Baitul Hamd was the best four years of my life. It took me in when I was young and knew nothing and transformed me into a more mature, loving, and patient person. It cemented inside of me knowledge that I never had before and it gave me a love for faith, Allah, and His words. The people were so nice and sweet, and they treated me like family, welcoming me into their own home and making me food when I forgot mine. When I was young and my hair showed from my scarf, they helped me fix it. And when I made mistakes, they never yelled. The teachers opened my heart, mind, and eyes and touched my life in ways that I can’t imagine myself without. They inspired me to improve and pushed me to be a better Muslim and person. I walked into Baitul Hamd clueless and I left as a Hafidha, with the knowledge of the Quran, some Hadith, and some Arabic and with good habits, like reading Surah Yaseen and Rahman every morning and Surah Mulk and Waaqiah every night. I joined thinking it was just a school but it was actually so much more: a home, a source of comfort, a hub of knowledge, a supportive community, and a journey on the right path.