thanked her and replied that I was fine since I just needed to go to the mosque and I was almost there. But she insisted citing that it was blazing hot in the Sun and temp. crossing 100 degrees. It was around 4 pm in the evening. She also told me that she was just returning from the mosque. I accepted her request and as I was making myself comfortable in the car seat I told her that I was going to take Shahdah if it could be possible that day. As she heard that she was stunned. She kept saying O Allah! how blessed she was to stop by and to offer me a ride. She was exhilarated. She started making calls frantically to her colleagues in the class as she just left the class at the Mosque about developing deeper understanding of the Quranic language. In no time we were in the courtyard-cum parking of the mosque. As she parked the car she cried out to other two women standing there, pointing towards me that she wanted to take Shahdah. She requested them to stop the teacher who was still there in the mosque. The two women ran fast into the mosque to tell the teacher. I entered the mosque along with her.
As I entered I saw almost 10-11 women in the mosque along with the teacher (Hafiza) Iffat Hasan. They were all surprised and staring at me. Teacher took my hand into hers and asked me what was my name. I told her Seema Duhan. Then she said, âMashallah! Many Muslim women have their name Seema.â I replied, âI am aware of that.â Then we sat down in the classroom. There were desks and chairs. She asked me did I know anything about Islam. I replied, âI was a student of Islamic studies. I know about the history of Islam, about the three foundations on which the Deen was based â Islam, Iman and Ihsaan, but I did not study Arabic therefore my understanding was from the English texts that I studied.â Everyone sighed and they whispered âAlhamdullah! Mashallah!â Then as teacher began the proceeding for Shahdah, she asked me if anyone had forced me to accept the Deen, or if I was under the influence of any person or money. I replied, âNo, It was my personal journey and my private relationship with Allah. I fasted during Ramadhan and offered five times prayers. I consider this ritual as a formal entry into the religious fold but I was practicing it for sometime now.â She was satisfied with my reply and she invited me to recite after her, âAllah Hu Akbar! Ashhadu anna la ilaha illallaho, wa ashhadu ana Muhammadan abduhu wa Rasuluh.â I recited it three times and then she repeated it in English. After that all sisters welcomed me in Islam and asked what made me chose Islam. I briefly told them about my family background that I was born to Hindu parents but thankfully they never pushed religion down our throats. I also told them that it was hard to pin point one particular incident that changed my heart towards Islam, because I think it was gradually entering into my life. Since my early twenties I was a fan of Sufi music. Though, as I was growing up I was more of an atheist-agnostic person. But Sufism was an exception. I enjoyed leaning about Sufi concept of love. However, not all my Muslim friends liked Sufism. Then I met the love of my life â Waleed Hussain, who was also into Sufism. Among many things that was one connecting point for us. In 2012, I came to United States to study Philosophy. Gradually, I became interested in Islamic Philosophy and I started learning more about the history and Philosophy of Islam. After that my teacher indicated towards a woman literally sitting besides me and told me that she also had a similar story as mine. I looked at her and she had tears in her eyes. I was moved.Â
After that small ritual, the cohort invited me to come again to the mosque following Saturday as they wanted to celebrate my Shahdah. I was immensely touched. My teacher blessed me and wished for me and my love Waleed Hussain a happy married union. I thanked her and with wet eyes, I told her that on the Eid, I went to the mosque in the morning to offer prayers. I was so moved to see women of so many ethnicity standing besides me bowing down at the same time in the love for Allah. That thing was so beautiful to observe that despite differences there were certain things that bind us all together. Sisters and my teacher uttered Mashallah! Mashallah! One sister said, âThanks for reminding us. We need such small reminders from time to time.â As we all were parting, the teacher said, âSeema, you will be a very good Muslimah.â I suddenly felt an added sense of responsibility and yet very touched.Â
A month ago I celebrated Eid after fasting for the month of Ramadhan and almost a month after on August 15, 2015, the auspicious day of formally embracing Islam came into my life. I am not sure, what is going to change in my life hereafter. But whatever change will come by the grace of Allah, I am ready for that. I do feel a certain sense of empowerment now because I know my status as a Muslim. Earlier, even while practicing, I was always confused whether I should make it as a part of my identity or not. Thankfully, now all confusion is erased and my spirituality can breathe openly in the body of Islam. For rest of my life I want to devote my time to learn about deeper meanings of Ishq and Ilm. Within in that context I also see myself continuously engaged with the issues of women and ecological ethics in Islam.
More details about my journey towards Islam, I will etch out in next post. May Allah grant peace to everyone and may all of us find our purpose in this embodied world and leave this world in better shape for our beloved future planetary generations.
 As-Salam Walaikum













