Stories of Muslim Reverts! - Post yours here!

I think it was like conduct or sumfing that made me revert to islam cuz i didnt like bein around non-muslims any more i didnt like their morals and behaviour but when i met muslims ad sawd h
ow they behaved and kindness and patience and no drink and drugs and quiet modest ppl i was like i want to be like that so i loojked into it and i didnt beleeve in lots of islam stuff but i had help and i did beleev eventually but it was hard like cuz id never beleeved in god before i was atheist since i was a baby or sunfing
 
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wow just look how Allah guides people SubanAllah
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Alhamdulillahir Rabbil al ameen! The most beautiful gift that Allah can give us.....guidance to the religion of Islam!

Radaytu billahi rabban, was bil islami deenan wa bi Muhammaddin nabiyan.

La ilaha il Allah, Muhammaddar Rasul Allah!

I shall post the story of my reversion to Islam in this thread soon, inshallah.
 
^OHH I thought you were born into Islam MashAllah, do post it, I'd love to read your story
 
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^OHH I thought you were born into Islam MashAllah, do post it, I'd love to read your story
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:D Well, it's true what you say. I was born into Islam....I was born Muslim. We all are. :)

But my parents taught me there was no such thing as God. So I grew up in an atheist family. I was a member of a family that prided itself in its intellectual capabilities, who looked down upon all superstitious beliefs and that included scorn of all religions that worshiped any god. I even used to debate with my friends in school regarding the non-existence of God. lol. :D
 
SubhanAllah, only Allah can open the hearts and guide people to the straight path.

I want to know how your parents felt about your reversion to Islam. eagerly waiting for your story!
 
tw009 said:
SubhanAllah, only Allah can open the hearts and guide people to the straight path.

I want to know how your parents felt about your reversion to Islam. eagerly waiting for your story!
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lol mine or Flame? Cuz I kina of want to know how Flame's parents reacted too like
 
Although I often fail to comment on the individual reverting stories posted here. I find all of them to be very inspirational and they do show me the power of Allaah(swt) to lead us home.
 
Human_Being said:
Haha lol same here sis its weird now init like thinkin back 2 that
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Yes, it does feel a bit weird thinking back. :D

Why don't you post your story Human_Being? How did you argue with your school friends about God? And what was your parent's reaction? I'm keen to know.

I've been postponing the writing of my story for a while...... it's called procrastination. :embarrass

But I have to keep my word and post it like I had said I would. Wouldn't want to incur Allah's displeasure. :scared:

So I'll do my best to post my story in today.
 
Assalamu alaykum! It hasn't been easy trying to compose my story. It's a rather long one. :hmm: So I have divided it into two parts. Part 1 has to do with how belief in God entered my heart and Part 2 will be about how I accepted Islam.

Here's Part 1:

“There’s no such thing as God!”

That’s what I believed most of my childhood thanks to the teachings of my parents. They said, “We believe in science. Not God. Where is God? Why doesn’t He show Himself? If He exists why is there so much suffering in this world?” It was and still is a hot topic for discussion with them.

I greatly admired and adored my parents. As a kid, I used to think they were such great thinkers and philosophers. It never occurred to me that they could be wrong. Of course they were right! Till the age of nine I had the opportunity to observe the rituals, customs and ways of life of people of belonging to different religions, but more in particular, the Hindus. I thought my mom was so clever when she pointed out that the Hindus fashioned idols out of their own hands and then worshipped them as gods. “Doesn’t this show you that it is man who has created God?” she would say.

In India, superstitions are in plenty. There’s also much indulgence in astrology, palmistry, numerology and fortune-telling. There are numerous god-men or saints. My parents would have none of this nonsense. They did not believe in any of it. Talk about ghosts and they would laugh the matter off. There were no such things as ghosts. No such thing as spirits. No such thing as God. So I grew up thinking it wasn’t rational to believe in things that were not proven by science to be true.

So my family members had great pride in their intellectual powers of thought and reason. There’s some proof of their intellectual capabilities in their achievements. My mom is a champion chess player and beaten many men in the game. She also won in many badminton tournaments. My grandmother was a respected headmistress of a school. My grandfather was the first lawyer in our town. And my great grandfather used to be a judge who would settle disputes in the community.

Now what was I compared to them? I just looked up to them and followed their teachings. I remember arguing with my friends in school about the existence of God. I would demand them to produce their proof it they were right. Of course, none of them could prove it and some of the kids even acknowledged that I could be right in what I said. But still, they were afraid to give up their belief in God.

