Few words of Advice to brother and Sisters in Islam :)

Please be a good sample of your deen to others,
Today Islam has been introduced by it’s enemies as a religion of killing, terror and religion of voilence.
If you all walk and talk with the public in the west and even in south korea, all what image they have is:
a very negative thing and thinking about Islam.
They do not have a single information and no body else [today muslims] very less people work in spreading the true message
of peace and love and humanity of Islam.

We all are bound to be a good muslim, honest, kind, caring, respectfull towards ourself firts,
then our parents, wife, our sister and brothers, elders, our neighbors and co workers and everyone else we see.
If we have hijjab and beard with a white hat we represent the deen.
Please inform yourself from your deen, with simple thing of kindness and good morals a person can go to jannah.
meanwhile, jihhad and striving in the way of allah has it’s own place.
but it doesn’t mean we should be lazy in our studies, work, waste our time on games and so on.

we as a muslim have goals in our life.[Worshiping Allah swt and serving the deen and humanity].

The most misunderstood religion even withing the muslims,
our muslim brother and sisters think, it’s good to be lazy, time pass and a dumb guy rather then being a rich plus
honest and a kind muslim.

There is not problem with being rich muslim, working hard and having good business,
beside you can help tousand others [feeding the poor, needy and water well for them through projects like @MATW organization
whihc is a non profit humanitirian org. founded by ALi Banat].

In today’s world take 2 role models:

  • Khabib Nurmagomedov
  • Ali Banat
  • Mesut Ozil

1st two Both are a good sample of Islam, they represent the deen very well.
working hard, plus staying pious and away from evil desires (drinking, gumbling, domestic abuse, girls, cheating,
haram money[income] and so on. ) plus both have goals in life and working for the other muslims too.

the Third (Mesut Ozil) person broke the silence and spoke about the oppression of Uyghurs being raped and killed,
systematicaly brainwashed and married to chinese by the gov. of CHINA,
Ozil lost lots of fans in china, he has been ommited from PES Games, arsenal live broadcast of Match has been canceled,
and eventualy he is now playing with a turkish Club.

There is a hadith of Rasullullah SAW Says, [The biggest jihad is saying the truth to the Oppressor King/Ruler].
Now he might not been a very strict practicing muslims but being a very talented player and speakin the truth while
it might have consequences of losing your wealth and value in the market is not an easy task.

So, now think of yourself!
what you did to your deen?
How much kind, honest, hardworking and humble muslim you are? towards your parents, wife, siter and brothers?
neighbors[even non muslim], co workers?

Have your behavior, hijjab, kindness, help, personality, influenced somebody towards Islam????

  • If yes, Keep up the good work. (plz don’t forget urself to be reminded and corrected, as no body is perfect).
  • If No, Nothing is impossible and it’s never too late.

Christian Sister’s amazing journey to Islam

As-Salaamu-Alaykum warahmatulluh. ❤️
I trust you are well.
I would like to share my revert story.
I reverted in Monday 13 May 2019.

I was raised as a Christian. My dad is a very strong Christian man. He made sure we learned the Bible by heart and live up to it. But it just never felt quite right. Learning the Bible gave me questions in live and not answers. I never felt like I’m praying for the right reasons. Feeling empty in my religion that time made me looking for something else.
One day I heard a Muslim man – that was my client at the time, for I am a Sales Representative – explaining Islam. Out of interest I started looking into it more. I started watching YouTude videos, I followed pages like yours and others to hear the stories of other Reverts. It was 5 months. And then – Ramadan came up. I was not sure if I’m will be fasting or not, because I didn’t revert yet. In our country Ramadan started on the 2nd of May. That morning, 4 o’clock I woke up, without an alarm. I just felt the need to pray so I started praying and then I knew that I need to fast. A week later I reverted.
My journey has still a lot of challenges. I don’t know a lot. But I’m starting to learn. I attend Taleem, even if I don’t understand everything my whole body gets shivers when the woman around me praise the Almighty.
My parents doesn’t know and with the right timing I will inform them. This is one of my biggest challenges. I’m afraid that I will loose them. But with Allah’s help I know I will get the strength and courage to handle every challenge on journey.

I’m so happy. I feel reborn. I’m a new person. ❤️

Reverting was the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me.

Alhumdulillah. 🙌🏼🙌🏼

Dear Brother and sisters in Islam,

Please be a good sample of your deen to others,
Be very patient and Kind, helpful with Reverts.
They are new to Islam, don’t expect everything at once.

everything needs time and patience.
Today Islam has been introduced by it’s enemies as a religion of killing, terror and religion of voilence.
If you all walk and talk with the public in the west and even in south korea, all what image they have is:
a very negative thing and thinking about Islam.
They do not have a single information and no body else [today muslims] very less people work in spreading the true message
of peace and love and humanity of Islam.
We all are bound to be a good muslim, honest, kind, caring, respectfull towards ourself firts,
then our parents, wife, our sister and brothers, elders, our neighbors and co workers and everyone else we see.
If we have hijjab and beard with a white hat we represent the deen.
Please inform yourself from your deen, with simple thing of kindness and good morals a person can go to jannah.
meanwhile, jihhad and striving in the way of allah has it’s own place.
but it doesn’t mean we should be lazy in our studies, work, waste our time on games and so on.
we as a muslim have goals in our life.[Worshiping Allah swt and serving the deen and humanity].
The most misunderstood religion even withing the muslims,
our muslim brother and sisters think, it’s good to be lazy, time pass and a dumb guy rather then being a rich plus
honest and a kind muslim.
There is not problem with being rich muslim, working hard and having good business,
beside you can help tousand others [feeding the poor, needy and water well for them through projects like @MATW organization
whihc is a non profit humanitirian org. founded by ALi Banat].

In today’s world take 2 role models:
Khabib Nurmagomedov
Ali Banat
Mesut Ozil
1st two Both are a good sample of Islam, they represent the deen very well.
working hard, plus staying pious and away from evil desires (drinking, gumbling, domestic abuse, girls, cheating,
haram money[income] and so on. ) plus both have goals in life and working for the other muslims too.
the Third (Mesut Ozil) person broke the silence and spoke about the oppression of Uyghurs being raped and killed,
systematicaly brainwashed and married to chinese by the gov. of CHINA,
Ozil lost lots of fans in china, he has been ommited from PES Games, arsenal live broadcast of Match has been canceled,
and eventualy he is now playing with a turkish Club.
There is a hadith of Rasullullah SAW Says, [The biggest jihad is saying the truth to the Oppressor King/Ruler].
Now he might not been a very strict practicing muslims but being a very talented player and speakin the truth while
it might have consequences of losing your wealth and value in the market is not an easy task.
So, now think of yourself!
what you did to your deen?
How much kind, honest, hardworking and humble muslim you are? towards your parents, wife, siter and brothers?
neighbors[even non muslim], co workers?
Have your behavior, hijjab, kindness, help, personality, influenced somebody towards Islam????
If yes, Keep up the good work. (plz don’t forget urself to be reminded and corrected, as no body is perfect).
If No, Nothing is impossible and it’s never too late.

Romnian revert sister’s journey to islam

ALINA’S JOURNEY TO ISLAM: I was born in Romania. I used to love to go to church. When I was 16, I moved to USA. After graduation from University, I met a Muslim man who treated me like no other before, respected me and challenged my beliefs. He took my knowledge about Islam to another level, posed me with questions about my religion without expecting an answer, and showed me the logic and truth in Quran. I researched Islam for 6 months until I found the truth. In January 2012 I took my shahada. I have never felt more peaceful in my life as I did when I converted. There is nothing in the very essence of Islam that does not make sense. Yes, there are many things that we do not have enough knowledge to explain, out of the Quran or out of the Sunnah and Allah swt explicitly tells us in the Quran that we do not have all the knowledge.

Greek revert sister has lost everything for Islam

My name is Khadija I am greek new mouslim I have lost friends and family praise God I have my daughter which she wants to become also mouslim we left from Greece because the buling of hijab and being a mouslim I leave in England now one month very hard alhamdulillah I have try to reach people they know about Islam to teach me more to learn the Quran more to understand but I didn’t find someone to help this is my 3 Ramadan alhamdulillah may Allah accept your prayers and fasting and grand us paradise

How a Nightclubbing White Middle Class English Girl Became a Hijab Wearing Muslim

