yes sis i hve feel free to read it

take care

I'd like to post this really nice story i read. it reminds me of other stories of my non-muslim friends. I'm sterotyping them, but they were generally like the guy in the following story


Taken from http://voiceforislam.com/PassionOfCh...nvertsMan.html

Passion Of Christ Converts Man To Islam


I begin in the name of Allah, Most Gracious, Most Merciful.

My next door neighbor used to grow Marijuana in his back yard. He rode a loud Harley Davidson and could not complete a sentence without saying the “f” word. There was a party every night at his house and God knows what went on but whatever it was the whole neighborhood could hear it. He loved my family because we treated him the way Muslims should treat their neighbors. We also never called the cops on him like his previous neighbors.

[Everyone please research how Muslims should treat neighbors by studying the teachings of the Holy Prophet Mohammed (peace be upon him)]

Back to the subject at hand. My neighbor spoke to us on occasion about God and what we believed in. Sometimes he would kid around and ask us to have a few drinks with him. One thing that really stood out about him was that he “kept things real.” He told you what he felt and didn't care how you took it. Very straight forward guy--held nothing back. Amazingly, however, as open as he was, there was one area of his life he chose to keep very private: His deep love for God.

Although he was the type of guy you never would have guessed went to church on Sundays, my neighbor still managed to attend every service. His parents, apparently, were very religious, out-spoken Christians.

One Sunday we were both standing in front of our garages and he looked over at me and said, “Hey neighbor I'm not a Christian anymore, I'm never going to church again!” “I'm going to become a Muslim.”

I looked at him stunned. Shocked! I thought he was joking. I said, “Yeah right bro.” He quickly assured me he was serious and I figured out quickly just how serious he was.

I asked what brought about the change. He told me he watched the movie The Passion of the Christ the night before and that sealed it for him. I had been talking to him about Islam for a while but never got to him--or at least I thought I didn't. I asked how the Passion had caused this change.

“I thought it would bring you closer to Christianity,” I said.

He responded yelling in his biker voice,

“You know men die for countries, men die for women, men die for money, men die for their friends and men have died for a lot less. Last night I watched the movie the Passion and I saw these disciples of Jesus and how they all claimed they didn't even know him when they were about to kill GOD or the SON OF GOD. Someone who has shown them miracles, brought the dead to life, supposedly GOD himself, and they run and not defend him. They could have eternal paradise; I would have died that night. How are you not going to die for GOD; and you're his DISCIPLE?! It makes no sense! Keep it real man.”

Soon after, I gave the brother some videos and pamphlets to help further explain the beliefs of Islam--in case I missed anything important. About a day later I heard a knock at my door.

“I'm ready” he said.

And with those words, I asked him to repeat after me: “Ashadu Allah ilaha il Allahu, wa Ashadu ana Muhammad ar rasulullah.”

I bear witness that there is no God worthy of worship except Allah and Muhammad is the final messenger of God.

Coming To Islam

My name is Sister Fatemah Islam. I am 37 years old.
I am an American citizen by birth. A Native Indian of the United States.
I was raised in Nebraska in a very poor Indian neighborhood, but then
I was a child I didnأ know too much about being poor (it is just how things
were). I was raised under the Indian ways and ALLAH (swt). I knew nothing
of Islam.
I thought that all families were like mine, abusive, disruptive, and dangerous.
I thought that the pain was ALLAH(swt) preparing me for life as an adult, those
were some hard lessons with deep scars. This was ALLAHأ's will? I didnأ like ALLAH
very much back as a child. The innocence of blame. I grew up in a household of
drugs, alcohol, and sex . I hated everyone and everything around me. I started
drinking and drugs at the tender age of 11. Suicide was always on my mind I
figured ALLAH had made a mistake and I was going to give this life back. Well,
as you can see I am still here, ALHAMDULILLAH.
I married at the age of 17 (just turned). My first child was born to me while I was
Still in high school. Two children later and a few hard beatings the later I was pregnant
I divorced my husband. Not knowing how to be independent I fell for the first boy
To look my direction and married him. Again two children later and more beatings
I left my second husband. Four beautiful daughters and two divorces I decided
to live alone with my children.
I moved to Denver, Colorado started working in gay bars and still drinking and
Doing drugs. 14 years like this and alone, depressed, and very suicidal by this time.
I was still not speaking to ALLAH(swt)I had all but forgotten about ALLAH(swt).
One day I was surfing the net to find advertising ideas for the bar. I came across
This ad that had a banner flashing at the bottom of itأ¢â‚¬â„¢s page. www.islamnow.com
Is what it read. I was excited I thought Islam was a Country , I clicked onto the site.

