I grew in faith; you stayed in ignorance.

Twenty-six years ago, I became Muslim, and both sides of my family immediately showed their ignorance. When I returned from living overseas, I witnessed the fake smiles to my face and the ugly talk behind my back. It wasn't just family either; I had many friends who turned out to be just as fake, playing the same two-faced games. They all think they hid it well, but I see right through them. I cut ties and kept my distance because life is too short to waste on ignorant people, whether they share your blood or a friendship. I was blessed with a phenomenal mother whose love was endless. She raised me with respect and integrity, and if she were here today, she would have set them all straight. I was born in San Antonio and raised in Del Rio, and today, my circle is strictly reserved for the loyal. Family is defined by respect, not just biology, and real friends don't stab you in the back.

My final whisper: I changed my faith, not my backbone.