All American Muslim Home DMCA How a Nightclubbing White Middle Class English Girl Became a Hijab Wearing Muslim Share on Facebook By Ameena Blake “So, you decided to be a Muslim now?” Dad’s eyes twinkled bright blue when he glanced up at me from behind the crumpled Guardian. “It’s probably just a phase you’re going through.” He stated, rustling thoughtfully back into the education section with a wry smile. I stood there in front of his gaze, fiddling with my hands and not quite knowing how to react. It was 1992; Autumn if I remember rightly, with the trees turning golden and red in their annual shedding. A few days earlier, in a dusty converted church in Netheredge, Sheffield I, a normal English girl had taken the then abnormal step, took my Shahada (declaration of faith), and became a Muslim. Dad, a wise Professor of English Language at Sheffield University, was used to what he referred to as my ‘phases’. I had been a mechanic for a while, a terrible double glazing sales woman, a hip hop girl and all manner of other teen peculiarities a white Middle class English girl could be. But this phase was different. This was for life. First I suppose I should take you back to the start…my rocky start in life. Born on the 12th of October 1973 (incidentally the 15th of Ramadhan), I was the illegitimate and unwanted child to a seventeen year old Liverpool girl. The local authority took me into care where I remained for the first months of my life as an orphan. But this was just the first stage of an astonishing journey. Meanwhile, Norman Blake, a young promising English lecturer in Liverpool, and his wife, Sylvia, had been yearning for a child for years. But it wasn’t in Allah’s plan. Sylvia’s body simply couldn’t conceive. Her womb was plagued by an aggressive endometriosis which had eventually resulted in a painful hysterectomy. So, in March 1974 they decided to adopt an unwanted baby scouser girl into their lives. Me! My first step towards Islam had begun. Dad and I had always been close. Even a particularly rebellious phase I went through as a revolting teenage beast had not affected our connection beyond repair. His calm demeanour and gentle mannerism had always won through the worst teentrums I could throw at him. But that was Dad. A man who would do anything for anyone. The one who despite the world academic fame he had achieved and the scores of books he had written, would gently turn out at any time of the day or night to help others. Many a time I would find myself at hospices to visit his dying colleagues, nursing homes at Christmas to deliver a cheery smile to lonely pensioners or in airports as the sun just peeped over the horizon to collect tired travellers. His heart was pure and clean and he expected not a thing in return for his sacrifices. This upbringing, undoubtedly was my first tarbeer (learning and development) from Allah swt in akhlaq (politeness and values) and treatment of others. Unknowingly, my non Muslim Father was not only following the Sunnah of our beloved Prophet (saw) more closely than most Muslims do, but was also training me to do the same. I guess it’s similar to the upbringing of the Prophet Muhammud (saw) who was raised with the greatest of morals and values in a non Muslim environment; first by Halima and the Makkan Bedoiun tribes as a young child and later by his Grandfather Abdul Muttalib and Uncle Abu Talib; none of them Muslims. We seem to emphasise the importance of a child being brought up in a Muslim environment, but nowadays we need to realise that being ‘Muslim’ doesn’t necessarily mean achievement of ‘Islamic’. What I mean to say, is that contrary to what many Muslims feel, the essence of Islamic behaviour isn’t limited to Muslim families. Morals and values are across the board regardless of family religion. The difference is the intention and ikhlaas behind the moral learning for a child. I mean the fact that in the UK 13% of the prison population are young Muslim men speaks volumes doesn’t it? I often wonder, what is going wrong? So, dear reader, I must now tell you how a nightclubbing white middle class English girl like me become a hijab wearing Muslim. Club to Truth Wednesday night was ladies night at Josephine’s in Sheffield. I had been clubbing since I was 15. My friends and I had always been the ones who made a grand entrance through the plush lobby at 1am – entering the masses freshly made up, black mini skirts (what my mother would call ‘belts’), balancing on four inch stilettos and sober as the local vicar (I hated the taste of alcohol). This was my time to strut: The time when most other girls were sprawled on faded pink velvet couches; blotchy and panda eyed, with never to be seen again one night loves. There were of course the rejected ones. Most others, who didn’t find the one night love of their lives would have left in a cab, or be slumped in dark corners looking vacant or half unconscious in a pool of their own vomit. Over the previous few months, the flashing lights I danced in that had once made me feel glamorous, now made me feel like a rabbit in the headlamps of a car. Trapped. The thudding base of Michael Jackson drowned out any conversation I yearned to have with others and that frustrated me. It was a place empty of humanity yet full of human beings. The leering drunks who once made me feel like I was beautiful, glamorous and sexy now made me feel like an object for lust: a Barbie doll. One of the revellers I would go nightclubbing with was a Muslim. She was a pretty girl in her late thirties: stuck since teen love in a terrible relationship with a married Pakistani man, who used her as a child would use a toy; plying her with expensive gifts and broken promises of marriage. In her bid to escape the constant heartache, she had developed an alcohol problem which she used to disguise with vodka in an ice deep glass of Coke. But she was my friend; and despite her challenges in life, had a heart of gold. When I was sick she would care for me in her plush, spotless flat. I still make du’a for Allah to reward her for what she did. One day, while getting box of tissues from her bedroom, I noticed a heavy looking navy blue book, adorned with strange gold writing sitting on the window sill. Something drew me towards it. I gently picked it up, opened it and found pages and pages, columns and columns, full of the old fashioned English I had read in the Bible as a child and ornate Arabic writing. I was transfixed. ‘in the Name of Allah, The Most Beneficent, The Most Merciful’ A gentle hand touched my shoulder bringing me back into the room. “It’s the Qur’an, the Muslim holy book.” She whispered. I hadn’t seen such relaxed love and tranquillity in her face before. “It’s a way of life. I turn to it and randomly open it sometimes to get messages and comfort from Allah.” She perched on the bed beside me. I wanted to know everything about this blue and gold book. I wanted my questions answered. Was this Qur’an really the word of God? Could this strange foreign sounding faith prove to be the truth? My mind was swarming. I had always believed in God having been brought up as a Christian, but had questioned my faith which I found had simply told me to blindly believe because I felt it in my heart. The Bible, which I loved with its stories of the Prophets and kindness, was hard to believe. I mean It wasn’t even written at the time of Jesus (as) and that disturbed me. How could anyone possibly remember what hadn’t been written at the time when I couldn’t even remember what I had for dinner two days ago!? It didn’t agree with science. It didn’t even agree with itself. So early on, I had decided that until something proved to be truth I would simply be a believer in God without any religion. So, as a teen, I would whisper silent prayers when I arrived home past my parents strict 1030pm curfew, “Please God, don’t let me get grounded!” Although my friend didn’t have the answers to my questions, there was someone who would hold the key for me. Her next door neighbour was a young English man who had converted to Islam a few years previously. I thought that he was a little strange with his fluffy ginger beard, pointy green hat, loose pyjama suit and soft voice (and yes, he was called Dawood). But he seemed nice enough and out of desperation to answer my now constant flow of questions about Islam, my friend had knocked at his door and asked for help with the answers. So, one evening, I found myself perching nervously on a soft dusky red sofa, surrounded by the thick aroma of incense sticks and the quiet chant of the Qur’an coming from a rickety old tape deck. Dawood calmly regarded me with my skin hugging jeans, black polo neck top, then looked at the floor. I threw a swarm of questions at him: What was this Qur’an? How could he prove it was really God’s word? What about scientific facts? I was astounded by the answers. All taken from the Qur’an, each question was neatly boxed and packed away in the context of science and spirituality combined. We sat long into the night exploring the scientific detail of embryonic development (23: 12 -14) described 1500 years earlier by an Illiterate man in far away deserts; the geological roots of the great mountains (78: 6-7); the expansion of the universe (51:47) … However hard I tried, I just couldn’t deny that it was the truth. But the time wasn’t right for me to take the leap just yet. I needed that one last push; the push of spirituality. Life went on, and a few weeks later the brother sent over a video – The Message. As we sat down to watch the flickering 1970’s picture with Anthony Quinn, I marvelled at the connection between my Christian roots and this foreign sounding Islam – ‘Allah is God and God is Allah.’ The crisp male voice said. My eyes widened in surprise. But the film was long; too long for an impatient eighteen year old to sit through. I would bounce in and out of the room as the scenes progressed. Finally I settled, leaning nonchalantly against the glossed kitchen door frame. Then I experienced the sound that was to change my life completely – the sound of the call to prayer, entered my ears. Every hair on my body stood up like a soldier on parade and what I can only describe as a warm tingle embraced and enveloped my very core with a feeling I had never experienced before. It was the sweet feeling of Imaan flooding my soul. It overwhelmed me. The sweetness of Imaan is enough to melt the harshest of hearts in an instant. Many of the Sahaba who had previously strived to put an end to Islam and even murder the Prophet Muhammed (saw), on hearing the beauty of the Qur’an would love and embrace it. Following a strong du’a from Muhammed (saw), Umar Ibn al Khattab (ra), the fiercest man in the Quraish, melted with Imaan on hearing Sura Ta Ha recited in his sister’s house. Then, after swallowing his cultural pride, he immediately went to the Prophet (saw) and took his Shahada. I knew now that Allah was God and that He had guided me to this new faith; this Islam, and although I had no idea where life would take me, I now knew for sure in my heart that it would be as a Muslim. “That’s it!” My throat tightened and tears pricked at the back of my eyes. “I want to be a Muslim now. A happy tear trickled down my cheek. Taking the leap of Faith The following Thursday, after taking a bath at my friend’s house, heart in my mouth, I parked my rusty gold Maestro outside the imposing Victorian church; now the local Sufi centre. As I pushed open the heavy studded doors, the smell of incense and polished parquet floors flooded my senses. I didn’t know what to expect; certainly not the carpeted hall I entered. The men, dressed in white robes and wearing the same little pointed green hats I had seen Dahood wearing, smiled and raised their hands in friendly waves; the women; some wearing colourful dresses and scarves ties behind their necks came across with warm greetings. We sat on the carpet. The imam, a brother I believe called Noah, sat cross legged in front of me. ‘So, you want to be a Muslim?’ He had the same soft voice as the other brothers. I nodded silently, feeling awkward and out of my depth. He patiently explained the process of becoming Muslim; having the belief in Allah, the One God; following the five pillars and believing in the six articles of faith. Then it was time to repeat the declaration of faith – what was in my heart already I would now share with the world – my hands shook with anticipation as I repeated: “Ash Hadu an la ilaha IlAllah, wa ash hadu anna Muhammed ArasulAllah.” (I bear witness that there is no God but Allah, and I bear witness that Muhammed is the Messenger of Allah). The words were foreign; alien, but even though my English tongue struggled; I felt a light flood my soul and tranquillity enter my body. I had been gifted a new start in life. All previous sins wiped away. Noah smiled as a chorus of congratulations and hugs flooded the hall. “What will your Muslim name be?” He enquired. I shrugged, unsure what to answer. I didn’t really know what Muslim names were but I knew that my original name, Dorinda, sounded very much like a Hindu name. I had never really liked the name. Kids at school had bullied me because it was unusual. “How about Ameena?” suggested Noah thoughtfully. “ She was the Mother of our beloved Prophet (saw) and it means trustworthy. So I agreed, and on that day, Dorinda became Ameena and my new life began. A couple of days later, I knocked at my parent’s door with one thing on my mind. To tell them I became Muslim. Food for thought New Muslims are often encouraged and even sometimes pressured by others to change their names as their ‘old’ names are deemed as ‘kafir’ or ‘jahilleyah’. What it’s important to consider is that the companions did not generally change their names on becoming Muslim even though they often came from backgrounds of idol worshipping. Although it can help new Muslims to establish their new identity, it’s important to remember that by changing names, this can cause non Muslim families a lot of pain. When parents name their most precious thing in life, their new baby, it is with love and affection; a gift which if changed can cause huge pain to parents who often feel rejected. It also makes Islam feel much less foreign for non Muslims if names sound familiar – my surname has raised so many good da’wa conversations. Salwaar Kameez and Da’wa Disasters! It was the Saturday after the shahada and the ‘new me’ was on fire! My Mothers eyes widened in surprise as I paraded, proudly clad in my badly fitting salwar kameez (to this day I can only imagine what was going through her mind)! My friend’s sister in law, a lovely lady called Parveen, had donated a couple of her salwar kameez to a good cause; me! So, following well meaning advice from my Pakistani friends that I ‘needed to be a Pakistani now’, I had ceremoniously placed all my mini skirts, skinny jeans and crop tops into a black bin bag and dumped them outside a local charity shop; proudly embracing my brand new Muslim look. Unfortunately, because of the 4 inch height difference between myself and the kind hearted Parween, the salwar kameez, a shade of mustard yellow nylon with three brass buttons ended a good three inches above my ankle. No matter how much I adjusted the cord, they either fell down, or rested precariously at that level. I then perched the wafer thin Dubatta over my hair and was ready for action! “Guess what!” I exclaimed enthusiastically to my astonished Parents, “I became a Muslim.” Silence. “Why on earth would you do that?” Mum looked inquiringly at me. “You’ll end up trapped in front of a kitchen sink, oppressed by some Muslim man and walking ten paces behind him in the street.” Her brows furrowed in worry. I raised an eyebrow. This wasn’t quite the reaction I had expected from my usually liberal minded parents. In