The NeuroSpicy Revert - My Journey to Islam

⚠️ Trigger / Trauma Disclaimer: This episode includes references to emotional manipulation, poly-style dynamics, workplace sexism, police harassment, incarceration, and the quiet unraveling of a relationship that once felt like home. Sexual situations are mentioned, but nothing explicit.If you’re in a confusing relationship or carrying fresh heartbreak, listen gently. Take breaks if you need to. You’re not alone.Everything shared reflects my personal experiences and memories. Events are described to

⚠️ Trigger / Trauma Disclaimer: This post includes themes of infidelity, trauma, risky behavior, and emotionally complex relationships. Read with care, pause if you need to, and know you’re never alone in these chapters. 🕊️Bismillāh ir-Raḥmān ir-Raḥīm 🌿Some chapters aren’t pretty, but they’re necessary.Episode 5 is the season where I thought I was “choosing me,” when really I was choosing anything that felt like escape.I had left one chaotic man behind and was living like a half-feral 20-something

⚠️ Trigger / Trauma Disclaimer: This reflection mentions domestic violence, emotional manipulation, and medical trauma. It is shared from lived experience as part of a faith and healing journey. Please read with care, and pause if you need to. You are not alone. 🕊️Bismillāh ir-Raḥmān ir-Raḥīm. 🌿When I think about that season now, I don’t replay every fight or every lie. I remember the quiet. The quiet after the door slammed. The quiet of a bus rolling through the desert at 3 a.m. with three babies

Bismillāh ir-Raḥmān ir-Raḥīm 🌿When I was nineteen, I thought marriage was freedom.Not love. Not destiny. Just escape.After years of being micromanaged, misdiagnosed, and misunderstood, I was desperate for a way out — any way out.And marriage looked like the door.Justin wasn’t a soulmate. He was safety — or at least, that’s what I told myself. He was older, stable, calm, predictable. All the things my life had never been. And for a girl who had grown up in chaos, that kind of quiet felt like

⚠️ Trigger / Trauma Disclaimer: This post includes mentions of emotional abuse, sexual trauma, and mental health struggles. It is shared from my lived experience as part of my healing and faith journey. Please read with care, and pause if you need to. You are not alone. 🕊️Bismillāh ir-Raḥmān ir-Raḥīm 🌿Before I could ever tell you about my first husband, my affair, or how I ultimately found Islam, you have to understand the teenage girl who came before all of that — the one who built an entire

Bismillāh ir-Raḥmān ir-Raḥīm 🌿Every story of reversion is different — but mine didn’t start with a masjid, or a Qur’an, or even a conversation.It started with a photograph.The first image that appeared when I searched “Palestine” on Instagram wasn’t a travel guide or a recipe video.It was the photo by Motaz Azaiza — a young girl, trapped upside down in the rubble, her small body still beneath the concrete dust.That image stopped me cold.It broke something inside me that no sermon ever could.And

Bismillāh ir-Raḥmān ir-Raḥīm 🌿Every story starts somewhere. Mine begins at the intersection of exhaustion and surrender — the moment I realized that surviving wasn’t the same as living, and that healing would require rebuilding my relationship with Allah one breath at a time.When I first hit record for The NeuroSpicy Revert Podcast, I didn’t want perfection. I wanted proof that faith could sound like a trembling voice and still reach heaven. So much of reversion is unseen — the silent battles with