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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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

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!

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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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.

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.

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No one knows what will earn tomorrow!


When I embraced Islam 6 years ago and decided that I could not learn my new faith in safety or wholly where I lived Allah opened doors for me to move to the other side of the world in Cairo, Egypt .. for this decision .. I have lost most of my family and many of those who said they were friends but subhan’allah .. Allah (swt) has given me a wonderful Muslim husband and NEW FAMILY who accepted me and who have been so patient in helping to teach me about my Deen .. alhamdulillah .. Allah has blessed me so much .. allah Akbar

(august 19 @ 6:41 pm by, (reverted sister Carolyn Elaine Wallace )

Bismillahir Rahmanir Raheem, a dear sister that I know just began wearing the hijab, and she is being tested by Allaah with it. Her manager first ridiculed her, then told her that since her 90 days isn’t up yet, they could fire her for any reason.

She called me crying saying that she was about to lose her job, and that she couldn’t afford that. I told her that she has forgotten who had given her the job in the first place- Allaah. That He is the provider, and that He will help her find a better job in’sha’Allaah. This is a just a test for her. A fw hours after I spoke to her, subhana’Allaah- Allaah gave me an idea, He found her a better job. I told her that I there was a job who would accept her as she was, and that she would have the weekends off…subhana’Allaah. Don’t give up on your religion…be strong Allaah will always find a way out for you!!! Have trust in Him!

I wanted to share this with you all, because many of us when we begin to practice we think no one will accept our new way, and that we will lose our friends, our jobs, etc. Don’t be a people pleaser, please Allaah first, and the rest will fall into place.

May Allaah help all of our sisters and brothers around the world who are trying to come closer to Allaah to be strong. Ameen. Ya Allaah may you help us be patient and persevere through the difficult times. Ameen.

Reverted sisters, How i started wearing Hijjab?


“I come from a strong Catholic background and at the beginning of this year, I accepted Islam as my religion. It is the true religion of God, this I know. I didn’t wear hijab straight away but now I embrace my hijab because it shows the world that I love my Lord.
My hijab is not a burden, nor is it designed to offend or impress. It is a token of my faith. I wear it to please my Lord.

At first, it was different wearing hijab. I noticed people acted differently towards me. Some people were negative or hostile towards me, but not even they could make me remove my hijab. It is not them I am trying to please. In my hijab, I feel beautiful and protected.

Allahu Akbar (Allah is great)!” -Jordan from New Zealand

My Story By Noureen Roberts (USA)


My hijab is empowering and powerful
My Story By Noureen Roberts (USA)

I am 24 and recently reverted to Islam. I have been wearing hijab for just over three months now.

I don’t just like my hijab, I love it. It has become such a part of me and I would feel very off without it. The first day that I started wearing it, it just felt so right.

My hijab is not a burden or a pain or a nuisance. It is not hot or itchy. It is not in the way, annoying, or cumbersome. It is not time consuming or ugly. It is not oppressive or restrictive; it does not prevent me from doing anything. My hijab is nothing bad, nothing negative, and nothing harmful.

My hijab is pretty and nice and awesome. It is comfortable, warm, and protective. My hijab is empowering and powerful.

My hijab reminds me that I am always in the presence of Allah swt. It reminds me of my faith and to stay strong in it.

My hijab says please don’t be negative around me; I don’t have room for your darkness. It says make small talk with me. It says I am strong. It says look at me with respect; look at me not my body; have interest in me not my body. It says please refrain from hitting on me because I do not need your remarks.

I would take what I have now over what I used to have any day. People do not hit on me; I do not get cat-calls. I can just go out and not be bothered, or if people talk to me there is no underlying intention.

My hijab lets me know that I am too beautiful, too precious, and too important to be put on display. It tells me that I am something more than I ever realized.

That is why I choose to not only wear, but love my hijab.