fact, I hadn’t really thought things through much but I thought they might at least be happy for me! “Can you imagine that I will ever walk in the shadow of any man.” I laughed, meaning every word. I had always been a tomboy as a child. I had hated the pleated tartan skirts I was sometimes made to wear to insufferable clicky dinner parties where I was expected to sit making polite conversation with prim pigtailed girls and their false high pitched giggles. My idea of fun was to be out racing up and down the street on Raleigh Choppers from dawn to dusk; climbing trees and falling off ponies. Indeed, on leaving school at 16, instead of pursuing the anticipated A Levels and university, I had joined the YTS scheme as a trainee mechanic, spending my days oily handed under car bonnets. I certainly wasn’t the type to be oppressed by any man! Mum simply shrugged, and I sensed that was the end of the conversation. To them, it was a silly phase. It was at that time I lived in a bed and breakfast hotel; a dingy Victorian building housing a hotel bar and shabby upstairs bedrooms containing referrals from the local housing office. Needless to say, it was not the nicest of places. At night, the passages would be filled with the staggers and belches of middle aged drunks on their way to sleep. But it was a roof over my head. Alhamdulillah. It seems that da’wa was in my blood right from the start. Now, dear reader, you are maybe having visions of a hijab clad sister giving gentle da’wa to elderly Christians in a church hall over a friendly cup of tea! Not even close. I didn’t yet even know what a hijab was. In fact, I was told again and again this is an Arab thing. Working as a bouncer in the hotel bar was a thick set West Indian doorman who would sit beside the double doors; too well dressed for the squalid surroundings in his smart black suit, crisp white shirt and bow tie. One night, as I sat at the bar chatting to the landlady with my glass of coke (I had no idea that Muslims shouldn’t go in bars – I mean I’d seen so many Muslims in nightclubs, I figured that I just wasn’t allowed alcohol!!), he looked across at me. “You’re white!” He observed kindly, “Why are you dressing like a Pakistani?” His mouth formed a quizzical smile. “I’m a Muslim,” I replied confidently looking him straight in the eye. I believe the Allah is the One God and the Muhammed (Saw) is the Messenger of God.” My voice trailed off as that was really all I could remember. He came and perched on a wooden bar stool. “I’m a Jehovah witness.” He settled into his place and reached into his bag for a copy of the Watch Tower magazine, handing it over to me. He was in for the duration. Hours flew by as I sat and debated with him. My knowledge was limited. My methods clumsy, my wisdom close to zero but my intention, was pure. Following my reversion, The first months of the new Muslim me were passing. Like many new converts, I was a thorn in the side for many. I had suddenly transformed into a Muslim Evangelist. Annoyingly enthusiastic about my newly found faith, I talked ceaselessly about it to anyone who had ears to listen. I would show up at my parent’s house with one thing in mind – save them – guide them – bring them to Islam. It was my greatest wish for them and everyone else around me to feel the wonderful light of deep faith that I was feeling. You could almost see their eyes roll in frustration when I produced yet another reason why they were so wrong and I was so right. When I did manage to draw my Father into debates, his wisdom would generally outweigh my ignorant enthusiasm and I would return home frustrated. Little did I know I was alienating my parents with my enthusiastic ignorance and over the months I saw them less and less. But the hotel bouncer was different. He had years of training behind him and I had none. So our debates, although they taught me a huge amount Alhamdulillah, generally ended with me feeling defeated and frustrated at my lack of knowledge. I knew that Islam was the truth but I simply couldn’t explain why. I thirsted for guidance, knowledge. I was desperate to learn; to know how to pray. The Months passed and I moved on. I regularly fell to my knees and pleaded with Allah, ” Please. Help me to be a proper Muslim…” Food For Thought Often New Muslims do a lot of da’wa damage through well meaning preaching to family and friends. We should always remember the first principle of da’wa is one of quiet good example, being patient with any aggressive or negative reactions, and building the bridges of trust, not aggressive talk of Fire and Brimstone! Following this Sunnah will change hearts and your family will come forward with questions when they are ready. Remember, The Prophet (saw) and the Sahaba tolerated far worse than most of us and still remained patient – Allah (swt) tells us in Surah Furqaan ‘And when the foolish speak, return it with peace.’ Devils, Phones and Frights After a few months, I was blessed with a small bedsit in a council block. The stairs stank of urine, the carpark echoed with the sounds of drunks singing at night, the side roads were lined with heroin laden prostitutes plying their trade; but it was home and I was grateful for a roof over my head. A young Pakistani friend and her Mum, had adopted me into their family. I would sit cross legged in their living room as the ladies of the family would chat; inhaling every morsel of knowledge that I could. They diligently stood, teaching me alongside the little girls how to make roti (which I could never get quite round), and would giggle as chilli loaded delights would make my eyes stream with tears. I asked my friends to teach me to pray, but they would say ‘Insha’Allah’ and I was left frustrated when nothing happened. On seeing me coming out of the bathroom one day, my friend looked at me with her eyes wide in horror. “You didn’t cover your head in the bathroom?” She exclaimed! “ Astaghfrillah (May Allah forgive me).” “What did I do?” I was confused. “Did I do something wrong?” She looked me in the eye. “Don’t you know the Shaytaan (devil) urinates on your head in the bathroom – you have got to cover it!” I went home with fear in my heart and determined to prevent the Shaytaan from doing this disgusting thing to me: But how? I played with a few ideas. I didn’t want to wear my dubattas into the toilet – they were too long and flowing and I wasn’t good at controlling them. I glanced at my umbrella sitting in the cupboard then dismissed the idea – too awkward. Eventually I hatched the perfect plan. I entered the bathroom, tore off precisely one sheet of toilet tissue and balanced it carefully on top of my head; then, keeping my head perfectly upright I would try and complete bathroom tasks. Of course, this was a complete disaster. The tissue paper would float off at each tiny movement I made, and I would spend my time guiltily chasing it around and putting it back; seeking repentance when I came out. I practised this for months until I became quite the balancing expert. It was only later that I learnt this practise was a cultural practise and not a part of Islam. Back in the early 1990’s, the mobile phone was a brick sized yuppie toy; unaffordable for most of us. This meant that the only method of communication really was email (if you were rich enough to have a computer and internet), letter or phones. My only way of communicating with others was to nervously run to the isolated red phone box on the corner with a pocketful of ten pence coins come rain or shine. Late one damp night, as I stood at the phone box, shivering in my wafer thin salwar Kameez, I noticed the man in the phone box staring intensely at me. He was over six foot, mixed race, dressed in street type clothes and he wasn’t smiling. I paced from side to side, trying to avoid his stare and look unconcerned. I was terrified and cursing myself for coming out so late. Just a few weeks earlier a girl had been assaulted in the very same street. I slowly backed away preparing to make a run for home but the glass door shot open and he came halfway out pointing the handset at me. “Are you a Muslim!?” He barked; his gaze unmoving. “Yes.” My voice came out as a small squeak; my heart pounding making me feel dizzy. “Wait right there!” He ordered, retreated back into the booth and dialled furiously. Now, dear reader, your logical minds are probably yelling ‘RUN NOW! IT’S YOUR CHANCE!’ But I couldn’t and didn’t. Something ordered me to stand and wait. My legs wouldn’t move a single inch. Moments later the man emerged once again, pointing the phone like some lethal weapon. “Here. Talk to sister Tracy.” He gestured for me to come forward and surprisingly my legs obeyed. He moved aside and I grasped the warm plastic. “Hello.” I whispered nervously, the man still staring intently at me. “Hi. I’m Tracy.” The warm friendly voice made me feel immediately at ease and I felt my tense body relax. We talked for a few minutes and arranged to meet for a cuppa the following day in the city centre. I gingerly replaced the handset, came out and thanked the man who turned out to be a revert brother called Mustapha. May Allah bless this huge hearted brother who runs an Islamic shop called Al Noor in Sheffield and has dedicated his life to helping reverts like me. And so my constant du’a for knowledge was being answered. I met sister Tracy, and English revert like myself in town for the very first time the next day. The next stage of my journey had truly begun but a tragic incident was soon to change my life forever… Food for thought Often, when people begin to practise Islam, one of the most confusing aspects is working out the difference between culture and genuine Islamic practise. Many cultural practises are actually opposite to Islam: for example forced marriages or women being second class citizens. If something doesn’t feel like it is logical and fair, or you feel uncomfortable doing it, ask a person who has Islamic knowledge and that you trust to explain it to you. It might be that you learnt culture and not Islam. Tears of Sorrowful Light Late one summer night, the phone drilled rudely into my sleep. Bleary eyed and slightly annoyed I crawled out of bed to answer. “Assalamualaikum Ameena.” My friend, the Pakistani sister sounded worried and her voice choked as she spoke, “It’s my Uncle… he’s in the Northern General Hospital. He had a heart attack!” The phone went dead. As I rushed my clothes to be by my friend’s side, my mind strayed into thoughts about her Uncle: Mohammed. I had been a regular visitor to their crazy happy family house over the past year or so. The family consisted of 7 beautiful daughters, ranging from an intelligent, sensible 18 year old who I would chat to for hours; to an adorable, chubby, toddler who’s wide eyes would peek curiously through the door at this strange looking English woman who dressed like a Pakistani. The Father, Uncle Mohammed, was a devout and kind man in his fifties. Every day, he entered the house at just after midday like clockwork. After kissing his little daughters, he would make wudhu and quietly pray, face still glistening with traces of water, in front of the old gas fire. I would watch as he moved in and out of sujood (prostration), wondering how on earth he remembered all those moves. A comfortable serenity would envelope the house when he would pray and even the smallest of the children would quit their play and sit quietly. I pulled open the rusty door of my ancient Ford Fiesta, turned the key and it spluttered into life. Screeching into the hospital, I dumped the car in a bay that I probably shouldn’t have, and sprinted into the A and E department. It was empty except for a grumpy looking receptionist and a few people scattered around in chairs. My friends weren’t there. They must be in the back area. ‘Scuse me’ The receptionist glanced up raising a perfectly shaped eyebrow. ‘I’m Looking for Uncle Mohammed Akhbar….he was brought in a couple of hours ago.’ She tapped on the computer keyboard, then looked up again and her face softened. ‘Sit there a minute. Someone will come and get you.’ She gestured at the row of straight backed plastic chairs. After literally a few seconds a young male nurse came through the double doors and took me through into a small room with the words ‘Relatives Room’ written in bold black on a small metal plate. ‘I’m sorry. He said quietly, ‘Your Uncle passed away an hour ago from a massive heart attack.’ As I walked heavily out of the room, tears welled up in my throat. I didn’t have the words to explain to the nurse that this man wasn’t really my Uncle; that I barely knew him. My friends had all gone home to grieve. I was too late. A few days later I found myself sitting in a room stuffed full of Pakistani relatives and friends of the family ready to send Uncle Mohammed off to his Janaza (funeral). It was completely different from deaths I had experienced in English culture. When the eerie phone call had come announcing my own Grandfather’s death as a child, it was almost completely hidden as though shameful like a dirty secret. As the adults went off, black clad, straight faced and whispering to the funeral, myself and my cousin were left with a neighbour. It wasn’t considered appropriate for children to be there. As I entered my friend’s sitting room, now cleared of all the brightly coloured sofas and coffee tables, women looked up at me in shock as my friend and Mohammed’s daughter led me in. In the middle of the room, on a cloth covered trolley was a simple wooden coffin; ladies crowded around it; crying and wailing loudly. Some would strike at their chests. Others would collapse, caught by their companions (afterwards my friend explained how forbidden this wailing and beating behaviour is in Islam and how it distresses the soul of the deceased). My friends pulled me, heart beating, into the crowd. I was truly terrified. I didn’t know what to expect. What actually seeing a dead body would be like… every ounce of me wanted to break away and run. But I had to be there for my sister in Islam; my friend, so I allowed myself to be led, eyes tightly closed gently to the side of the coffin. I opened my eyes and looked down at him and my body immediately relaxed. Rather than the wide eyed, suited grey corpse I had expected to recoil from in horror, he was shrouded in pure white shining cotton. His face, was simply sleeping; a peaceful smile adorning his lips as though dreaming the most beautiful of dreams. That moment, the wailing and crying of the ladies melted into the background and it was just me and him. All I could see was his face, flooded with noor (light), with the traces of wudhu; prostrating in front of that old gas fire. My heart flooded with Imaan and awoke. I knew immediately why this dead man I looked down on was smiling, his face still full of light. His prayer was the reason. And I wanted the same. I wanted to return to Allah with that smile on my lips. Alhamdulillah. From that moment on until now, almost 22 years later, I don’t believe I have ever missed a prayer; and, as Uncle Mohammed was the one who inspired me to begin, every Salah (prayer) I make, every whisper of Tahajjud, every prostration I did in front of the Kaba, is Insha’Allah also his reward too. May Allah reward him with the highest of Firdous. But learning the prayer was hard and fraught with cultural barriers. My journey as a practising Muslim had truly begun. About the author Ameena Blake is a British public speaker and student of knowledge. She is currently the Director of Eden Houses UK, a Muslim welfare house. Prior to this she worked as Assistant Secretary General of the Muslim Council of Britain. She has a Bachelor’s degree in English Studies and a Master of Arts in Islamic Studies. 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Hated islam, now he is muslim

