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Mila said:
My conversion to Islam

A lot of people have asked me how I became Muslim and they expect and very long, spirtual, and emotional story about how I found the truth. But my "story" is rather simple.

I grew up a minister's daugther but was never really into the church to be quite honest I absolutely hated going to church and thought the whole Trinity thing was a scam. And that the members of the church were not worshipping God but rather the pastor. Its like when ever a problem came up it was always oh i have to go tell this to the paster or oh i have to ask the pastor for help. This made no sense to me because if God is so powerful why must I go thru the pastor/or even church to have my prayers answered.

So I basically was always physically in church but never mentally there. I felt this way all the way up until my teens years and I finally started to verbally express my desire not to go to church and how I thought Christianity made no sense at all. I started asking my mom questions about the bible that did not make sense and she could not give me an answer to all the questions I had. My mom then went to the pastor and asked him the same questions that I did and he could not give her an answer and told her somethings are just meant to not be understood. My mom like me did not like the answers we were getting so she quit her job as minister and started to do some research on the Bible and other religions. During this time my mom got married and he ( my step dad) started telling her about Islam and after looking into it she converted. She never told me about her conversion to another religion but I knew something was up because all the bacon and pork in the house disappeared and she just had a different demeanor about her. So one day I go to her and say why are you acting so weird. Is there something I should know?

Thats when she told me about Islam and how peaceful it was and how it answers any question you have and more. Her and my step dad told me more about Islam but my mom wanted me to be absolutely sure that I was ready to convert because it was no going back to disbelief after accepting Islam. She then told me about a girl at my school and how here family was muslim. I was shocked mostly because she did not wear hijab and I never would have thought that there were any muslims were we lived ( i lived in a very racist small town at the time that is mainly the reason behind her not wearing hijab it was just too dangerous). So the next day at school I went up to her and asked her did she belive in Allah (swt) and she looked at me so shocked and nervously said yes. Then I told her cool could you teach me about Islam and since then every day at lunch she would teach me. It was in the middle of ramadan at the time and she explained to me why muslims fast and about the Prophet (pbuh).
We became attached at the hip and within the end of the week I became muslim. I would say she helped me to understand Islam more (i know my parents were telling me about it but its just so different when your are 13 and a peer tells you about it).

And now when I go to masjid LOVE it i fell so spiritually connected with God and its just so peaceful and nothing like how i felt when I was Christain.
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شكرا Ukhti. Very nice. I'm happy that you have found peace and a spiritual connection.
Islam really can bring peace. All the best on your journey.

:Alhumdill
 
Mila said:
My conversion to Islam

A lot of people have asked me how I became Muslim and they expect and very long, spirtual, and emotional story about how I found the truth. But my "story" is rather simple.

I grew up a minister's daugther but was never really into the church to be quite honest I absolutely hated going to church and thought the whole Trinity thing was a scam. And that the members of the church were not worshipping God but rather the pastor. Its like when ever a problem came up it was always oh i have to go tell this to the paster or oh i have to ask the pastor for help. This made no sense to me because if God is so powerful why must I go thru the pastor/or even church to have my prayers answered.

So I basically was always physically in church but never mentally there. I felt this way all the way up until my teens years and I finally started to verbally express my desire not to go to church and how I thought Christianity made no sense at all. I started asking my mom questions about the bible that did not make sense and she could not give me an answer to all the questions I had. My mom then went to the pastor and asked him the same questions that I did and he could not give her an answer and told her somethings are just meant to not be understood. My mom like me did not like the answers we were getting so she quit her job as minister and started to do some research on the Bible and other religions. During this time my mom got married and he ( my step dad) started telling her about Islam and after looking into it she converted. She never told me about her conversion to another religion but I knew something was up because all the bacon and pork in the house disappeared and she just had a different demeanor about her. So one day I go to her and say why are you acting so weird. Is there something I should know?

Thats when she told me about Islam and how peaceful it was and how it answers any question you have and more. Her and my step dad told me more about Islam but my mom wanted me to be absolutely sure that I was ready to convert because it was no going back to disbelief after accepting Islam. She then told me about a girl at my school and how here family was muslim. I was shocked mostly because she did not wear hijab and I never would have thought that there were any muslims were we lived ( i lived in a very racist small town at the time that is mainly the reason behind her not wearing hijab it was just too dangerous). So the next day at school I went up to her and asked her did she belive in Allah (swt) and she looked at me so shocked and nervously said yes. Then I told her cool could you teach me about Islam and since then every day at lunch she would teach me. It was in the middle of ramadan at the time and she explained to me why muslims fast and about the Prophet (pbuh).
We became attached at the hip and within the end of the week I became muslim. I would say she helped me to understand Islam more (i know my parents were telling me about it but its just so different when your are 13 and a peer tells you about it).