Islam found me
From that moment Islam had me. I read the entire site and the adjoining sites
There. Went on like this all night. I cried, laughed, and was even angry why ALLAH
hadnأ¢â‚¬â„¢t shown or guided Islam to me before. After all I had read I knew not to question
ALLAH (swt). By this time it is morning I didnأ¢â‚¬â„¢t sleep, drink, or eat this whole time
Over 24 hours of non-stop Islam. I stood up asked a customer to take me to the nearest mosque, she did. The one hour drive was the longest wait.
I was afraid to come to ALLAH(swt). I thought maybe what if ALLAH said no to me.
I met the Imam and told him why I was there. He scared me. He started saying things
I didnأ understand, loudly but happily. When he calmed down, He calmed me down
I thought I was going to faint. This when I entered Islam. The first time I had ever
heard Arabic language up close and I was speaking them to the most important words
I will ever say in my life..SHAHADA.

fee amaan Allah
sister fatemah

this thread really make me cry non stop...

I know, me too! considering I am a man, I use to hunt up reversion story every where on the world.wide.web. It is also hitting britian also, I on the other week, saw a white sister (wearing a Hijab), (althoug I don't know if she was a revert or born muslim from another country), did not ask, or talked. It is strange sometime's but it makes me happy.

I did not revert until I was 65 years old. I knew very much about Islam, in a scholastic manner for many years. But, I never saw what it meant until I was 65.

I was born in a very good Christian home. Did everything in line with the teachings of the Church. I felt very close to God(swt) and had accepted Jesus(pbuh) as my personal savior.

When I reached my mid twenties, I still loved God(swt) but I no longer agreed with the teachings of the Church. I became Buddhist, not so much as a religion, but rather as a philosophy of life.

I was very blessed with having the opportunity to pursue a very good academic life. One of my Favorite studies was languages. I also was very much interested in Philosophy and Comparative Religions. My undergraduate days were actualy in a Seminary.

My first career was as an USAF Combat Pilot. After being severly injured my Military career came to an early end. I then pursued mechanical engineering and ended up working as a Draftsman (Draughtsman for the old spelling). During that time I also continued my education torn between Biology and Psychology. I also had the opportunity to do considerable traveling. Lived in quite a few different places. I kept my interest in Languages and pursued the Arabic Language. During that time I did manage to get a copy of the Qur'an all in Arabic. I used it as a means to develope my Arabic skills. I was also interested in reading it as an informational source about Islam.

Well during the years I had 3 Children 2 girls and a son. The two Girls were interested in the Arabic Language. At an early age they reverted to Islam. My grandchildren were all born Muslim. So, I had plenty of contac with Muslims. But, I still felt it was not what I was seeking.


Finaly one day when I was 65 years old I decided to brush up on my language skills by reading the Qur'an again. For some reason, it looked different. I was not looking at it as a scholar, I was FEELING it, I do not know how long or how many times I read it in the next day or two. But, then I knew, I had to say the Shahadah, I said it to Allah(swt) immediatly and the very next Friday I said it at the Masjid.

alhamdulillah!!!!

asalamu alaykum

all these revert stories are so wonderful. as for myself, i had no knowledge of islam before i met my muslim husband. i heard the word "islam" here and there, but never knew what it was. before i agreed to marry my husband i had told him that i did not wish to change my religion. i was a christian. many nights were spent debating about religion. to me it felt like he was saying my religion was wrong, which now i believe it was in regards to worshipping jesus (pbuh)as the son of God, and the cross, but at that time i was set on proving him wrong. i searched the internet and found the english transliteration of the quran. i skimmed thru alot of the surahs and when i found something that sounded strange i asked questions. i soon got bored of reading from a computer screen and went out and bought pickthall's transliteration of the quran. i didnt get too far into it before i realized that i couldnt stay a christian. in july of 2004 i said the shahada to Allah and a few days later said it to my father in law thru the internet and the following july i said it in front of my husband's family. i still havent gotten thru the english version because i gave it to a friend of mine after discussing islam with her. i still have a ways to go before being an ideal muslim but every day ashadu an la illaha ill allah washadu ana mohammedir rasulallah.