Later on, I would reflect upon the sad state of affairs of my friends who believed in a god that didn’t exist. I felt sorry for them. But as I thought more and more about God, I couldn’t help thinking about death as well. Finally I thought to myself, “There was nothing going to happen after we died. And these people had invented God to make themselves feel better. It was comforting to think they would go to heaven after death.”

So I thought I knew at the age of eleven the reason why people believed in God. It was because they wanted to go to heaven, the poor things. ;D

Till the age of thirteen, I continued engaging in arguments and debates regarding the non-existence of God with my classmates. Once I even said I could jump from the building to prove He didn’t exist! Sooooo confident was I! :shade:

But now I had reached the age of puberty. And by this time, my powers of observation and reasoning had greatly developed at an accelerated pace.

I was quick to learn that I had many limitations as a girl. I was extremely aware of my weaknesses. I had no desire to compete with men once I acquired this awareness. So I differed from my mom and sister immensely in this respect. As an adolescent, I preferred to wear clothes that fully covered me. The way I conducted myself differed greatly from the way of my sister who had no problem wearing shorts and mini skirts.

As soon as I entered my teens, I had become aware of something called responsibility and the problem of choice. I tossed this issue in my mind, wondering what it meant. I began to ask questions. Why do we have to make choices? Why is there a right way and a wrong way?

More importantly, I asked myself the question, “Why is it that I refuse to take the wrong way?”

As I thought about it, the answer came to me quite easily. I refused to take the wrong way because I could see the end result of it. Subhanallah! Of all the gifts that God has given me, I appreciate most this awesome gift of foresight. I was given the ability to see the end of things and in this way, I was kept safe from many dangers. I always used to think about the consequences of all my actions.

But the best part about all this was that it resulted in an awareness of something else. It was knowledge in my heart somewhere that told me that one day I would have to give an account for all my actions. This was how I became aware of that thing called accountability. In my mind’s eye, through my foresight, I was able to see ahead and know that I would one day be standing before God for every single thing that I said and did! It’s really strange but I had no doubt at all regarding this Day of Accountability.

This was how belief in God took root in my heart. It was a very strong and powerful feeling and it came with a thorough conviction. If making choices and responsibility for one’s actions was real then accountability also had to be real. Accountability to who? Obviously, accountability to the One who gave me the problem of choice! To the One who made me responsible for my actions, to the One who created me! The Unseen God!

.......to be continued.
 
Pleeez continue sis u left us on a cliffhanger lol

Ok, ok, I'll try to write mines but IDK if I can I'll try to grammer and spell-check so its like a proper professional storey lolololol:

Once upon a time I grew up not liking people. My perents made fun at other people who believed in God. They did so without educating themselves about religions. But they did believe in mysticism an believed in people who talked to the dead as mediums and they believed in psychics and astrology. Lol children aren't stupid. They notice inconsistency in their parents beliefs! So I didn't take my parents very seriously lol! Which meant I didn't believe in anything so I would be consistent. I was like There is no God and There are no spirits and Psychics use tricks.

Two answer Flame's question I didn't argue with school friends because they weren't interested but I did argue with people online that there was no God or anything else. Like that we can't see or touch or measure. But after a while I just got fed up arguing because it always turned into insults like and never ever reached a resolution like and I just stopped arguing. I hated people but I hated believers even more because I thought they couldn't hold up a discussion.

When I met some muslims though in real life and not on the internet they were very nice and kind and made me feel welcome and like I didn't want to hate them. They answered my questions and did not insult me like the muslims and christians on the internet did. After I met them I stopped hating people and I looked at islam books and websites and decided I wanted to be a muslim. I think Allah has guided me because I can't have been guides if Allah did not exist and non-muslims say that's not proof but its good enough for me lol.

Tht is my story thank you for reading.
 
Human_Being said:
When I met some muslims though in real life and not on the internet they were very nice and kind and made me feel welcome and like I didn't want to hate them. They answered my questions and did not insult me like the muslims and christians on the internet did. After I met them I stopped hating people and I looked at islam books and websites and decided I wanted to be a muslim. I think Allah has guided me because I can't have been guides if Allah did not exist and non-muslims say that's not proof but its good enough for me lol.
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Alhamdulillah! Jazakallah khair for taking the time to write your story. It was very interesting to read how you changed your mind after meeting some nice Muslims and then began reading literature on Islam to learn that you liked and agreed with what you found. :)
 
And to continue with the "cliffhanger" mentioned by sister Human_Being. :D

This was how belief in God took root in my heart. It was a very strong and powerful feeling and it came with a thorough conviction. If making choices and responsibility for one’s actions was real then accountability also had to be real. Accountability to who? Obviously, accountability to the One who gave me the problem of choice! To the One who made me responsible for my actions, to the One who created me! The Unseen God!

