Stories of Muslim Reverts! - Post yours here!

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...

format_quote Originally Posted by syilla

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.

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

[BANANA]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)
[/BANANA]

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.

format_quote Originally Posted by swanlake

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

salaam.

i don`t remember ever crying this much.i`m so happy and glad i found this site.
revert stories r always inspirational and brave.i thanks Allah for making us muslims.
we born muslims take islam for granted while some had to srtuggle and fight for it.

thank u every one for sharing ur stories,May Allah reward those who founded this site,

wasalaamu aleikum.

mashallah! all these stories are awsome!

best thread ever!

it is very touching. it is even more touching to actually see people convert, unfortunately I have not had the chance to see it with my own eyes yet.

format_quote Originally Posted by IsaAbdullah

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]

so you are pretty new to Islam and it amazes me because you sound so informative about Islam. i'm born muslim however i'm studying the Quran in english now and its really amazing, however at the age of 18 i think the mosques and my parents haven't really taught us much about islam, and whenever they did culture would be involve, bear in mind i have supposed to have come from a religiouse family! anyway nice to have you brother!

format_quote Originally Posted by Ansar Al-'Adl

If you are a revert please add your story here, because it is very inspiring Alhamdullilah.

There are several stories on this site:
http://thetruereligion.org/modules/xfsection/

I'll post a few:

dear :brother: you have brought up something that lighted me up