Here is my story.

I grew up in a family comprised of Jews. The strongest sense of religion was withheld in my maternal grandparents. As you went down the family tree, religion became softer and softer. Even for a time, I did not even consider myself Jewish. But verily, I always believed in Ar Rahmaan.

Then, out from the smokey haze in which my faith was guided in, a friend called out to me. He showed me Islam and introduced me to it. His name is Jameel (peace and blessings be upon him! He is a great friend). This was in the year of 2003 during Ramadaan. I was introduced to Islam, learned a great deal, and I converted. Everything about Islam felt so...right. When I was first learning about Islam, I felt as if I was completely blind to the truth. I had to learn more, and my knowledge could not be quenched. Infact, that same incredible thirst for knowledge and purification still burns within me. I want to do as much as I possibily can do devote myself to Islam. Unfortunately, I do not know how to pray yet (I still have not visited a Mosque! I undoubtably will be visiting one soon. Most likely next weekend!). This one boundary is keeping my heart from believing that I am a true Muslim. Once I learn how to pray, a new spark of joy will be within me.

Infact, as of now, I decided it would be great to remember the ninety-nine perfect names of Allah! Tonight, I memorized the first ten. Each night I will memorize the next ten and so on untill I know all ninety-nine. Truely, Islam will guide me to the right path and I will recieve Al Mu'min's shade. Verily, Allah's shade is better than all shade.