And now when I go to masjid LOVE it i fell so spiritually connected with God and its just so peaceful and nothing like how i felt when I was Christain.
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:sl: dear sister Mila,

What a beautiful story, maashaAllah.

JazaakiAllah khayr for sharing, and all praise be to Allah who guided you back home to Islam.

Assalaamu alaikum.
 
there to much inspiring stories to here and its a delightful fealing to read them and feel them also loved all my new muslims and there inspiring stories
 
Salaam

Muslim Woman said:
Blair's sister-in-law converts to Islam


The Guardian

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some funny and interesting comments I saw online on her convert to Islam

They are fuming

Ariel Sharon has been so shocked he has awoken from his coma.



I wonder if she will declare holy war on Tony Blair, him being a catholic, a kuffar

That's an amazing phenomenon ....... you guys need to scratch your head and wonder, that despite so much publicity against islam that islam treats women poorly , don't give them freedom, let men dominate them ....... still educated women are attracted to Islam .
 
Muslim Woman said:
some funny and interesting comments I saw online on her convert to Islam They are fuming Ariel Sharon has been so shocked he has awoken from his coma. I wonder if she will declare holy war on Tony Blair, him being a catholic, a kuffar That's an amazing phenomenon ....... you guys need to scratch your head and wonder, that despite so much publicity against islam that islam treats women poorly , don't give them freedom, let men dominate them ....... still educated women are attracted to Islam .
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al7mdlillah may Allah swt make her sincere in her conversion and enable her to do good..
I am not surprised this is the age of the great schism.. many will enter into Islam many will leave.. Allah swt didn't give us the gift of Islam with a particular people in mind.. it is for all of man kind.. so whereas the arabs are squandering their money on high class prostitutes, educated individuals enter into Islam and they enter with reason and reflection..

Allah Akbar..

:w:
 
There's a short film on youtube named: The_Absolute_Truth_About_Muhammad_in_the_Bible. It talks about how the name of the Prophet SWS is mentioned in Torah and I thought it may help some people on here.
 
Salaam

full story:



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talks about her conversion to Islam.

Lauren Booth in addtion to being the sister of Tony Blair's wife, is a broadcaster, journalist and - a Muslim.
How is this possible? What is the reason behind all of this?

Get the facts from the source - herself. Here in her own words, she tells us about how she feels in coming to Islam..


"It is the most peculiar journey of my life. The carriage is warm and my fellow passengers unexpectedly welcoming. We are progressing ­rapidly and without delay. Rain, snow, rail unions, these things make no difference to the forward rush.


Yet I have no idea how I came to be on board nor, stranger still, quite where the train is heading, apart from this: the destination, wherever it might be, is the most important place I can imagine.


I know this all seems gloriously far-fetched, but really it is how I feel about my conversion, announced last week, to Islam.


Although the means and ­mechanisms that brought me to this point remain mysterious, the decision will determine every aspect of my life to come as firmly as the twin rails beneath that exhilarating express.


Asked for a simple explanation of how I, an English hack journalist, a ­single working mother, signed up to the Western media’s least-favourite religion, I suppose I would point to an intensely spiritual experience in an Iranian mosque just over a month ago.


But it makes more sense to go back to January 2005, when I arrived alone in the West Bank to cover the elections there for The Mail on Sunday. It is safe to say that before that visit I had never spent any time with Arabs, or Muslims.


The whole experience was a shock, but not for the reasons I might have expected. So much of what we know about this part of the world and the people who follow Mohammed the Prophet is based on ­disturbing - some would say biased - news bulletins.


So, as I flew towards the Middle East, my mind was full of the usual 10pm buzz­words: radical extremists, fanatics, forced marriages, suicide bombers and jihad. Not much of a travel brochure.


My very first experience, though, could hardly have been more positive. I had arrived on the West Bank without a coat, as the Israeli airport authorities had kept my suitcase.
Walking around the centre of Ramallah, I was shivering, whereupon an old lady grabbed my hand.


Talking rapidly in Arabic, she took me into a house on a side street. Was I being kidnapped by a rather elderly terrorist? For several confusing minutes I watched her going through her daughter’s wardrobe until she pulled out a coat, a hat and a scarf.


I was then taken back to the street where I had been walking, given a kiss and sent warmly on my way. There had been not a single comprehensible word exchanged between us.