Assalamu alaykum,
This is brother Patrick Amman, who was an enemy of Islam for years. He was in the Army, he had Far-Right involvement and was connected with anti-Islamic nationalists all over Europe and North America. Now Alhamdulillah he is Muslim and his two favourite Sahabis are Umar ibn al-Khattab radiAllahu Anhu and Khalid bin Walid radiAllahu Anhu, both of whom were enemies of Islam before they saw the Truth.

He converted a year ago. He said he felt a sudden urge out of nowhere to study Islam in an honest way. So he picked up two translations of the Qur’an and started watching Islamic YouTube channels. Each day he studied; lies he had believed were shattered, and as he became increasingly pro-Islam, his nationalist friends started to oppose him. But this only made him more firm, until he finally made up his mind that Islam was the Truth and he could no longer deny it or find any flaws.

So he finally decided to go to the Mosque and take his Shahada. That random urge to study Islam was Allah’s guidance, no doubt. All the information was written by this brother. Alhamdulillah, Allah is best Planner.

#Islam, #Peace

I am Kaya Gravitter, a writer from the US. Not only did I convert of my own freewill

“I am Kaya Gravitter, a writer from the US. Not only did I convert of my own freewill, so was wearing hijab. It was not until my last two semesters in college I started to bluntly let people know that I was Muslim. I was a double major in international studies & political science. Islam and Muslims were often topics of discussion, which were followed by Islamophobic comments. I had to declare I was Muslim to them, to kill the stereotype they had in their minds. In my last semester, I was studying veiling in the Quran/hadiths, for my senior capstone project. I knew I wanted to wear it but wasn’t ready. Then a day in my capstone class, the Arab-Israeli conflict was the topic, I had to declare My faith and they should tone down their hate.
That night I was so upset, I decided I didn’t want to have to publicize my religion.

I wanted people to know I was Muslim before knowing anything else about me. So the next day I put on hijab and I’m covered under the constitution to wear it.”

Sister Marilyn’s story to islam

As Salamu Alaykum! My name is Marilyn and I would like to share my revert story! So three years ago I went with my best friend skydiving in Fiji! At first I was like omg let’s do it for the experience this will be so much fun! When I jumped out of the plane I swear it was one of the most euphoric feelings in my life, it was so blissful. I wanted to have that feeling over and over again!

I told myself I wanted to be a skydiving instructor and wanted to get certified because that’s how much I loved the feeling. A few months later I was at a conference and was invited to pray at the Masjid with a Muslim. It was a weird feeling, however, when I put my head on the ground I felt the same blissful feeling when I went skydiving. At that point, tears rolled down my face because I knew Islam was the truth. I reverted instantly and my life took a much needed positive turn.

