Bismillah, Alhamdulillah a brother sent us his story of converting to Islam. The following is his story: This is how I converted. I lived a relatively normal life. My parents, never married, got separated when I was a child who couldnt think for himself. My father suffered from a tumor and couldnt take care of anyone more than himself, so I went to live with my mother around the time I became a teenager. My father is a Christian. I remember him showing us the life story of Jesus (Isa, pbuh), hoping we would become practicing Christians. But even as a child, I knew the Christianity that was shown before me made no sense. It had no proof to its claims. Anyone can say their great-great-grandfather changed water into whine. But who could prove it? Jesus story was the same, and since it had no proof I could not believe; therefore I believed in no God, and thought His existence was as improbable as the existence of the monster hiding under my bed, which I feared for many years. My mother, on the other hand, believes in reincarnation. She thinks that when you die, depending on if you lived a just or evil life, you will be reincarnated as something greater, or something weaker. A good person would reincarnate themselves as a human. And a bad person would reincarnate themselves as a dog, or an insect. There was never religious talk in my mothers residence. There was actually more chaos than anything. Her daily disappointment speeches, although me and my sister excelled in school, made us weary of her presence. She herself had many love problems, as she kept meeting different men to replace my father, who hadnt known how to raise us. My mother was too busy throwing all the love she could spare to these men who wouldnt last more than a month or two, instead of focusing it on her children which she took care of nonetheless. I therefore grew up before my time and was more mature than other kids in my school. Even way before that I remember when I was a child and the teacher told us to open the dictionary at the page where it shows pictures of the naked human body. Everyone in class started to laugh, except for me. But I barely had friends, I was desperate for attention I didnt get at home. But in high school I knew better. All those kids who dressed in a certain way, and changed the way they acted a certain way, only to obtain other peoples attention and praise. It disgusted me. And I never tried seeking attention as I feared to become like them. I felt different and alone. Although I had friends I never felt understood. I was dark and depressed, and acted stupid and merry to make people think I was happy, and to keep them away so they wouldnt rub off on me. I didnt care for these people or what they thought of me. Life was so dull, I realized. All we do is eat, defecate and sleep; and all we aspire to is entertaining ourselves. Whats the point of such a life? I contemplated suicide and attempted it twice. But then the strangest thing happened. This Muslim in my class started telling me about Islam. 3 weeks on almost every lunch break he would speak, and I would ask questions. He started by telling me the Devil was not Gods rival, but a fallen angel, and that God will send you either to Heaven or Hell depending on your deeds. Do good, and you will obtain Heaven. Do bad and fail to correct yourself, and you will end up in Hell. I asked questions based on logic, and he would tell me what he knew. I respected his belief because it made more sense than Christianity. According to the Church, if I believe in Jesus as my savior, even if I lived like Hitler and killed millions of people, but BELIEVED in Jesus, I would end up in Heaven? Their whole sin system becomes irrelevant, because I could live this wordly life as I please without afterlife consequences. He gave me a book that contained scientific proof found in the Quran. I cried when I read it, because I realized Gods religion was right there. I said my shahadah at school the following day. And ever since then I havent been able to find a single flaw in Islam. This only strengthens my belief even more. Now God has gifted me with brothers, who worship their creator whom they genuinely love, unlike those people who worship fame, trying to get attention and praise from people they dont entirely care for. When I converted I was in the state of Ihsan, where you are constantly conscious of God, and do everything in order to please Him. I prayed with passion and woke up for Fajr without an alarm. Life had become so beautiful, yet so ugly. This world is truly full of filth, but remember it is only a test! For life truly begins after this one. [89:27-30] [To the righteous it will be said], O reassured soul, Return to your Lord, well-pleased and pleasing [to Him], And enter among My [righteous] servants And enter My Paradise.
Posted on: Sun, 20 Oct 2013 05:48:57 +0000
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