walaykum asalam,

linda

it is very compelling...thank you...

i think i better read another thread...

have to stop crying hehe...

oh... before i forget...

i have this wonderful story taken from islamic forum

Asalaamo aleykum , This is my story of how I reverted. Before my birth my biological father run off when he found out I was on the way. My mother was forced to give me up for adoption and so directly after birth I went to a orphanage. My mother met another man in South Africa on holiday and he had planned to kidnap me out of the orphanage, but was stopped by my mother's family for doing so. I stayed in that orphanage untill I was 2 1/2. Then I got fosterparents. They wear extremely cruel, as ...the doctor told them just after marriage that they couldnot get children, so they registered for adopting a child....then they miraculous got three sons and forgot about the registration. When after some years the agency came with me, the mother was very dissappointed but ( as she numerous times told me) they felt forced as their Christian duty to accept me anyway though they hated the fact I was a girl. She always told and tought me I was the filthiest creature God ever made on earth, and that even a cat was cleaner as she would lick herself clean. Therefor she used to put me daily in the most horrifieing and humiliating situations and abuses untill at the age of 7, she called on her sons in the livingroom and "gave" me to them, while she and her husband would watch. They were very practising Christians i.e. they went to church every sunday and we'ld pray 3 / 4 times a day, help a lot with charities and all. The sexual and fysical abuse got so far that from I was 11 they used to tie me up with belts and ropes beaten me up daily and regular kept me awake at nights to clean, and used me numerous times at gunpoint or with threatning with a "bowie- knife". When I was sick, they made me stand in a kind of hole in the backgarden till I fainted while they observed behind the windows. I used to have many fantasy-worlds where I would live continuesly, had imaginary friends and parents. Well...only a fatherfigure really, "mothers" just freaked me out to death. Where I would be always, just feeling like I wasnot here anymore. And I wasn't. I used to dream about foreign places to go, foreign times and people. Just as long as I wouldnot be there. When I was 17 I went to look for my biological mother as she had only left me a diary when she left me. I found her parents and called them, and they were so happy. but as I didnot realize my childhood was not 'normal', ..one day grandpa asked me "how it was yesterday" ( just for the chat )..and I breezy told him they had tied me up again and hang me out of the third floor window on the roof by my feet for I didnot want to 'cooperate'. So grandpa and all went shocked and called the childfare here and at the same time the fosterparents found out I had layed contact with my biological family and they kicked me out, back to the orphanage. After a few months of refusing to talk as I thought there was nothing shocking or serious to talk about, there was a documentary on tv about incest and the girl was all crying and sad there. And I felt disguisted and filled with laughter ridiculing through the tv-lounge :" THAT is why she is crying ??? so stupid, that happened to me to , why would she cry ???" So.....again everybody shocked and called childfare again......they came over just to tell me and the orphange they had known that they raped me since I was 11 for the fostermother asked them to keep quiet if it would ever come up.....again people shocked..... They made me tell more and more and I got more and more confused and in pain. I used to faint quiet often, get panic-attacks, mutilated my hands and head against the wall frequent and even took overdose of sleepingpills. they made me meet my biological mother, who lives in South Africa, and she got panic and told me she was very dissappointed that I didnot had a ponytail ( amazing but true ) and that my childhood wasnot what she thought to see and she couldnot handle that and abandonned me ( again). I went on trial against one of the sons for I feared my fostermother too much, and won the trial, but the loneliness and abandonness got too much of me and made me get a nervous breakdown completely and I locked myself up in my house, losed my job , and went back to my fantasyworlds. I lived as a zombie, I had no clue, awareness at all of the 'outside' world. I feared the world outside so immense, I had darkened my windows with sheets, and lived for years on crackers and peanutbutter . Every contact with the outside just confused me totally and I felt I wasnot human even. I knew there was something different with me, with my head, as it felt broken in peaces. I went to the hospital to have a CT scan and EEG, just to show them my head was broken, but the neurologist said it was fine, only had too many concussions he said, that is all. But I still was sure my head didn't work the same as other people, and I lived in tremendous pain and like nightmares while I was awake. The pain inside got so terrible I sometimes had to run on the street in the middle of the night as to scream for help. At one of those nights I came pass a church and I wrote on a little paper a message if the 'minister of the church would please have me in, and I slipped the note in the church mailbox. The next day the minister called and invited me over and I felt save. Everytime the pain was too severe I could go there. Through that church I got to know a woman who was into New Age...and she gave me a poetrybook of Rabindranath Tagore about God. This was so beautiful that I went to a bookstore and found more poetrybooks , but from Inayat Khan. When I read his poetry and books I wished I would marry such a man. I used to visit a Pakistani clothes shop and the lady there introduced me to a friend of her family. The moment I saw him I knew he would be my husband. Only he didnot neccesary feel the same so strong about me. Only after a week or so I told him about my childhood and he couldnot believe it. Rather...he laughed and called me a lier. I told him the f*** word and went outside. When I came back he apologized and said he had never heard from this kind of childhood / parents in his whole life. He said he just couldnot believe it to be true as it was too outrageous and he said he asked Allah to let him show me what love is and let him show