Revert or Convert

Labeling tells us who we really are – and we describe ourselves in many ways. I am an American. I am a teacher. I am female. I am a doctor. I am a reader. I am a coffee-drinker. Sometimes we label ourselves, and other times we are labeled by others. As a person who was not born into Islam, I have been labeled with many names – crazy, Arab-wanna-be, towel-head. None of these labels, imposed upon me by others, has ever had a particular effect on me. Yet, the twenty-year-old habit of calling me (and those like me) a ‘revert’ has given me pause.

At some point over twenty years ago, someone latched on to the idea that we are all born upon fitra – or with an inherent tendency toward tawheed – and thus the term ‘revert’ was born. It was meant to indicate that those who had newly entered Islam had actually returned to their original state of being.

I, for one, have never felt comfortable with the label ‘revert’. I do not like being corrected by others when I introduce myself as a convert, nor do I appreciate discussing the issues of ‘reverts’ with other Muslims. The word ‘revert’ has the semantic implication of going backwards. It can be used instead of the word ‘relapse’ or ‘regress.’ The Arabic translation of the word would be murtad a horrible word meaning one that has turned back and away from their religion. The word convert, on the other hand, implies transformation. It can be used to talk about electricity charges, home renovations, and spiritual transformations.

Somehow we have been bullied into using the word ‘revert.’ The first time I heard the word ‘revert’ I was interrupted. I had been introducing myself, “I’m a convert” I said. “No, you are a revert.” I was told. It sat upon my heart – but I was young and impressionable – so I assumed (as most good converts do) that the Arabic speaking and Arabic last name person in front of me was ‘right.’ But I’m older now, and less impressionable, and no longer willing to be bullied into a vocabulary that I find unfitting to the conversion process.

Becoming a Muslim is an arduous affair. There are layers and layers involved in the process. A new Muslim has already changed her belief system. She must think about Jesus in a new way (if she was a Christian), and get to know Muhammad (s). The book she will now read for guidance and light needs a new language for full access, and – while she may always have believed in God as One – she now has a new name to get used to (Allah). A new Muslim must change her habits. She will begin to pray in a certain way – and in order to do so must memorize words and phrases that will, for a time, carry little meaning. She will change what she eats, and how she eats it. She may have to drop friends, perhaps the boyfriend that introduced her to Islam. She will have to deal with many people telling her what is ‘right’ and what is ‘wrong’ – often with contradictory opinions. She may hear erroneous claims that challenge her fledgling belief, and she may get frustrated with her new ‘friends’ and their strangeness.

When I became a Muslim I lived with some young Malaysian students. They were a great blessing in my life – I loved them. They taught me things one could never read in a book. I remember one day one of my new friends Jamaatun asked me why I hadn’t prayed witr. I had never heard of the prayer, but she answered for herself saying, “Oh I guess you will pray it with tahajjud,” to which I nodded – though I didn’t know what that was either. So she set me firmly on a path of worship. Yet I also remember feeling ‘elephant-like’ around my newfound Malaysian friends, they were so petite and gentle, while I was a loud and large American. I also had a sense of longing for someone who would understand why I wanted a piece of pie; alas I soon discovered that pie was a uniquely American dessert, and it would be years before I met another Muslim who ever had the thought “I could really use a piece of pie right now.”

Converts to Islam run the gamut of life transformation: I have known converts who entered into Islam, yet remained in an illicit relationship, and I have known converts who entered into Islam and changed everything about themselves – even those things that do not need changing, and I have known converts in between those two extremes. The road that the convert enters upon is a lifelong path. She will face challenges as a neophyte and then face new challenges as a seasoned veteran of her faith. I suppose this is why the name she calls herself is important to me. Revert implies that it is finished – she has gone back to something and she is done with that. Convert implies what is truer about the path – a continuous transformation, a continuous revamping, rebuilding, and renewing of her faith.

She who has converted to Islam has indeed taken an important first step on the path to God, but there are many more steps that will follow that first one. In the label ‘convert’ is the cognizance of the choice she has made.

Comment (2)

  1. Salim

    I empathize with your path, experiences and struggles but also differ on some. For example, when I first heard revert, I was elated to have found a suitable, less alienating word than convert. To me, ‘revert’ was to REstore myself to who I really was, to ‘REturn’ to allah from the path I strayed. I never made an Arabic association because no such word exists in arabic. All the Sahabah (raa) were Reverts by definition, so good company to keep in my view.

    However over time, I’ve come to realize when introduced as brother so-and-so, who’s a revert is well intended, and gives a chance to share our story (for other’s benefit), its one sided. Humans label and group by fitrah, nothing inherently wrong with that. However in the US my experience has been reverts assume an ‘other’ identity. This subconscious causes brothers and sisters to disclude us from family gatherings, social events, Eid visits, masjid leadership and more. It’s subtle, and quite unintentional- but the effects are devastating. It takes away our voice and identity. In my case I’m a (light) brown revert with a long beard – so often it’s assumed I’m a Muslim immigrant myself. No blue eyes to give me away.. lol As a result, I’ve seen both sides of this coin. Given the choice I would probably prefer being introduced as MYSELF – just another Muslim brother – than any other label however well intended.. Let them get to know me as their brother in Islam – then when it comes up naturally, sure, the revert story will have context instead of being DEFINING.

    wa Allahu Alim. JazakiAllahu khairan for sharing your story Sis.. Allah make it easy for you 🤲🏼

    Reply September 2019 at 4:54 pm
  2. Mazen Anan

    Salam Aluikum sister and brother ,
    I read both your articles, its quite impressive mashalla,
    I have felt what you wrote , what every word mean to you ,
    Revert : leaves an impression so as a Convert ,
    I have learned a lesson today , that every word we say to others , will leave a different hidden impression and a different feeling.
    And you were right about Mr.Right thing …we do as Arabs, lack proper exposure, and we think of our selves as Mr.Right ,,,
    I my self suffered from Mr Right thing for a long time ,
    Now im in my 40’s …I learned one thing … Go back to Books …original books …
    And read for your self ,,, Quraan …Books of Hadeeth … old time scholars…
    And you will find what you are looking for …
    and you will have peace with your self …bcz its not interpretation of someone else …

    May Allah bless you with (Thabat) steadiness…
    Mazen
    Jeddah
    2019

    Reply December 2019 at 3:06 am

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