My life after (Part 2)

Bismillahir rahman nir rahim 

In the name of Allah , the most compassionate and merciful

I remember days before reverting where I would imagine what would happen when I did embraced Islam. Maybe i was overthinking, because the imaginative senarios would involve cold shoulders from my family and non-muslim friends. Things that they might gossip about me. But when i finally did revert, i thought nothing of these. I just managed "Alhamdulillah, at least that now there is a possibility that I wouldn't go to Hell." 

In Allah power, everything was relatively easy. I told my then non-muslims dorm mates in UPM's college about my faith and they received it gracefully. My parents, as i have written in previous post, weren't as graceful but as time goes, with many explanations from both me and my brother (he has  finally chosen a name ! Adam Yusof ) they begin to accept and are extremely tolerable to our new lifestyles. 

There was one time when my brother and I are at home during Hari Arafah and my brother wanted to puasa sunat. At 8am, my dad bought all of us nasi lemak. My brother, Vynson Adam decline the nasi lemak and said he wasnt hungry and will eat it for dinner. I immediately knew what was going on so i told my dad , while we were alone , that Adam was fasting. My dad said:

 "Why would you hide it ? Just tell me la! There's nothing wrong with fasting." 

This was surprising to me because my dad was of Catholic upbringing and was baptized when he was a baby in Sarawak, as all (or most) of my cousins in Sarawak has. At the first few weeks of my reversion, my dad showed a little resistance compared to my mum, who gave me full support after understanding that embracing Islam was my decision, and only mine. I guess it was partly because of his belief in Christianity. I have always wondered why i wasn't baptized, but i never got around to asking. Now i just joke with my dad that all of his kids wants to revert (meimei has said "nak masuk islam like zhezhe(me)" but she's too young to decide. but inshaa Allah she will to!) because he didn't baptized us from the start. 

What really caught me off guard was when i have to attend a family dinner (mind you, chinese family dinners mean the whole big family) in my hijab. I told my dad about my fears and he looked me dead in the eye and said "Be proud of who you choose to be, like i am proud of you" *sobsob* *insert crying emoticon* I love them , I love both my parents dearly. Even more after i have reverted.

Assalamualaikum 

ps, here's a screenshot of my mum being adorable about buying me a sejadah