me what to be cared for/about is, and that he loved to be my husband and make me loose my pain one day Inshallah. I agreed to marry him and called my mother in SA to tell her so. A few weeks later we married in Pakistan. After taht a specialist found out that I have Multiple Personality Disorder, it's a Dissociative Disorder that helped me survive and still does. I have 19 personalities / parts who connect and speak with eachother even through the induvidual moving of my fingers and muscles in my face/arms and legs, since several personalities are paralyzed of speech. I said Shahada at my Nikkah, and knew the meaning, though I didnot know much more about real Islam, since all my books were really Sufi books. My husband told me he is Sunni Muslim, but that was it. I rarely saw or knew him to pray, he never fasted, never said salaam to me, never taught me anything about hijab, haraam food ( except pork), he never read Quran, never taught me about alcohol and much much more. Just after our first son was born he did adhaan in his ear and I had the child circumsized, and that was it. Only after 2 years of marrige I met another reverted sister and she asked me "are you Muslim?" and I didnot know what to tell her. I said " I think so, I am not sure?"..This made me interest in Islam. I bought booklets about salaat, I asked my husband for a Quran and started to wear khimaar. and read more books. My husband really didnot like this much. He had a meeting with friends and they also warned him that a revert is more "fundamental" then they were and his only response was to them " Saffia will never love Allah more then me ". So, he used to humiliate and insult me often about my hijab, he used to call me names and often order me to take it off when being with his/our friends and non mahram family. He would say mocking to the neighbours " look, I don't have a dutch wife, I have a Turk ", he even once kicked me under my butt over a tourist street when he felt embarressed of the drunken Kufar looking at me,... mocking " Hey, why are you so nasty mood ? Come on and laugh ! " Often when a Kufar or so is near, he calls me names, openly ridiculing my hijab. I have gotten stronger and stronger over the years. I refuse to take my hijab off since 2 years now Alhamdulillah. But the threats have gone worse. He even has threatened to break my nose and destroy my face if I wouldnot take it off for his friends, and Alhamdulillah I am strong I bear it. He even threatened to kidnap my children to Pakistan if I would obey Allah over him , ( the next day he went to a striptease-bar) and Alhamdulillah I bear it. I am the one to teach our children 'salaam', to teach them salaat and now 5 short Surahs memorized. Since 5 years I refuse to drink alcohol and even secretly emptied some beercans of him in the drain. When he was depressed of how 'rich' the non-believer was in compare with him, I had read him 3 ayahs from Quran. But as a thanks , he got furious and told me if I ever recited a word from Quran he would destroy my face. Now I only read Quran with the children and my oldest (8) makes constant duaa that we become Hafidha one day, mashallah. It is all the same with removing pictures/ statues in the house, or one day I told my son to beware of the meat he bought, that it was haraam and he should not eat with him. He furiated completely, saying how dare I humiliate him in front of his children. And he grabbed me and shouted and threatened me and all. it is not allowed, he constant puts me down by saying that he found me a non-believer and he will always see me as one. I have Faith in Allah Ta'ala. I know He sees me and He hears my prayers. I have faith that He is with me. I feel blessed that I have Islam now. He so often Shuker Alhamdulillah answers my prayers beofre the next prayertime enters. So often. I donot tell my husband that often, for I think he will be shocked as to how many duaas came and come true. I donot feel alone or lonely. I told Allah that as am to weak to run and I fear he will kidnap my children ( and raise them according to his way of practising the Deen) I will stay and bear my husband treatment and insults, just thanking that he only gives me another reason to let my tears drop on my prayer rug. Then sometimes I go to my husband and tell him with wet and tears-full red- face " see? This is how you make Duaa !" and I point to my face. And I know he must think about it. I know Allah ta'ala is so near. Last year Alhamdulillah my husband started to pray a little. This year he prays 5 times a week max. Last year he started to join fasting with me also. And even since 10 months ( Inshallah) he hasnot drunk alcohol. I have had the most wonderful mails from sisters here about Sabr and the reward of Allah, and that is what I hold strong to. I often think of that Hadith of the black woman with epilepcy. And I want to be as strong as she.I wouldnot want Allah to take away my headaches and limitations in my head, I couldnot live without. I feel it is Allah Who gave me this pains to help me coope with life after all. I know I forget so much due to the pressure and constant pain in my head, and I have constant black-outs, all day long. Often I cry why my head and life seems so difficult and Alhamdulillah I realise that it is only bearable for me as long as I have faith in Allah's Love, Power and Reward. Then with this in my thoughts I don't mind the torment, all the losses and hatric and insults and confusement. I still fear going outside alone, fear of getting lost in my panic . I only dream and pray that Allah gives me the time and strength to see my children grow up and become a grandma. Then , I tell Allah, if they donot need me anymore, He may take me with Him. And I love to go with Him, I dream of Him embracing me, holding me close to Him, and that I never have to bear any pain ever again. ps. I realise it looks like my husband is very cruel, and that scares me , I should tell that he does treat me very well as a woman, and his wife, just not the "Muslimah part" of it so much. Well, it is so, when a practising Muslim comes over he talks very proud of me, when a Kufaar comes over he talks bad and complains about me . At moments when he needs me most, he tells me he is proud of me that I am a Muslimah, but when that time is over, it is bad again. O well, my head is broken, please forgive me for talking so openly about this part of my Muslim-life, please forgive me ? from chaand (islamic forum)