I went home to tell my parents about my reversion. So I asked my mom if she wanted to grab food at Chipotle. When I took her out I told her that I have been studying Islam. Her response, “oh that’s great as long as you don’t become a Muslim.” And I said “well, I am becoming a Muslim lol!” And she said, “Oh wow, ok as long as you don’t wear that scarf on your head.” And I said “Oh, I am planning on doing that too.” It was def an awkward Chipotle date but alhamdulliah my family has accepted this decision and it is by far the best decision in my life.
Please make Duaa for me

Former Marine Mark Who Served in Iraq

Former Marine Who Served in Iraq and Accepted Islam

Brother Mark recently came into Islam less than a year ago. He was in the Marine Corps and spent time in Iraq. Part of what led him to the religion of Islam was during his stay in Iraq when directly dealing with Muslims who he considered of utmost manners and hospitality.
Spiritually speaking, Br. Mark studied to become ordained in the Roman Catholic church for over a decade but had difficulties surrounding the religious veneration of sacred objects and ritual practices, especially praying to the saints instead of God! Curiosity led him to studying Islam more and reading the Qur’an. The turning point for him was when he realized that ALL the Prophets of God including Abraham, Moses, Jesus, and Muhammad (peace be upon them all) came with the same message of Islamic monotheism.

Takbeer, Sinead O’Connor a very famous Irish pop star accepts Islam

Alhamdulilah , Sinead O’Connor a very famous pop star has accepted Islam. She shared below that :

“This is to announce that I am proud to have become a Muslim(Any person who submits their will to the Creator). This is the natural conclusion of any intelligent theologian’s journey.” Sinead O’Connor

She’s here not only following the example of Mary the mother of Jesus by wearing the Hijab(as seen in picture) but also now praying like Jesus did to the Creator alone!

Hindu Who Demolished Babri Masjid in india, Converts To Islam

Hindu Who Demolished Babri Masjid in india, Converts To Islam

Babri Masjid was situated in Ayodhya, India which was ordered to be demolished, and this person who took part in destroying that mosque, end up converting to Islam.
Ever since his transformation, Mohammad Amir, previously called Balbir Singh, has constructed more than 90 mosques as a means of apologizing for his sin.

Moreover, Amir also gives facilities as a Islamic preacher.

The excursion of Amir, from an ex-kar sevak, who united with thousand others coming from across India to thrash the Babri Masjid to a devoted Muslim, is an inspirational one.

In an talk with India Today, Amir discovered how he was the first person to climb the mid dome of Babri Mosque.

Once a loyal saffron association warrior, Mohammad Amir, told, “I was so expended with remorse soon after the destruction of that mosque and that’s the time when I decided to accept Islam.”

Muhammad Amir is also wedded to a Muslim lady and runs a school in India to spread the wisdoms of Islam.


I was born Christian .. but I did not feel comfortable

I was born Christian .. but I did not feel comfortable.
After being in Africa (Senegal), where I attended many Muslims, I started to get interested in Islam.
A religion full of love and respect .. and I found it so beautiful I thought about it all the time.
And from one day to the next I went out with the hijab and I was proud of myself .. my parents were against, but I was finally free
Until today this religion filled my heart with joy and freedom. And i say Alhamdulillah( Praise be to Almighty God )

Whosoever Almighty God guides,none can lead him astray and whosoever is led astray cannot be guided.

Almighty God says in the Glorious Qur’an :

“Say [O Muhammad PBUH]: ‘O People of the Scripture [Jews and Christians]: come to a word that is just between us and you, that we worship none but Allaah, and we associate no partners with Him, and that none of us shall take others as lords besides Allaah.’ Then, if they turn away, say, ‘Bear witness that we are Muslims.’”

[Holy Qur’an, Aal ‘Imraan 3:64]

In another Ayah, Allah( Subhanahu wa Ta’ala ) said,

﴿وَمَن يَبْتَغِ غَيْرَ الإِسْلَـمِ دِينًا فَلَن يُقْبَلَ مِنْهُ﴾

(And whoever seeks a religion other than Islam, it will never be accepted of him)
[Holy Qur’an 3:85]

In this Ayah ﴿3:19﴾, Allah ( Subhanahu wa Ta’ala ) said, asserting that the only religion accepted with Him is Islam,.

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Trump’s Election Led Me to Islam

☺️ ☺️ My Journey to Islam

Trump’s Election Led Me to Islam By Michael CummingsTrump’s Election Led Me to Islam
Everything I learned about Islam just made sense to me.

My name is Michael Cummings,
but am changing my name too #Ubaidah. This is my story of reverting/converting to Islam.

Well I was raised Baptist in rural Kentucky. But I’ve always been different from my family, especially when it comes to wanting to learn about other cultures. Both of my brothers joined the military and have since both moved on to other career fields after serving in Iraq.

Well one of them is now homeland security and in college to be a Christian preacher. But I had strayed away from Christianity after I started to question the Bible and couldn’t get answers from any preachers, so I started to seek the truth of religion.

I looked into everything from Mormon to Rastafarian, but during the election of trump and all the hatred that came with it, it peaked my interest to find out what Muslims actually believe because all I really knew was what you see on TV and movies.

So I proceeded to research and to ask Muslims what they believe and I ordered a Quran and just started to read.

Everything I learned about Islam just made sense to me. So I decided to tell my mom I was converting to Islam, she was not happy (still isn’t). Then she decided to take it upon her self to call my homeland security/preacher brother and tell him.

So that obviously didn’t go over well. Pretty much everybody I’ve known my whole life see me as an enemy now, but by losing a few family members I gained about 1.7 billion new brothers and sisters.

I am also giving dawah to all my friends and have a few that are very close to accepting Islam Insha’Allah.

I just pray that Allah continues to guide me and my friends and maybe even my family one day.

Allah Akbar.

How I Converted to Islam?

How I Converted to Islam?

2013 was nothing short of miraculous. I would never have imagined at the start of 2013 that by the end of 2013 I would be speaking and writing about God in my life. I remember myself even looking at the really pious Christians and thinking how could religion be even a topic they can get so passionate about?

I couldn’t ever see myself putting God on top of anything else. Life was more important, wasn’t it? But here I am, at the start of 2014, and I am recounting my story in the hope that I might inspire others to begin seeking their own journey to, and with God. God’s Intervention Let’s just say I have never been an active participant in church.

There had been many unfortunate events littering my teenage years that made me skeptical (I shall not recall that), eventually I just became a Sunday church-goer, and God was pretty much non-existent from my life (or so I thought). Well, he did shake me up a little once or twice, but never once did I find it strong enough to start making Him my priority. A hopeless case like me would never have read the Bible or remembered God unless I needed something.

I was spiraling downhill but I didn’t know it. I needed to turn back. God pushed me in the only way He could think possible. And that was through S. It all started as a curious question to him and for the sake of starting a conversation, “tell me about your religion.” Because all I knew of Muslims at that point of time was of women who had to wear hijabs and clothes that weren’t suitable for Singapore’s hot weather, halal food, and fasting.

I don’t even know why I was also afraid when I asked the question, just as I thought it was offensive that I should talk about alcohol or pigs in front of Muslims, or accidentally disturb them when they are praying. One word to describe what I’d think of Muslims- strictness.

It surprises me now why I was so focused on the superficial aspect of their practices, and never once asking about who this “Allah” was that was making them do all this. And when I found out who this Allah was, the same God that had grown up with me, the One True Creator, I was shocked.

Not shocked at the newfound realization, but shocked that I had never bothered to realize it until then. All these while I had thought that Christianity, though imperfect, was surely the right religion because our God was present in his miracles throughout all history, from Adam to Abraham to Moses to Jesus. It simply didn’t occur to me that there would be another religion apart from Christianity that spoke about this same God, or the same Adam, Abraham, Moses and Jesus. Reading the Quran for the First Time Well just for curiosity’s sake I decided to download a Quran app for some light reading, and to be honest it wasn’t very light at all.

I got quite a culture-shock (or should I say, religion-shock) as I went through the first few verses of Al-Baqara as every few sentences would warn of punishment and Hellfire if you didn’t pray, or if you disbelieve, or if you commit sins. It was definitely a far cry from the Bible’s interesting storybook-like writing style.

So I remember asking S, why does the Quran sound so scary? His simple answer to me, “Shouldn’t God’s Word be like that?” I was completely baffled. I had this implanted idea that God’s Word should be like a history book (like how the Bible is) to tell us events, miracles and recorded texts from people who lived from that period so that we would read and believe.

Not a book which stated rule after rule like an authoritative parent (which I eventually found to be not the case, but more on that later). So I stopped reading the Quran, and the app lay forgotten (for a while) in the depths of my Google Play Store. Back to True Monotheism Yet God wasn’t done with me. The questions I had since I was younger (but never bothered to ask) started to resurface, one of which was about the Trinity. And this time, I had answers.

True, logical answers in Islam that no matter how much I wanted to doubt, I could not. But still I was stubborn, I could not see how the Bible could be corrupted over time and translation, and I still wanted to seek answers from the Christian perspective. I still believed the Bible was all truth. And with lots of pushing from S (“Read your bible.

Isn’t God the most important in your life?”), slowly, I started to read my Bible. From start to end. I read it with my own basic understanding, and with full conviction that every sentence was true and uncorrupted. I read it without looking for underlying metaphorical meanings. And as I read, the Truth became clearer and clearer (I won’t go through these here, I’ve already covered them in previous posts). Yes, just with the Bible and my simple understanding, the Truth was apparent.

Jesus did not call us to worship him, he called us to worship God. Not once did I see a trace of the Trinity in the Bible (stop linking up patterns!). So I read more, history articles (where I could be sure there were no bias), a few Christian sites which actually talked about the history of the Trinity concept (they were hard to find, but I could be sure they wouldn’t say things which would be detrimental to the faith).

