
A born muslim Alhamdulillah. I come from a strict Pakistani family. I was 5 years old when I first went to Pakistan. It was for almost a year due to some family problems. The only other kids I could play with were either at school or mosque, I used to be a naughty child and a very spoilt one at that. My mum decided to enrol me at the local mosque, as school in Pakistan was of no use to me. At that early age I learnt how to pray salaah. Since I didnt know what letters what of arabic and I didnt know how to read the Holy Quran at the time also. I was taught just from memory. The joy I felt when I first learnt salaah, I was ever so eager to get home and show to my mum what I had learnt, she told me to demonstrate. So I started I was reading aloud of course while standing and reading salaah I saw an ant crawling onto my prayer mat (I knew what an ant was but this one had wings). Being only 5 yrs old my natural reaction was to inform my mum of the ant to find out whether it will do me any harm or not. As soon as I started to speak to tell my mum about it a slap came across my face and a warning that it is strictly forbidden to speak during salaah or look around, I still remember that slap as it taught me a valuable lesson. Since learning salaah I was very regular and eager about salaah, I would promptly get up for fajar in the dark to go to the mosque and then I would also offer my other salaah at mosque. This eagerness then led to learn more and so I was enrolled at a madrasah where scholars who had studied from abroad were teaching me and many other young boys how to read the Holy Quran. Surprisingly I was a fast learner and learnt how to read the Holy Quran, and then I completed the Holy Quran within a year. The Molana teaching me was so impressed because I was pronouncing the words so well, that he told me to read in front of other Molana's and they were equally impressed. On return to the UK at the age of 6 yrs old I enrolled at the local mosque where the Molana's were again impressed that I had completed the whole Quran and could read fluently at such an early age where kids older than me had achieved very less learning wise, I then went on to start learning the Holy Quran by heart. With time my attitude changed, my family's strictness was bringing out the rebel in me now as I hit my teens. I stopped learning the Holy Quran by heart as I was too much to handle for the Molana's at the local mosque plus I was 15 by now so they told me I couldnt come to the mosque any more as I was too old, and the pressure of mock exams and then the actual GCSE's at school was mounting.
After leaving school my ways had become too corrupt and I was going on all the wrong paths I should have not. It came to a point that I lost faith, I was caught up in worldly desires and really upset with cultural ways of doing things and the way my family was so strict with me when it came to Islam. Now I understand the reason for this was because what my parents told me is wrong, I didnt realise because they didnt really explain why it was wrong and I darent ask them about something they have already told me about. Since college days upto Uni days I was not practicing at all then there would be times where I would, then I would totally stop.
Like someone mentioned before since 9/11, I saw Afghanistan a poor muslim country getting ruthlessly attacked, this was obviously very upsetting to me also the fact that the whole world was now talking about Islam, because the US was blaming Islam for 9/11. This made me stop and think, thats when my journey began into deeper learning. At first charged with all the knowledge I had learnt I felt I am ready to take on people, and refute their false claims, but I was wrong as I didnt have enough knowledge even then. So I learn something new all the time, but of course I have come to grips with the basics.
I remember when Afghanistan got attacked and so many mujahideen were going from around the world to fight the kuffar, someone told me that Islam is under attack, and its times like these when Allah SWT will see what his slaves will do to fight sworn enemies of Islam. That really hit me and I realised I have to do more, if muslims are generally weak in many ways like the way I was then it would be a very losing battle the first thing I naturally thought to do best would be to gain as much knowledge and better myself and help the people I know with knowledge.
Allah SWT has ways of calling people closer to him, and I can say I have had more than my fair share of chances. The most recent was when a few people in my family were going to umrah, out of the blue everyone asked me if I wanted to go, I had no intention or plans to go, also I didnt feel I was prepared, but I still went and it was an experience that I cant describe, the most amazing experience. An experience that still brings tears to my eyes, despite my sins and my ungratefulness the most merciful called me to His house and the mosque and resting place of his most beloved messenger Mohammed PBUH. I hope to go back InshAllah for Hajj.
May Allah SWT make us all fortunate enough to do a pilgrimage to Makkah and Medina whether it be for Umrah or Hajj. Ameen.