Growing up, I was raised in a Christian household where every Sunday I’d put on my best dress and attend church with my family. I tried to be the perfect little Christian girl, but in the back of my mind, something always felt off, as if I didn’t quite belong. I practiced faith because it was what my family did, not because I truly understood or believed in it. But as I grew older, something inside me felt off, like I was just going through the motions without understanding why. My faith was something I inherited, something I accepted without question, and in many ways, it didn’t feel like my own.
It wasn’t until I met Maysoon, my dad’s girlfriend, that I began to explore spirituality in a deeper, more personal way. Maysoon was different from anyone I had ever known she was strong, confident, and endlessly kind. She made time for my little sister and me, showing up to our games, cheering us on at school events, and becoming a supportive, steady presence in our lives. As I got to know her, I learned that she was Muslim, and while I was familiar with the existence of other religions, I had never truly considered them as more than abstract concepts. Yet, Maysoon wasn’t just another person of a different faith; she was a person I respected and admired. As our relationship grew, she shared her beliefs with me, guiding me gently through the foundations of Islam and explaining how it shaped her life. She introduced me to her way of praying and even gifted me a Quran with an English translation. Together, we’d read and discuss it, and through these moments, I started to understand faith as something that could be deeply personal and meaningful. She taught me that spirituality didn’t have to feel obligatory but could be a journey of understanding, growth, and connection. Maysoon’s influence opened my heart, and through her, I began to redefine my own beliefs and values.
Recently, as the Israel-Palestine conflict has intensified, I find myself grappling with a deeper sense of grief and helplessness. I watch Maysoon speak with a heavy heart about Gaza, and for the first time, I see these global issues as more than distant events. The conflict is no longer just “news”; it involves real people, families, and friends, people like Maysoon who simply want peace.
My connection with Maysoon has given me a deeper appreciation of the shared human experience, and I now realize how essential it is to listen, to try to understand others even when they seem different from us. Maysoon’s influence has shaped who I am in ways I couldn’t have imagined. She has taught me that identity is not just about where we come from but about who we choose to become.
As I prepare to step into the next phase of my life, I carry with me the lessons Maysoon taught me. I’ve learned that strength isn’t about having all the answers but being willing to ask questions and seek understanding. My perspective on faith, identity, and even global issues has transformed because of her. This journey of self-discovery has transformed my perspective on faith, identity, and global issues. My relationship with Maysoon is a part of me that I cannot imagine leaving out, as it has taught me the importance of kindness and understanding. I hope to carry this approach with me into college and beyond, creating spaces where people from all walks of life feel seen, heard, and valued.