I spoke to nuns, to priests, to my parents. And the answer simply wasn’t there. History never lies, and analogies can never win logic. Deep down inside, the answer was simple and direct, everything pointed to it. I could no longer hypocritically say I was Catholic, because I was essentially rejecting the basis that made Christianity/Catholicism different from Islam, and that was believing in Jesus as God.

Yet I was afraid to declare it openly, because my family and relatives were all staunch Catholics, renouncing my faith would cause nothing but chaos. And at that point of time, I had no other religion to turn to, as I did not know enough of Islam to be convinced of it as well. So for a period, I became a closet monotheist (belief in One God). I still went to Church, but for once I began listening to what I was reciting.

And I took my own stand in stopping myself from reciting the things that I could not bring myself to believe, which was anything other than declaring and worshipping God as One God.

Not Jesus, not Holy Spirit, but God alone. And my unwavering belief in this One God brought me through this period of uncertainty in my life, Alhamdulillah.

How Could You Abandon Jesus? Then came the “how could you abandon Jesus!” self-imposed battle. Frankly abandoning Jesus was the last thing that I could even imagine myself doing. I believed that even as I saw Jesus as another of God’s servants and not God, I still would be following Jesus’s ways and not become a follower of anyone else.

I even looked at a sect within Christianity (Jehovah’s witnesses) which was essentially a restoration of the original Christian beliefs before the implementation of the Trinity doctrine. But deep down I knew it wouldn’t work for me, because just as I needed to satisfy my need for understanding before faith, I also needed the continuing development of the faith that would come after.

I was looking for structure. Then I remember one day when I was at Orchard with S and his friend and we went to Masjid Al-Falah for them to do their prayers, I was sitting outside and as I waited, I started reading the posters placed outside the mosque. One of them wrote of who Jesus was to Muslims (Frankly I don’t know why I don’t ask S these kind of questions, would have been easier, right? But somehow getting my answers from so many other sources give my journey so much more meaning, and is truly a sign of God’s intervention in my life, Alhamdullilah.) And the poster spoke of how Jesus was as important and as loved as Prophet Muhammed (s.a.w) as one of God’s messengers. Can’t exactly remember the contents of the poster now but I knew it was one of the most important messages to me to wake me up from my misconceptions about Islam and start to find out more. Starting from Scratch… and Isolation I was starting from scratch, I didn’t know where to start, and like many other people, my idea of what Islam was came from vague impressions formed by 9/11, the Iraq war, really everything about violence.

I didn’t understand why women wore the hijabs or the niqabs (where only the eyes could be seen), I even thought Islam made women inferior to men.

Looking back now I am astounded at how much negativity and misinformation one can get just by being uninterested in the subject. I guess this was also one of the reasons why I was reluctant to even put a toe towards the path of Islam (though it felt so right). But eventually I did put that toe in.

I read the Quran again (just the translated version for now, until I learn my Arabic insyaAllah). I saw Adam, Nuh (Noah), Musa (Moses). I saw Maryam (Mary). And I saw my beloved Isa (Jesus). I read the beautiful Christmas story that I had grown up with, it was there. Every single story that had grown up with me as a child was also in the Quran. Where was the violence? Where was the oppression of women? There was none. In fact, it was all the opposite. I’d very much want to talk about all this, but my post is becoming the length of two essays so I’ll just try to cut the story short.

There were so many things that was going on during this period of discovery of Islam. Looking back now, everything seemed like a perfectly planned out syllabus, directed by God. When I had doubts or questions I didn’t realise I had, I found answers from the places I’d least expect. When I needed comfort, I came across beautiful poems from Rumi. When I felt terribly alone, I found friendship and support pouring in from existing friends, even strangers.

Yet I wasn’t handling it very well on the side of my parents, because there was not just one but two issues we had to deal with, and that was with regards to my discovery about Islam, and the other was about S. When I finally broke the news to them, there were nights, weeks and months of crying, heated arguments, weary faces. Eventually I dreaded going home, and when I did, my door became a shield.

I hadn’t been the best daughter, but this totally took the cake. Yet I did not know how else to react because… no one would understand, unless they too went through it. To others, I’d just seem like I converted just for S’s sake, because well, being so passionately involved in finding God simply isn’t something most people would do, unless they were really pious to begin with (and I wasn’t).

Even explaining myself to my closest friends, I still felt judged. And so I decided to withdraw behind my wall of isolation. Support Then I joined Darul Arqam, where I met people who, like me, were sincerely searching and deepening their faith. Everyone there knew that it didn’t matter the story of who brought us there because it was the path to the Truth, and there was no reason to judge God’s way of bringing us to it. Through listening to the stories of the other converts, some who converted on their own, my wall dissolved, bit by bit. God sent me a miracle through one of my aunts, whom I had previously feared of telling my story because she had a strong story of her journey to God in her Catholic faith, and was a counsellor and social worker in her working days.

Yet God knew I needed someone close to both me and my parents, and I was positively shocked at her responses as I told her my story. She never judged, she understood, and even as I still withdrew into my shell, she made me see that I was never alone, and that there would always be love from everyone close to me.

And most of all, it didn’t matter whether my religion was Catholic, Christian, Judaism or Islam, the most important was that I had found God through it.

(To my parents: I have brought you much pain throughout the past year, and I cannot say how sorry I am for the times I have acted distant and aloof.

Please do not judge Islam based on my actions, and I thank you from the greatest depth of my heart for the magnitude of understanding and acceptance of my choice of path in life. I will always be there for you as your daughter, and I pray to our God, the God we both know, for you.) Coming Together People have told me that the search for God should take a few years, but frankly, can you even put a time frame to such a thing?

Becoming a muslim is simple.

One just has to declare their belief that there is no other God but God alone, and that Prophet Muhammed (s.a.w) is His Messenger. And believing in Prophet Muhammed (s.a.w) as God’s messenger was also recognizing all the other Messengers who came before him, and that God had been sending them throughout all of history to spread His Word and save us. That to me, was ultimately the most amazing and indicative proof of God’s love for mankind. There was no big revelation, or dreaming of a bright light, or a deep voice telling me to just do it. It was simple, I just knew I had to say out what was in my heart. I remember when I said it, the azan (call to prayer) was sounding in the background. It was pure coincidence, but I felt it was God’s way of welcoming me to the start of my journey with Him.

This is the Start. Is it not amazing that God, our Maker, knows us so well that his ways of communicating is so different and unique to each of us? And who are we to judge on the path he has chosen to lead us to? My journey with God will forever be indicated by my Muslim name, Meryem, after Mary the mother of Jesus. It is meaningful to me because it is the link that harmonizes the teachings of Islam and Christianity, and likewise, I have never abandoned Jesus in reverting to Islam.

There will always be more challenges along the way, and I know I am definitely not a perfect example of a Muslim, but I pray my journey with Him will never stop, and my iman (faith) will grow over time insyaAllah. Just as God brought people to me to guide me to the Truth, I hope that I too can guide others to the Truth, and not limit themselves to the labels of religion. And as Angel Jibraeel (Gabriel) said to the Prophet, “Read! Read in the Name of God who created thee…” likewise, i implore you to read. Because eventually, there is nothing to lose.

There is all to gain. Alhamdulillah! Praise be Allah, Lord of the Worlds.

All of us will soon die

All of us will soon die!
All of us will soon depart from this world.
[Allah ﷻ says] *كُلُّ مَنْ عَلَيْهَا فَانٍ*
All that is on it [the earth] will perish. *وَيَبْقَى وَجْهُ رَبِّكَ ذُو الْجَلْـلِ وَالإِكْرَامِ*
And the Face of your Lord the owner of greatness and pride will remain.
Allah ﷻ says *كُلُّ نَفْسٍ ذَائِقَةُ الْمَوْتِ*
Every soul shall taste death.
*وَإِنَّمَا تُوَفَّوْنَ أُجُورَكُمْ يَوْمَ الْقِيَامَةِ ۖ
* And only on the Day of Resurrection shall you be paid your wages in full._

*فَمَنْ زُحْزِحَ عَنِ النَّارِ وَأُدْخِلَ الْجَنَّةَ فَقَدْ فَازَ ۗ*
And whoever is moved away from the Fire and admitted to Paradise, he indeed is successful.
*وَمَا الْحَيَاةُ الدُّنْيَا إِلَّا مَتَاعُ الْغُرُورِ*
The life of this world is only the enjoyment of deception.
Ibn Kathir رحمه الله writes:
Therefore, Allah Alone is the Ever-Living Who never dies, while the Jinn, mankind and angels, including those who carry Allah’s Throne, shall die. The Irresistible One and Only, will alone remain for ever and ever, remaining Last, as He was the First. Just a thought; Regarding the second Ayah, Allah ﷻ starts it by mentioning death, and then ends it with the reminder of how short the Dunya is. But the one who enters Jannah and is saved from Hellfire.
That is the ultimate victory. Because no matter how many millions you have, how many cars or women.
*كل من عليها فان*
All that is on it [the earth] shall perish.
As Muhammad ﷺ said _
“(By Allah! This life, compared to the Hereafter, is just as insignificant as when one of you dips his finger in the sea; let him contemplate what his finger will come back with.” Rather the true success lies with the avoidance of the fire, and entrance into Jannah!
Think about these Ayaat!
This is the comparison, and the stark reality! This Dunya is a piece of snow, melting in your hand as you try and keep hold of it, While the shining jewel you have neglected; the Akhirah, that doesn’t perish, is waiting for you to just grab it with both hands!
By Allah! The Dunya is so short, that merely waiting for Qiyamah to start, on Hashr, the people will lament at how the Dunya felt like a morning!