Warmth of spirit
It was an act of generosity I have never forgotten, and one which, in various guises, I have seen repeated a hundred times. Yet this warmth of spirit is so rarely represented in what we read and see in the news.


Over the course of the next three years I made numerous journeys to the occupied lands which were once historic Palestine. At first I went on ­assignments; as time went by, I started travelling in solidarity with charities and pro-Palestinian groups.
I felt challenged by the hardships ­suffered by Palestinians of all creeds. It is important to remember there have been Christians in the Holy Land for 2000 years and that they too are suffering under Israel’s illegal occupation.


Gradually I found expressions such as ‘Mashallah!’ (a phrase of gratitude meaning ‘God has willed it’) and ‘Al Hamd­illilah!’ (akin to ‘Halle­lujah’) creeping into my everyday speech. These are exclamations of delight derived from the 100 names of God, or Allah. Far from being nervous of Muslim groups, I started looking forward to meeting them. It was an opportunity to be with people of intelligence, wit and, above all else, kindness and generosity.


I’m going to take a break here to pray for 10 minutes as it’s 1.30pm. (There are five prayers each day, the times varying throughout the year depending on the rising and setting of the sun.)


I was in no doubt that I had embarked on a change of political understanding, one in which Palestinians became families rather than terror suspects, and Muslim cities communities rather than ‘collateral damage’.
But a religious journey? This would never have occurred to me. Although I have always liked to pray and, since childhood, have enjoyed the stories of Jesus and the more ancient prophets that I had picked up at school and at the Brownies, I was brought up in a very secular household.


Bold Muslim women


It was probably an appreciation of Muslim culture, in partic­ular that of Muslim women, that first drew me towards a broader appreciation of Islam.


How strange Muslim women seem to English eyes, all covered up from head to toe, sometimes walking behind their husbands (although this is far from universally the case), with their children around their long skirts.


By contrast, professional women in Europe are happy to make the most of their appearance. I, for example, have always been proud of my lovely blonde hair and, yes, my cleavage.


It was common working practice to have this on display at all times because so much of what we sell these days has to do with our appearance.


Yet whenever I have been invited to broadcast on television, I have sat watching in wonder as the female presenters spend up to an hour on their hair and make- up, before giving the serious ­topics under discussion less than 15 minutes’ attention. Is this liber­ation? I began to wonder just how much true respect girls and women get in our ‘free’ society.


In 2007 I went to Lebanon. I spent four days with female ­university students, all of whom wore the full hijab: belted shirts over dark trousers or jeans, with no hair on show. They were charming, independent and outspoken company. They were not at all the timid, soon-to-be-forced-into-marriage girls I would have imagined from what we often read in the West.


At one point they accompanied me to interview a sheikh who was also a commander with the Hezbollah militia. I was pleasantly surprised by his attitude to the girls. As Sheikh Nabil, in turban and brown flowing robes, talked intriguingly of a prisoner swap, they started butting in. They felt free to talk over him, to put a hand up for him to pause while they translated.


In fact, the bossiness of Muslim women is something of a joke that rings true in so many homes in the community. You want to see men under the thumb? Look at many Muslim husbands more than other kinds.


Indeed, just yesterday, the Grand Mufti of Bosnia rang me and only half-jokingly introduced himself as ‘my wife’s husband’.


Something else was changing, too. The more time I spent in the Middle East, the more I asked to be taken into mosques. Just for touristy reasons, I told myself. In fact I found them fascinating.


Mosques 'fascinating'


Free of statues and with rugs instead of pews, I saw them rather like a big sitting room where ­children play, women feed their families pitta bread and milk and grandmothers sit and read the Koran in wheelchairs. They take their lives into their place of worship and bring their worship into their homes.


Then came the night in the Iran­ian city of Qom, beneath the golden dome of the shrine of Fatima Mesumah (the revered ‘Learned Lady’). Like the other women pilgrims, I said Allah’s name several times while holding on to the bars of Fatima’s tomb.


When I sat down, a pulse of sheer spiritual joy shot through me. Not the joy that lifts you off the ground, but the joy that gives you complete peace and contentment. I sat for a long time. Young women gathered around me talking of the ‘amazing thing happening to you’.


I knew then I was no longer a tourist in Islam but a traveller inside the Ummah, the community of Islam that links all believers.


At first I wanted the feeling to go, and for several reasons. Was I ready to convert? What on earth would friends and family think? Was I ready to moderate my behaviour in many ways?


And here’s the really strange thing. I needn’t have worried about any of these things, because somehow becoming a Muslim is really easy – although the prac­ticalities are a very different ­matter, of course.