Peace be upon yall, Salaam Aleykum

I have been meaning to complete a piece of my life in written form, to be more precise the journey to the straight path.
To the reader, this is not a means to give prove Islam right or to show it’s superiority, since this was a personal journey and Islam stands with or without this journey, and I cannot add any benefit to Islam nor can I take away from it’s beauty. The purpose is to merely share a journey of one man which may help others to see things in a better prospective, in the same way that the journey of others has helped me along my journey.

EDIT: My knowledge of Islam was not very accurate, a muslim to me seemed to be an arabic guy with an ak screaming Allawackbar (thats how I used to say it and spell it)
I was the type of boy that before becoming Christian used to play soccer and when I would score would scream ALlawackbar and bow down as I used to see the some muslims do, as a joke to annoy my muslim friends, and do stupid ignorant stuff like that, little did I know I would be postrating in tears pretty soon .

Into Christianity

Before reaching the final destination of Islam I was driven towards my family’s religion Christianity.

During my first year in college (in the U.K. not American College) I found myself being asked to leave after a couple of months, at this period societies nature had taken it’s toll on me and I seemed to be doomed as another young male with no purpose. I found myself out of college, passing day by day with no actual focus. It was out of this darkness that the journey would begin. A sunny afternoon I found myself passing through the local shopping centre, as far as I recall I was going to pick my little brother up from his school, it was then that I found a lady’s outstretched hand, passing me a book, considering I had never read a book up to that point in life, never from cover to cover, except for maybe one for school, I found myself instinctively taking the book, without even knowing what it was about, funny enough after handing me the book the lady eagerly suggest I should provide a donation, nice tactics.