Racism and Islam

“Islam Kills racism.” ~ Malcolm X

Prophet Mohammad PBUH Said:

“All mankind is from Adam and Eve, an Arab has no superiority over a non-Arab nor a non-Arab has any superiority over an Arab; also a white has no superiority over a black nor a black has any superiority over white except by piety and good action. Learn that every Muslim is a brother to every Muslim and that the Muslims constitute one brotherhood. Nothing shall be legitimate to a Muslim which belongs to a fellow Muslim unless it was given freely and willingly. Do not, therefore, do injustice to yourselves.

Remember, one day you will appear before God (The Creator) and you will answer for your deeds. So beware, do not stray from the path of righteousness after I am gone.


Japanese brother revert journey to Islam

My name is Kyoichiro Sugimoto, Japanese Muslim Revert. I am originally from Seki, Gifu, a city famous for its production of traditional Samurai sword for the last 800 years. I am now living in Chiba, a residential suburb in the metropolitan Tokyo area. My journey to Islam has started from my first visit to Bangladesh in 1996.

Allah brought me to Islam through heartwarming kindness of the local Bengali people while the country has too many poor people. I realized this positive attitude should be stemmed from the teaching of Islam for they are Muslims. After reading the Japanese translation of the Qur’an in a few days, I was impressed by the clear concept of God and the life after death. “And do not invoke with Allah another deity. There is no deity except Him. Every thing will be destroyed except His Face. His is the judgement, and to Him, all of you will be returned,” the Qur’an 28:88 says, rejecting or ignoring God, Ultimate End and the next life seemed to be my major problem. I responded to my inner voice and accepted Islam in 1997. Now I am collaborating with iERA as the International Outreach Specialist for Japan. For the sake of Allah swt, I have 3 main activities: – Conveying the message of Islam to non-Muslims by opening up Fitrah or human primordial nature through heart-warming human relationships, motivational talks and education. – Empowering both New Muslims and Young Muslims through education and training so that they can continue and expand the Prophetic Mission in and out of Japan. – Promoting multicultural community cohesion between Muslims and non-Muslims in Japan through local events, campaigns and networking. Would you like a share in Kyochiro’s Dawah in Japan? Imagine all the non-muslims he will speak to about Islam Support the Dawah => donate.iera.org The Prophet (saw) said ‘’…the most beloved deed to Allah is the most regular and constant even though it were little.” Do the most beloved deed => donate.iera.org Your money will not only support the Dawah in Japan but across the world in South America, Europe, Asia and more!

Jewish Revert story; Daniel Marsden


My name is Daniel, I was born in the Orthodox Jewish community and I came to accept Islam when I was studying the Torah. I spent three long days in tears, fearful but then when I prayed for an answer this beautiful faith came swinging. In respect to the Rabbi who later accepted Islam and became the first man to be promised Jannah whilst he was alive, I have the Islamic name of Daniyal Ibn Salam. My love for the Ummah grows more and more, I’m speaking to several about marriage so keep me in your most humble Du’as.

Christian Missionary in Kampala convert to Islam

Via John Fontain

Brother Tim has been attending the street dawah events in Kampala for many years observing as a Christian, after the event he was taking me home on his motorbike taxi and his bike ran out of petrol, we had to tip the bike upside down to try to get it to work so we can get to the petrol station. Whilst we was doing this he said he was watching us speak about Islam and he has been thinking to become a muslim. He had already previously spoke to his wife and he said he also wants to change his name to Ismaeel. Alhamdulilah he took Shahada and he said he wants to learn how to recite the quran. Make dua for brother Ismaeel.

How Islam freed my soul? – Cat stevens

Islam Changed My Life for the Best

As I moved forward in my search, don’t think for one moment that I was waking up every morning and say “Now who am I going to meet and find today?”

… No. But the world is a place, and it was a place then, particularly then, where people would grab me every now and again and try to pull me back into the world and just let the desires explode. So “Come here, have this drink, have this, have that, it’s great”. You don’t need all that rubbish.


Continue reading “How Islam freed my soul? – Cat stevens”

Why Angela Embraced Islam Just Weeks After 9/11

I accept that I cannot control the events that occur in my life or in the lives of others.Islam is the only religion that communicates total submission to our Creator, the Creator of all people and of all things.

As a Muslim I know that everything I do first begins with an intention and then I must transform that intention into an effort in order to carry out what has already been decreed.

This wisdom defines my path to be a better person to myself, my family, my community and to all of my brothers and sisters here on earth.

Continue reading “Why Angela Embraced Islam Just Weeks After 9/11”

How to convert to Islam and become a Muslim?


By IslamReligion.com / 22 Feb 2013


The word “Muslim” means one who submits to the will of Allah, regardless of their race, nationality or ethnic background. Becoming a Muslim is a simple and easy process that requires no pre-requisites. One may convert alone in privacy, or he/she may do so in the presence of others. Continue reading “How to convert to Islam and become a Muslim?”

70 Major sins In Islam

70 MAJOR SINS IN ISLAM (English) —– —– —– —– —– —–

01. Associating anything with ALLAH 02. Murder

03. Practicing magic

04. Not Praying

05. Not paying Zakat

06. Not fasting on a Day of Ramadan without excuse

07. Not performing Hajj, while being able to do so

08. Disrespect to parents

09. Abandoning relatives

10. Fornication and Adultery

11. Homosexuality (sodomy)

12. Interest (Riba)

13. Wrongfully consuming the property of an orphan Continue reading “70 Major sins In Islam”

Sister Gigi’s journey to Islam

Assaslam alaikum warahmatullah wabarakatuh My name is Gigi, I am from the USA, I took the Shahada in March 2017, my life has completely changed and I’m a better person. I never felt God before until Islam came to my life. I lost many friends, some family, a job and my home, i been through fire but I’m still standing, stronger and better then ever in my life. I’m nothing, Nothing belongs to me everything I am and have comes from my beloved.

How I embraced Islam?

Assalam alaikum warahmatullah I took my shahada November of 2015. It is the first time I really felt God in my life. At first, it was such a great unexplainable feeling. Fast forward almost two years, I’ve experienced two Ramadans, the first Masjid I visited was in 2016, and I’ve met many Muslims online and in person. It’s been a journey of ups and downs. But always remember that no matter how far you go astray, God will welcome you back with open arms. You just have to start walking towards him. I want to say we reverts are strong! We go through many struggles and we all have unique stories. Kudos to us. I love you all for the sake of God.💜💜💜💛💛💛

I do not help my wife :)

A friend came to my house for coffee, we sat and talked about life. At some point in the conversation, I said, “I’m going to wash the dishes and I’ll be right back.”
He looked at me as if I had told him I was going to build a space rocket. Then he said to me with admiration but a little perplexed: “I’m glad you  help your wife, I do not help because when I do, my wife does not praise me. Last week I washed the floor and no thanks.”
I went back to sit with him and explained that I did not “help” my wife. Actually, my wife does not need help, she needs a partner. I am a partner at home and through that society are divided functions, but it is not a “help” to do household chores.
I do not help my wife clean the house because I live here too and I need to clean it too.
I do not help my wife to cook because I also want to eat and I need to cook too.
I do not help my wife wash the dishes after eating because I also use those dishes.
I do not help my wife with her children because they are also my children and my job is to be a father.
I do not help my wife to wash, spread or fold clothes, because the clothes are also mine and my children.
I am not a help at home, I am part of the house. And as for praising, I asked my friend when it was the last time after his wife finished cleaning the house, washing clothes, changing bed sheets, bathing her children, cooking, organizing, etc. You  said thank you
But a thank you of the type: Wow, sweetheart !!! You are fantastic!!!
Does that seem absurd to you? Are you looking strange? When you, once in a lifetime, cleaned the floor, you expected in the least, a prize of excellence with great glory … why? You never thought about that, my friend?
Maybe because for you, the macho culture has shown that everything is her job.
Perhaps you have been taught that all this must be done without having to move a finger? Then praise her as you wanted to be praised, in the same way, with the same intensity. Give her a hand, behave like a true companion, not as a guest who only comes to eat, sleep, bathe and satisfy needs … Feel at home. In his house.
The real change of our society begins in our homes, let us teach our sons and daughters the real sense of fellowship! ”

-revert muslim Brother Tee Edwards

Secrets of fasting 

Dear beloved, fasting is not just a worship …it is a treatment and healing for many diseases …it is a renewal method for our body cells and the activity of the entire body…as a result it is to renew our entire life and when we realize benefits offasting we really touch its sweetness, Allah Almighty says: (O you who believe! Observing As-Saum (the fasting) is prescribed for you as it was prescribed for those before you, that you may become Al-Muttaqun) {Sûrat Al-Baqarah-The Cow-verse 183 }.
The scientists confirm that the best cure for the accumulation of poisons in the body is the fasting because it helps in cleaning the cells from these poisons ,prophet Mohamed peace be upon him says :” fasting is a protection” {narrated by Muslim}. Indeed it is a protection from many diseases by increasing the activity of our cells.
Physicians assure that fasting activates our immune system …as the resistance of the body increases against all diseases. The immune system is a group of soldiers who guards the body from many viruses and harmful bacteria. Hence fasting is an effective weapon to help the body to defend itself. 
A medical fact: fasting is a main reason behind the long life!!!! Many non-Muslims had authored many books about the different benefits of fasting and they concluded that frequent fasting people lives longer than those who don’t fast!! Glory to Allah Almighty who prescribed the fasting for us as He Almighty says: (O you who believe! Observing As-Saum (the fasting) is prescribed for you as it was prescribed for those before you, that you may become Al-Muttaqun){Sûrat Al-Baqarah-The Cow-verse 183 }.
– Many scientific studies confirm that the best food for fasting people is “dates” with water because it contains all needed vitamins, sugars and minerals, hence the prophet says in the prophetic hadith ”when you break your fasting eat dates and if you don’t have dates drink water”{narrated by Abu- Dawood}.