For a start, Islam demands a great deal of study, yet I am mother to two children and work full-time. You are expected to read the Koran from beginning to end, plus the thoughts and findings of imams and all manner of spiritually enlightened people. Most people would spend months, if not years of study before making their declaration.
People ask me how much of the Koran I’ve read, and my answer is that I’ve only covered 100 pages or so to date, and in translation. But before anyone sneers, the verses of the Koran should be read ten lines at a time, and they should be recited, considered and, if possible, committed to memory. It’s not like OK! magazine.
This is a serious text that I am going to know for life. It would help to learn Arabic and I would like to, but that will also take time.
I have a relationship with a ­couple of mosques in North London, and I am hoping to make a routine of going at least once a week. I would never say, by the way, whether I will take a Sunni or a Shia path. For me, there is one Islam and one Allah.
Adopting modest dress, however, is rather less troublesome than you might think. Wearing a headscarf means I’m ready to go out more quickly than before. I was blushing the first time I wore it loosely over my hair just a few weeks ago.
Luckily it was cold outside, so few people paid attention. Going out in the sunshine was more of a challenge, but this is a tolerant country and no one has looked askance so far.
A veil, by the way, is not for me, let alone something more substantial like a burka. I’m making no criticism of women who choose that level of modesty. But Islam has no expectation that I will adopt a more severe form of dress.
Predictably, some areas of the Press have had a field day with my conversion, unleashing a torrent of abuse that is not really aimed at me but a false idea of Islam.


But I have ignored the more negative comments. Some people don’t understand spirituality and any discussion of it makes them frightened. It raises awkward questions about the meaning of their own lives and they lash out.


One of my concerns is professional. It is easy to get pigeonholed, particularly if I continue to wear a headscarf. In fact, based on the experience of other female converts, I’m wondering if I will be treated as though I have lost my mind.


I’ve been political all my life, and that will continue. I’ve been involved in pro-Palestinian activism for a number of years, and don’t expect to stop. Yet Britain is a more tolerant country than, say, France or Germany.


I’m well aware that there are plenty of Muslim women who have great success on television and in the Press, and wear modest but decidedly Western dress.
This is hardly a choice for me, though. I am a newcomer, still getting to grips with the basic tenets. My relationship with Islam is different. I am in no position to say that some bits of my new-found faith suit me and that some bits I’ll ignore.


There is a more profound uncertainty about the future, too. I feel changes going on in me every day – that I’m becoming a different person. I wonder where that will end up. Who will I be?
I am fortunate in that my most important relationships remain strong. The reaction from my non-Muslim friends has been more curious than hostile. "Will it change you?" they ask. "Can we still be your friend? Can we go out drinking?"
The answer to the first two of those questions is yes. The last is a big happy no.
As for my mother, I think she is happy if I’m happy. And if, coming from a background of my father’s alcoholism, I’m going to avoid the stuff, then what could be better?


Alcoholic household


Growing up in an alcoholic household with a dad who was violent, has left a great gap in my life. It is a wound that will never heal and his remarks about me are very hurtful.
We haven’t seen each other for years, so how can he know anything about me or have any valid views about my conversion? I just feel sorry for him. The rest of my family is very supportive.



My mum and I had a difficult relationship when I was growing up, but we have built bridges and she’s a great support to me and the girls.
When I told her I had converted, she did say: "Not to those nutters. I thought you said Buddhism!" But she understand now and accepts it.
And, as it happens, giving up alcohol was a breeze. In fact I can’t imagine tasting alcohol ever again. I simply don’t want to.


This is not the time for me to be thinking about relationships with men, either. I’m recovering from the breakdown of my marriage and am now going through a divorce.
So I’m not looking and am under no pressure to look.
If, when the time came, I did consider remarrying, then, in accordance with my adopted faith, the husband would need to be Muslim.


I’m asked: "Will my daughters be Muslim?" I don’t know, that is up to them. You can’t change someone’s heart. But they’re certainly not hostile and their reaction to my surprising conversion was perhaps the most telling of all.
I sat in the kitchen and called them in. "Girls, I have some news for you," I began. "I am now a Muslim." They went into a ­huddle, with the eldest, Alex, saying: "We have some questions, we’ll be right back."
They made a list and returned. Alex cleared her throat. "Will you drink alcohol any more?"



Answer: No. The response - a rather worrying "Yay!"
"Will you smoke cigarettes any more?" Smoking isn’t haram (for­bidden) but it is harmful, so I answered: "No."


Again, this was met with puritanical approval.