The book was entitled ‘Survivors’ by a man named Zion Ben Jonah. This book struck me by total surprise with its hardcore and explicit statements; it was a great change from everything I had heard before then in Church. The loving, merciful and passionate side of God was always being talked about, what this book did was take the worst case scenario and apply it to the end times which was a very intriguing wake up call to the former ‘happy-go-lucky’ type of attitude in the Church, that nothing harmful would ever happen.

From this concerned prospective I began to stand up and take more of a vocal point at church and began to start engaging with Christianity, I began stating my point of view and my distress at the one sided preaching that happened in the Church. I questioned and questioned as to why we didn’t speak about the end times, why we didn’t talk about the wrath of God and rather spend every Sunday speaking about the same thing again and again. It was this sort of blind Church going that provoked my reaction from myself. I began questioning and reading passages from Revelation to my peers to wake them up, that anyone ‘Luke-warm will be spat out’ and that 100% dedication would be needed and a part time Christian is no Christian at all.

Christian Union

By now the next curriculum year of college had began and I had enrolled in the same college. It was on one occasion that I found a family friend in a room with about 7 or so people at lunch time, intrigued I looked through the door-window hoping to get a glance; she then saw me and indicated that I should enter.
I humbly entered not knowing what to expect, but hearing something very sweet, the speaking of God, on a serious level. I started from this attending the Christian Union meetings, and what I loved more was the preaching contained a balance of both love and justice, the never ending reminders that ‘your mouth will testify about what it was used for, the finger will testify what it was used for’ and so on kept me at an edge and consistently reminded me of the need for repentance and acceptance of God. Although the meetings only took place of Wednesday and Fridays I began to urge for meetings on every lunch time and would find myself restless if no meetings occurred. Such qualities must have been obvious because it was soon after I had expressed my intention of more meetings vocally, that I remember a couple of instances in which the group leaders, whom were all leaving that year, were sat round talking about finding a successor and all in turned expressed that God had spoke to them and revealed some names, now, I don’t claim to be a mind reader, but it was pretty obvious who they were indirectly saying God said.
At that time, I was battling myself, with a major problem I had always had, the problem of putting myself in the right place, since practicing Christianity, the place being that I am nothing, and that all good that I may do is from God and so on, although I believe that and understand it, and even tried my best to practice it, I have always found it hard to even speak without feeling that I have let Satan find a way to place pride in me, so I told the leaders that I couldn’t see myself as a leader because I needed my humility, and with becoming a leader I feared pride.


The Talk

Although I have always had Muslim friends they have never been able to give me da’wah properly (another key factor, this is the need as to why Muslims should learn da’wah, had I died a couple of years earlier I would have never known the proper Islam) but somehow, although it had never entered my mind, I heard about a Muslim talk that was going to take place, I decided to go.

[On a quick note, the decision to go was somewhat similar and instinctive as the decision to take the book from the lady.]

On arriving, I didn’t know to expect, the speaker was not going to turn up, but there were plenty of books and a lot of chocolate, which sure helped me stay, a brother took up the speakers place and just entertained some questions.

From there, December 2004 until July 2005 I started learning the views of Islam and started to also view Christianity, something I hadn’t done, although I had believed in it, I had never scrutinised it and examined it from a neutral viewpoint.

Another point to help me was the Autobiography of Malcolm X, and the journey of his helped in a subtle way to shed a light on Islam.

It was during this period that I slowly started to realise, that Eesa is but Abdullah, meaning that Jesus is but a Servant of Almighty God.

And in, July 2005 I bore my testimony of faith.

[All praise is due to Almighty God for any benefit that has occurred through this article and any mistakes are solely mine and may God forgive me]

Salaam Aleykum Wa Rhametula Wa Berekatu
[Peace be upon yall and mercy from Almighty God and blessings]

Your brother in Islam and/or Humanity

Eesa Abdullah
[Jesus servant of Almighty God]

brothers and sisters

These stories never cease to fill me with happiness that you all embraced this way of life. I personally cant imagine life without Islam. But i feel i fall short of what is good muslim. May Allah bless us with His mercy and make us those who are guided. aameen.

Ameen, I hope I die Muslim. well we all die muslim