Recent studies confirm that the ideal time to stop the smoking habit is the holy month of Ramadan!! Because fasting cleans the cells from the poisons of the tobacco , so Ramadan helps smokers to give up smoking as long as they sincerely supplicates Allah Almighty to support them to do that …it is amazing to know that non- Muslims are using fasting to cure smokers from smoking, what about us as Muslims? 
Many scientific studies say that praying helps in the healing from many diseases such as back pains and joints pains. Also the submissiveness during praying has a strange power in curing many chronic diseases especially during fasting. Allah Almighty says: (And that you fast, it is better for you if only you know){Sûrat Al-Baqarah-The Cow-verse 184}. 
Recent scientists suggest fasting as a new method to treat obesity because the fasting helps in dissolving fats and organizing the hormones to get a perfect body, the medical fact says: fasting is the easiest way to treat obesity.
The scientists say that fasting increases the power ofour brain!! As fasting increases the ability for creation! And is considered to be the best way to activate the cells of the brain to reprogram it, increase its ability and the self-healing. Therefore Allah Almighty says: (And that you fast, it is better for you if only you know) {Sûrat Al-Baqarah- The Cow-verse 184}.
A medical fact says that fasting reprograms our cells!!Many researchers had noticed many radical changes inside the systems of the body of the fasting people. It includes the physiological and psychological side. The frequent fasting breaks down the growth of tumor cells, and many scientists confirm that fasting for long times enhances the performance of the entire body which decreases the probability to be infected by cancer.
The scientists confirm that fasting helps in weight reducing, getting rid of the poisons, reduce pain and inflammation and increasing the concentration. Also, fasting is a kind of food saving and one of its greatest benefits is that the fasting people are satisfied because they feel that they played a main role to enhance their health, Allah Almighty summarized all of the previous in just a few words as He says: (And that you fast, it is better for you if only you know) {Sûrat Al-Baqarah- The Cow-verse 184}. 
Recent physicians approved one of the most important scientific facts that fasting helps to cure back pains, neck pains and backbone pains. A new study confirmed that fasting is a successful treatment for joints pain if the patient is performing the fasting for a continuous month (holy month of Ramadan)!!Don’t we realize the greatness of fasting to taste the sweetness of the holy month of Ramadan? 
Many scientists confirm that fasting is an operation without a surgery! As fasting cures stones in the kidney and the gallbladder, malignant tumors and liver. Many researchers say that fasting succeeds in many impossible missions where surgery operations fail! Allah Almighty says: (And that you fast, it is better for you if only you know) {Sûrat Al-Baqarah- The Cow-verse 184}.
A new scientific study confirms that healthy nutrition and the fasting activates the brain and protects from dementia as many scientists say: “the healthy nutrition and fasting from time to time stimulates the brain” and they confirm that eating dates and vegetables after fasting (breaking the fasting) reduces the possibility to be infected by dementia or brain attack. They assure that fasting plays a vital role in activating the brain cells to make it works more effectively. Allah Almighty says:(And that you fast, it is better for you if only you know) {Sûrat Al-Baqarah- The Cow-verse 184}.
The scientists say that the fasting man preserves many of his energy because of the refraining from food and drink; it means that the effective energy of the fasting man is at the top during the holy month of Ramadan! At that holy month it is easy to memorize the Qur’an!! We don’t have to forget that the Qur’an was descended in Ramadan.
Fasting cures many chronic diseases in the digestive system such as colon spasms and digestive disorders because fasting activates and organizes the blood cells, the brain and the heart. Also fasting reduces weight and maintains the body from the poisons. Allah Almighty says: (And that you fast, it is better for you if only you know) {Sûrat Al-Baqarah- The Cow-verse 184}.
Fasting is an effective method to protect us from the psychological disorders and there are many studies to confirm that the fasting helps in treating depression and to calm down hyperactive positions in the brain where usual and chemical drugs fails to treat these chronic psychological disorders. Don’t we get benefits of this great worship?
A medical fact says: ”fasting renews the blood cells” from the first moment of fasting cells start to renew itself especially the blood cells and the lazy cells starts to work effectively. The scientists say that fasting is a continuous maintenance and cleaning operation for the entire body as the body needs that kind of maintenance once a year! This is the holy month of Ramadan. Glory to Allah Almighty who orders us to perform this great worship.
The scientists say that fasting cures more than one hundred disease! Such as high blood pressure, diabetic, chronic asthma, respiratory diseases, heart diseases, Arteriosclerosis, many liver diseases and skin diseases such as allergy and the chronic eczema.
Many researchers say that fasting is a treatment for many diseases and it is an effective weapon against heart diseases , cancer ,and prevents form dementia and brain attack, here we realize why prophet Mohamed peace be upon him says in the prophetic hadith: “fasting is a protection” {narrated by Muslim}. 
Recent scientists had studied the healing effects of fasting and they concluded that fasting is the best method for treating the accumulated poisons in the cells! Fasting has many magnificent effects as it preserves our cells and is considered to be the most successful method to eliminate different diseases, viruses and bacteria. In fact there are many centers in some western countries that perform healing by fasting!! Despite the failure of modern medicine to treat some cases, fasting succeeded to treat these cases so Allah Almighty orders us to fast as He Almighty says: (And that you fast, it is better for you if only you know) {Sûrat Al-Baqarah- The Cow-verse 184}. 
– One of the marvelous facts is that eating dates organize functions of the liver and helps to getting rid of poisons. When a person breaks the fasting by eating dates it considered to be the best natural medicine to maintain the liver from the accumulated poisons. Also the researchers confirm that eating dates continually prevents from liver diseases. Now we understand why the prophet peace be upon him used to break his fasting by dates and also he used to eat dates every morning!!! 
The scientists found that fasting doesn’t harm diabetics as long as they are under medical supervision but it helps them to be treated. They say the reason behind that is the good and stable psychological status of the fasting diabetics as they are surrounded by calm and peace where the disorders and anxiety are far away, and that helps in the effective organizing of the work of different organs such as functions of the pancreas, Allah Almighty says: (And that you fast, it is better for you if only you know) {Sûrat Al-Baqarah- The Cow-verse 184}. 
Many scientific studies showed that fasting is a free way to renew and activate cells of the body as the fasting doubles the life of these cells! Hence the scientists confirm that there is a direct relation between fasting and the long life and good health. Fasting is the best way to clean the cells which delays aging.
Many chronic and high blood pressure patients are treated by chemical medicines with limited results. But fasting is

How I embraced Islam? 

I would like to share my story about how I found and accepted Islam.

I was born into a Christian family. My parents did not go to church much, but I did go to Sunday school and vacation bible study in the summers when I was young. My Uncle Ronald gave me my first Bible when I was 8 years old, and I still have it. I heard gospel music at my grandmother Eve’s house and I know she was very faithful. She went to church as much as she was able to. 

When I graduated from high school, I started college, but felt that I needed to spread my wings. I ended up enlisting in the United States Army as a combat medic in 1990. In 1991, right after I graduated from my medic training, I deployed in support of Operation Desert Storm. I landed in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia on February 14th of 1991. I was soon assigned to 3rd Armored Division. During the ground war, I was behind all the big tanks as they went north and up into Iraq. After the ground war was over, we made a camp south of Kuwait City, in Kuwait. During that time, I was one of the soldiers who volunteered to help the war refugees in Safwan, Iraq. Among the many people we treated was a young Muslim girl of about 8 years old. Because of the help we received by Muslim translators, we found out that she had been walking barefoot in the rubble of her village, and a wound on her foot had become infected. By the time she got to us, that infection had spread up her leg and towards her hip. We had to send her to a bigger hospital for care. The next day, we found out that she had passed away. I remember looking at her beautiful dark eyes and wondering what she thought of us. I wondered if she thought it was all our fault or if she thought we were helping. I didn’t speak her language to be able to tell her that she’d be in my prayers…or anything at all. It broke my heart. 

For the last 26 years, I have struggled with that. From that time, I gradually ended up being agnostic. I just didn’t KNOW if God existed or not. I kept hearing negative things about Islam in the news, and that has now hit an all time high. I KNEW in my heart that it was not true that ALL Muslims are bad or violent. I started speaking up about this on Facebook. Eventually, I met my dear friend Dalia, who was in a crafting group with me. She is my very first sister. She sent me my first book on Qur’an and my first hijab scarf. She is always so kind to me. Just when I thought things were bad enough towards Islam, the 2016 election happened. Even more people were saying bad things about Islam. My heart then decided that I would only be able to speak up for Muslims if I were to learn the truth for myself. That is when I decided to learn Arabic and more about Islam. I was blessed to meet Alaa, and she has been teaching me Arabic. She is also very dear to my heart for all her help. I have been so touched to make so many other Muslim brothers and sisters recently. No one at all has been anything other than kind to me. No one has forced me to do anything. I have spent the better part of this past year learning and reading and chatting with Muslims. I find it a bit amusing and ironic that it was the bigotry in the hearts of some “Christians” that led me more and more towards agnosticism, and Muslims who led me back to Allah. For that, I am ever grateful. 
I am not changing the fact that I stand up for human rights. I will always do so. We are all on Earth here, together. 
As salamu alykum<3 ❤ ❤