There were of course lots of other questions in my mind. I wondered what was the purpose of life and why all human beings had to die. By this time it was clear to me that my parents were wrong about a lot of things. My opinion about them began to change when I realized they didn’t have answers to all questions. I quickly discovered that I would have to find out the answers on my own.

The learning process that led me to Islam was gradual. I had close friends who were Muslims. It was from them that I first learned about Islam. And far from opposing their belief in one God, I readily accepted it to be true. That was really weird now that I think about it. No arguing, no debating, no discussing, no opposing. I just accepted it.

Soon my parents found out that I believed in God. Their reaction was: “Get out of this house! There is no place in here for anyone who believes in God!”

Yes, they were furious. They couldn’t understand how I suddenly had begun to believe in the existence of God. I knew how they felt about it, so I kept my belief to myself. Belief in God was enough for me at the time. I didn’t feel the necessity to become a Muslim even though I had learned some very good things about Islam from my Muslim friends. The first pages of a book I read called “Let us Be Muslims” completely turned me off. I didn’t fancy the idea of becoming a servant of God. “Isn’t what I want important?” I had thought to myself indignantly. “How could I give up my freedom and become a servant, doing only things that God wanted me to do?”

So I lost interest in Islam and entertained the weird idea that it didn’t matter what religion you ascribed to as long as you were good. One had just to follow one’s conscience. What was the need for a religion?

With such a mind set I continued my studies and eventually got a job in a college. I was paid good money and I worked for only about a year before I decided to quit. I wasn’t happy leading a single life. My parents did not believe in the institution of marriage and so I knew that they were not going to find an eligible groom for me. I would have to find one myself or else die an old maid.

Now the big question that arose in my mind was, what kind of man should I choose? Surely he had to be a man who believed in one God like I did. I also thought to myself that he ought to be a man who feared God as well because only such a man would remain faithful to me. So I figured I wouldn’t mind marrying a Muslim, a Christian or a Baha’i.

I remember going up to the terrace one night looking at the starry sky and saying to myself. “He’s out there somewhere. God knows where he is and what he is doing right now.”

The man in question was out there alright. He lived thousands of miles away, on the other side of the globe, in America. And he was a Christian and a very devout, die-hard Christian.

.............to be continued

You can read the rest of the story here: Flame's Story of Reversion to Islam.
 
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Flame said:
And to continue with the "cliffhanger" mentioned by sister Human_Being. :D

This was how belief in God took root in my heart. It was a very strong and powerful feeling and it came with a thorough conviction. If making choices and responsibility for one’s actions was real then accountability also had to be real. Accountability to who? Obviously, accountability to the One who gave me the problem of choice! To the One who made me responsible for my actions, to the One who created me! The Unseen God!

There were of course lots of other questions in my mind. I wondered what was the purpose of life and why all human beings had to die. By this time it was clear to me that my parents were wrong about a lot of things. My opinion about them began to change when I realized they didn’t have answers to all questions. I quickly discovered that I would have to find out the answers on my own.

The learning process that led me to Islam was gradual. I had close friends who were Muslims. It was from them that I first learned about Islam. And far from opposing their belief in one God, I readily accepted it to be true. That was really weird now that I think about it. No arguing, no debating, no discussing, no opposing. I just accepted it.

Soon my parents found out that I believed in God. Their reaction was: “Get out of this house! There is no place in here for anyone who believes in God!”

Yes, they were furious. They couldn’t understand how I suddenly had begun to believe in the existence of God. I knew how they felt about it, so I kept my belief to myself. Belief in God was enough for me at the time. I didn’t feel the necessity to become a Muslim even though I had learned some very good things about Islam from my Muslim friends. The first pages of a book I read called “Let us Be Muslims” completely turned me off. I didn’t fancy the idea of becoming a servant of God. “Isn’t what I want important?” I had thought to myself indignantly. “How could I give up my freedom and become a servant, doing only things that God wanted me to do?”

So I lost interest in Islam and entertained the weird idea that it didn’t matter what religion you ascribed to as long as you were good. One had just to follow one’s conscience. What was the need for a religion?

With such a mind set I continued my studies and eventually got a job in a college. I was paid good money and I worked for only about a year before I decided to quit. I wasn’t happy leading a single life. My parents did not believe in the institution of marriage and so I knew that they were not going to find an eligible groom for me. I would have to find one myself or else die an old maid.

