Any positive stories with telling parents as a revert?

I reverted at the age of 16, and now I am 18. I feel so scared to tell my family, really so scared and I would hate to hide it forever. It’s getting to a point where I really want to wear the hijab, I want to not feel scared of telling people what I believe in. But I am so scared of my parents reactions. My mother is more emotional but open, and my dad, well he’s an atheist. He works in the Middle East so it has probably given him a better idea of what Muslim people are actually like Alhamdulillah. I just have no idea how I’ll ever tell them, like your family and friends perceiving you completely differently, I don’t know if I could handle it. And with everything there’s always a worse - case scenario, like your parents cutting you off. There are some moments where my parents seem so accepting and kind, and other moments where they are borderline islamaphobic and make assumptions, so I have no idea where I would stand with them. The most upsetting thing is, my parents love me loads, and they always say “what would we do without you” “you are the light in our life” “you are so mature for your age” and they say this not knowing that every day I try to live my life in the way that pleases Allah the most, to be kind, to forgive, to be grateful for everything. I just have no idea. They know I don’t drink alcohol or eat pork, and I think sometimes my differences are sometimes questioned. But I feel like I’m at a dead end. I’m writing this because just as I felt comfortable in practicing my religion privately, my brother made a comment about “Muslim rape culture” as I was sat next to him, and as I was telling him there’s a difference between religions and how some people live by them, and how he’d never talk about catholic children that were sexually abused by the Vatican but constantly point fingers at Islam, it made me think, will I ever truly get to reveal how I really see life, and what makes me so happy. Will I ever get to reveal to them that I have found something so special, that even when I have fasted ramadans alone, or suddenly taken my hijab off and hid it underneath my bed when I hear someone coming up the stairs, I still thank Allah and know that there is a reason for everything in life. I don’t know how long it will take to tell them, for them to tell their friends, for them to tell relatives, for them to accept it themselves, for them to understand I am my own person. It’s like it’s the biggest test to my character, and I don’t know how I’ll ever get to the point of not caring how others perceive me. If anyone has any positive stories, with parents who they thought would never be accepting, it would really be appreciated. Because although I am practicing Islam alone, and living within it inside me, I do not want to feel shame, I want to feel proud of the person I really am. 🥲

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