This happens very, very occasionally–so I’m going to indulge in the moment. ;)
There’s something I didn’t mention in my entry about Muslim women marrying Christian and Jewish men, and that is that the particular man of whom I was speaking had expressed consideration to convert to Islam. Of course, I didn’t take it seriously. Without my influence, he already carried the basic belief that Jesus was only Prophet–but his tentative willingness to actually convert, however, I had chalked up to having nothing to do with Islam and everything to do with me. I fully and completely believe that converts are just as strong, knowledgeable, responsible, and important as those who have been Muslims their whole lives. This is a fact. There isn’t a difference.
But I’d always been firm about not marrying a man, if marrying at all, who converted after he met me. I want to play no part in even indirectly pressuring people to convert, in any way at all. I wanted to be sure he converted for the right reasons–for his love of God, and not for me. I was wary of whether he would stay true to the practices of Islam after the wedding if they weren’t for the right reasons.
It’s something that everyone kind of automatically looks out for without question. It’s been known to happen.
I had a conversation with a friend, shortly after that post, who said something along the lines of, “It’s not your business. His reasons are between him and God. Who are you to judge what’s in his heart? He is not to be scrutinized after his conversion.” Every Muslim, is Muslim.
I felt like someone had poured a bucket of water over me. Warm water, because it was awesome. I felt somehow lighter.