Their final question, though, took me aback. "‘Will you have your breasts out in public now you are a Muslim?"
What??


It seems they’d both been embarrassed by my plunging shirts and tops and had cringed on the school run at my pallid cleavage. Perhaps in hindsight I should have cringed as well.
"Now that I’m Muslim," I said, "I will never have my breasts out in public again."
"We love Islam!" they cheered and went off to play. And I love Islam too."
Lauren Booth, 43, the sixth daughter of actor Tony Booth, now works for Press TV, the English-language news channel of the Islamic Republic of Iran
http://www.islamnewsroom.com/news-we-need/1409-tony-blair-sis-in-law-loves-islam
 
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^MashAllah bless her, I can see her becoming another yvonne ridley

hope she doesn't veer off into shiism though
 
Salaam

she wrote : I would never say, by the way, whether I will take a Sunni or a Shia path. For me, there is one Islam and one Allah.
 
Born and raised in new york,raised catholic but never truly practiced,my life was hectic,into the whole rap scene that brought only misery and betrayal,life was only about money,drugs & women,a true hedonistic lifestyle,i was betrayed by my "friends",i thank Allah for taking me out of that area.moved to Tampa,Florida in the summer of 2002 my whole life was turned upside down,from knowing everyone my age to not knowing a soul,and being 16..still in "rebellion" mode,i hated the schools here and eventually dropped out,at home all day with no friends i eventually developed a deep depression,and i had tons of time to Contemplate...wich led me to search for answers,for a while i called myself "Christian" after seeing the film "Passion of the Christ" but i still felt Hollow and Empty inside because many questions were left unanswered...what i knew about Islam was very bias,and not based on truth..mostly from the media and the film/tv industry..i thought Islam was like Hinduism..boy,was i wrong..after reading about TRUE Islam it amazed me..Tawheed,the Arabic term for God's ULTIMATE ONENESS was like nothing ive heard before and instantly it clicked! ,this is the way of life of ALL PROPHETS AND MESSENGERS OF GOD! they all were brothers and followed ONE faith! WORSHIP ONLY GOD THE CREATOR ALONE AND NO OTHER DIETY BESIDE HIM! Noah,Abraham,Moses,Jesus and Muhammed (Peace be upon them all) taught the SAME MESSAGE..Men have corrupted the previous messages of old (Torah,Gospel etc..) but GOD ALMIGHTY has Sworn to keep the Qur'an and TRUE Islam protected! wich has been true to this day! the same Qu'ran we have is the same Qu'ran the Prophet Muhammeds (peace be upon him) Companions read and recited! ,how many Different bibles are theyre?? with NO ORIGINAL MANUSCRIPT..Hmmm...GOD IS NOT THE AUTHOR OF CONFUSION! ...Men have tampered with the revelations of GOD ALMIGHTY...Cursed be those who write the book and say "this is from God!" only to sell at a miserable gain! Cursed be them! Again! Cursed be Them!...After reading about TRUE Islam (Islam means to Surrender ones free will/ones self to God Almighty ,the Creator,in Arabic we say Allaah,wich is the Arabic word/term for God Almighty,the Creator) i took my Shahada (Islamic Declaration of Faith) La ilaha illAllaah! (there is no diety worship of worship except God Almighty) Muhammed rasul-allaah (Muhammed is the Messenger of God),Alhamdulillah! (Praise be to God) who has guided me to his way of life ordained for his creatures..the road has been bumpy with Shaytaan (Satan) never taking a break 24/7 365...Be Strong OH MUSLIM! :statisfie
 
Aslaamu`alaaykum

Masha`Allaah great story Sicilian Muslim , Allaah is the greatest and Islaam is the truth!

May Allaah SWT increase the Ummaah in emaan and grant them happiness in this life and the akhirah Ameen

Jazakallahu khaayr for sharing.

Wa`alaaykum salaam
 
Sicilian Muslim said:
.Be Strong OH MUSLIM!
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Masha'Allah Masha'Allah.. decided to take a quick break and come here and boy am I glad I did... how heartwarming and inspirational indeed..

Allah Akbar.. Allah Akbar, Allah Akbar..
la illa illa Allah
 
as salaamu alaykum Brothers and sisters I reverted after a while am from a mixed Italian/Scots background after doing a lot of background reading and deciding it was the faith for me. At first it may have been for the wrong reason I had really deep feelings for this sister but in the end I had to distance myself and find my own path to Allah In which I found Islam. I was looking to fill my spiritual void and have found a faith which encompasses my everyday day life from dusk to Dawn.
 

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