Survey Responses
257 anonymous American female converts to Islam — speaking for themselves, in their own words. No interpretation. No filter. Just testimony.
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I feel Muslim because I have a community where we all actively try our best to help each other out — having people that we have so many things in common with, not feeling alone.
They are not the same. One is an external formulation — the shahada — and the other an internal state. The two may coincide, or one may precede the other.
Feeling Muslim is an evolving process — a steadiness in the heart, a God-consciousness threading through daily life even when nothing outward marks me as Muslim.
The hardest part is not doubting Islam — it is feeling like I don't quite belong anywhere. Too Muslim for my family, not Muslim enough for the masjid.
When I pray Fajr in the quiet darkness, something settles in me. That is when I feel most Muslim — before the world wakes up and asks me to explain myself.
I felt Muslim for the first time not at my shahada but months later, when a sister I barely knew brought me food when I was sick. That was my real conversion.
What helped me most was finding other converts. Born Muslims don't always understand the grief of leaving your old life, even when you're certain you made the right choice.
For me, feeling Muslim came slowly — through the rhythm of prayer, through fasting, through learning to sit with uncertainty and trusting that it would eventually feel like home.
My family still asks if I'm going through a phase. Seven years later. What they cannot see is the peace. They only see what I gave up, not what I found.
I took my shahada in a room full of strangers who cheered and hugged me and told me I was Muslim now. And I was. But it took me three more years — of prayer, of loss, of learning — before I felt it. The shahada was a door. Feeling Muslim is learning to live in the house.
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The masjid can be an incredibly lonely place when you are new and brown is not your skin color. I kept going anyway. Eventually someone saw me.
I wish someone had told me that it is okay to still be figuring it out. Converts are not finished products. We are becoming, just like everyone else.
My husband is the reason I stayed. Not because he is perfect, but because he let me be a work-in-progress. He never made me feel like I was not enough of a Muslim yet.
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