I had an awesome Islamic studies teacher!
Of course, you can lead a horse to the river, but you can't make it drink. I loved his lectures and the material. but I mean the actual worship and practicing built slowly.
To be honest, it's hard to say exactly how.
I don't know which event triggered gave me the greatest push, when so much happened.
I was blessed with worldly things. I wanted to be grateful, but everything was useless. I was born Muslim, but little by little I began to practice. I'm grateful my parents still kept up with some Islamic obligations. So I when truly understood its message and began accepting it, I didn't have to start from scratch.
I would sell this world for Islam. Islam gave me a purpose, a reason to be grateful.
Growing up, I realized from all the disbelief and engulfment in this dunya, I knew that was what I didn't want. But I had to look for what I did want. And Islam, I realized it was right there - what I wanted was Islam.