Sister Iman llano’s Daughter took shahadah


Assalam o Alaykum Wa rahmatuAllah Wabarakatuh to everyone my dearest sisters and brothers..
To everyone Muslim and over the world most especially on this group.. she is my dougther.. she embrace in Islam today..
I never expect that she embrace in Islam..
I am standing for my family as a mother and as a father.. when I embrace in Islam.. I try my best and long time I wait for time when she did embrace for Islam. But I am so happy coz she did.. Alhamdulillah now she is A Muslim women..
To All my dearest co-Muslim and over the world please pray fo me to my dougther..
May almighty Allah he guide us to the right path. Ameen.

“Allahu Akbar ”

Sister Sara’s Short Story- how i came to Islam?


Sara: “I grew up going to church and having faith in God but when I hit my teens I rebelled a bit and wanting to have fun with my friends, I starting going clubbing and stopped attending church. Still believing in God, I always found it interesting talking to Muslims about Islam. I struggled with the Churche’s idea of the trinity and believing that Jesus was the son of God.

Mid last year, I reverted to Islam and early this year I started wearing niqab, both being decisions I wish I had made earlier. In some ways my life has changed so much and in other ways I’m still the same girl. I traded in some of my old habits; I don’t drink, smoke, go clubbing or get into trouble anymore, but kept some; I still enjoy shopping, spending time with the girls and getting my hair done, and adopted some new ones like praying five times a day and covering up.

Covering up and niqab was my choice. Some people think that a man forces me to wear niqab but I’m not even married and my dad isn’t Muslim so he wouldn’t care if I chose not to wear niqab – as long as I’m happy, he is happy. I’m definitely not forced. I understand non Muslims being apprehensive or intimidated or possibly scared of niqab. To be honest, before I reverted I had similar feelings and thoughts but then I met people who wear niqab and realised under the layers they’re just normal everyday people. I don’t think I’m better than anyone who doesn’t wear niqab, Muslim or non Muslim. I wear niqab as extra worship and devotion between me and ALLAH.”

Sister Karen Brown’s journey to islam


A blessed soul who found Islam.May Allaah ease all her affairs, keep her strong and guided on the deen, Aameen!

“Assalamu’alaykum.I am Karen Brown, new to Islam. I was raised in a strict Christian home. I am basically an orphan. I grew up hiding from my parents or being knocked around. Everyone thought we were the best family. I doubted Christianity all my life. How can parents call themselves Christians only to do what they were doing to me?

I started asking Muslims to explain there religion. Unfortunately, they didn’t think I was serious. I began studying on my own and finally went to my Muslim boss and begged for help. I wanted something more. All my family lives, but they don’t claim me and have robbed me. I had no hope or reason to live.

I only started getting help in learning in May last year. I started reading on my own in December. I was always attracted to Islam growing up. Females were always covered. My Muslim boss had helped me out a lot. I had lost a place to live and he made sure I had one.

I remember when I was younger, I asked about Islam. My father said he would kill his own than to see his daughter become Muslim. I was terrified to admit Islam was the true religion.

So, 3 months into it, I have had my tire slashed and a family member followed me home and knocked me around. My parents still have no clue. I am terrified of what my parents will do. They are not good people. I learn Islam through books, Facebook and basically that is all. I did Ramadan on my own. I changed my way of dressing by reading books on how Muslims dress. Sadly, I was told I can’t wear my hijab at work.

In all my life I wanted to know what real love felt like. No one cared if I lived or died. Now, I know Allah does. He claims me. I have much to learn and the trials are wearing me down. But, I have hope that Allah will help me.”

Hijjab story of a revert sister

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I am a born Muslim who never practiced Islam before even though
I still loved Allah more than anything!
I always had an urge to wear the hijab but was never strong enough to go with it. Alhamdulillah,
I started reading the Quran and started to question my life style 24/7. It came to a point where I was listening to a lecture and this Sheikh (scholar of Islam) said if you were to die today and face Allah, what you got to present in front of Him saying here I did this for you?
I took a moment to think what I had to offer and honestly, I couldn’t think of one thing.