Now the big question that arose in my mind was, what kind of man should I choose? Surely he had to be a man who believed in one God like I did. I also thought to myself that he ought to be a man who feared God as well because only such a man would remain faithful to me. So I figured I wouldn’t mind marrying a Muslim, a Christian or a Baha’i.

I remember going up to the terrace one night looking at the starry sky and saying to myself. “He’s out there somewhere. God knows where he is and what he is doing right now.”

The man in question was out there alright. He lived thousands of miles away, on the other side of the globe, in America. And he was a Christian and a very devout, die-hard Christian.

.............to be continued

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Asalaamu Alaikum,

Very interesting, looking forward to reading more.
 
Alhamdulillah! I've finally finished writing half of part 2. Here it is:

Part 2: The Light of Islam!

How we met and got married was nothing short of a miracle. It deserves a separate story-telling session of its own which will no doubt amaze any listener. I won’t get into all the details. I suppose it’s enough to mention I spent some time talking to my would-be husband and I saw honesty and a real fear of God in his eyes. This was what I had been looking for and soon I found myself saying yes to his proposal of marriage.

I had to wait a year and half before I got my visa to go to the US. During the wait, I sometimes went through periods of frustration and sadness that came over me due to the separation from my husband. I used to keep a copy of the Bible and go through recommended passages to comfort my heart. But I was not satisfied with just the Bible. I also went to an Islamic center to get a free copy of the Qur’an. The funny thing is that at the Islamic center there was a little shop that sold head scarves. I was very attracted to them not because I was thinking I would look pretty wearing them but because I understood their purpose: they provided safety to the woman. And I had always liked the idea of covering up. So I bought a printed black head scarf and brought it home and tried putting it on. Needless to say, my family members were annoyed and disgusted to see me parading around in the house, wearing the scarf around my head. I put it away so as not to arouse their displeasure and cause friction within the household. I didn’t insist on wearing it again.

Waiting for my visa turned out to be a good thing for me. I got the opportunity to read the Bible and the Qur’an quite regularly. I found many similarities between both the books. Both spoke about one God and contained within their pages great jewels of wisdom that I found utter delight in.

So when I went to America to join my husband, I had in my suitcase both the Bible and the Qur’an. However, during the first few months of my stay in America, I wasn’t too keen to read the Qur’an for I had to show my loyalty and support to my deeply religious Christian husband. He was a member of a Judeo-Christian denomination called the Worldwide Church of God. He read the Bible so much and so frequently that the pages were frayed and worn out. He took his Bible with him everywhere! He used to observe the Sabbath and attended the Seventh Day Adventist Church. I went to church with him several times. I met many nice people at church. I even made some very good friends. I was particularly attached to an elderly couple. I was pretty happy with the way things were going....... until I went to California to visit my in-laws.

That visit to California was the turning point in my life. There I got an opportunity to see Christianity from real close quarters. Until then I really didn’t know much about Christianity. All I knew was they worshipped one God and that they believed Jesus was the son of God. This knowledge did not produce any disturbance in my heart. I personally didn’t believe Jesus was son of God. If Christians believed it, so what? That’s how my attitude was. I had the similar attitude towards the Hindus. I personally detested the worship of idols and never believed in them. But if the Hindus wanted to worship them, so what? At least they believed in the existence of God and they believed in the principle of karma. I kept peace with all religions in this way. But all that changed when I went to California.

So what happened there you ask? Well, it was when I was travelling in the metro train, on my way to Los Angeles, that some men entered the train and passed slips of paper to the passengers. I looked at the piece of paper in my hand and read it with utter disbelief. This was what it said:

WHAT MUST I DO TO BE SAVED?
The answer to this question is, absolutely nothing!
The only requirement is to believe what God has said in His word, and He says, “Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved”.
Only believe? Yes, that’s all! Believe means to trust completely in what God has said concerning salvation.
What do we have to believe?
That Christ died for our sins, and that He was buried, and
that He rose again the third day.
Christ died to give us eternal life. If you desire to have eternal life make the following prayer:
Heavenly Father, I know that I am a sinner and that I have a need to be forgiven. I now receive Christ Jesus as my Lord and Savior.
Thank You for having forgiven my sins. In Jesus name. Amen.
John 1:12 But as many as received Him, (Jesus) to them gave He (God) power (authority) to become the sons of God, even to them that believe on His name.


….................to be continued.

(I'm continuing this story in another thread....)
 
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woaah I am totally enjoying this Flame. Keep it coming : )
 
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Keep posting, Flame! I'm working on my own story but I'm going to wait until yours is done so that I do not interrupt. Oh wait, I'm interrupting. . . .
 

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