Yes, I’m a loving, caring, helpful person with a huge heart but I felt like this question had a deeper meaning.
So I said if I didn’t have anything ’till today to offer Allah, I’ll start by this, and I wore my hijab on January 26, 2015.
And I have never been happier in my life.
My life makes sense now. I don’t feel lost anymore.
I have a purpose now.
I see how different I get treated by the brothers -with so much more respect, even from strangers.
If someone offered me 50 million dollars to remove my hijab,
I would never in a million years take it off.
My hijab, my pride! Salam (peace) to every sister who is on the right path! May Allah be pleased with us. Ameen.

Candice Vancraenenbroek from Europe


I reverted to Islam just over one year ago. I’m from Slovakia (Europe), but I lived in England for 2 two years and also in Holland. I never really cared about any religion. I didn’t have religious friends or anything like that. I was a usual teenager. Then I left home when I was 18 and went to work in England as an au-pair. I loved it. And of course I went really wild.

When I was 2, I came to Holland. I was unhappy for a long time.
I met my husband just 2 weeks after my arrival. We fell head over heels in love and he introduced me to Islam. I needed it. I have a very strong personality and say what I want. It brought me trouble sometimes. I have a diploma from Commercial College, two certificates for English (one for tourism and business) and know a lot about the world of economy and politics.

But I needed some spirituality. I found it in God. It might seem I did it for my husband, but it is not true. He said it was my own decision whether I do it or not. Since I did I feel very happy. Somehow complete and fulfilled. It is difficult at times to explain to my parents or friends, but they try to understand.

I know I did some bad things in my life, but I also believe that our Creator is the Most-forgiving, Most-merciful. I’m trying to be as good as I can. Islam brought me my freedom and happiness. It’s hard to explain how I feel, but I know that my fellow sisters and brothers will understand how it is to stand alone. My home country is very intolerant against Muslims, so I’ll have a hard time when I go and see my parents. But God will help me to go through it.

There are still things I need to find out and I cannot wait to know them all. I realised one thing since I became a Muslimah and started wearing Hijab. Fellow Muslims smile at me and say Inshaalah or Alhamdulillah. It’s a great feeling.

Our Dear brother Jamal D Omar Give Shahada this woman


Here is her story A 21 year old Nurse named Aysha who is originals from Russia, took her shahada today. Her father is a Professor at SCSU and introduced a couple international Muslims students. I asked her why she left Christianity and she said, ” I was just 16 and I was devoted to the church and loved serving God, but the pastor son had fell in love with me and when I rejected him my mom and I were kicked out the church. I got upset and tore up my bible. I began to ask how the house of God that isn’t owned by any human being could be operated like this. I was devastated and I met my Brothers and sisters in Islam who showed me unconditional love and told me more about Islam but I didn’t take shahada because I had many questions and when I found the answers I was looking for today I took my shahada.

sister Lacey Tourney’s Journey To Islam


Lacey Tourney, 22 years-old and formerly of Catholic faith
always felt a spiritual disconnection which led to a curiosity to explore the cultural horizons.

“I knew faith was important and I wanted to have a faith base in my life but I wasn’t happy,” she said.

She enrolled in a Middle Eastern religious studies course at the University of Regina and began delving into the practices of Islam.

Not long after she converted to Islam.

“Going to university, I met a lot of individuals that were Muslim. We would sit and talk for hours and they would tell me about their culture and way of life. I just thought: ‘This all makes a lot of sense, something just clicked. Islam just seemed to mesh a lot more in what I believe in,’ ” said Tourney.

Since the conversion, the fourth-year arts education student has made life changes. In December, she decided to wear the hijab, which is a cloth that covers the hair, neck and chest from the public eye.

“I wanted everything to be gradual because it’s a lifestyle change that (affects) your everyday actions,” she said. “Being a convert, you need to find the reasoning behind everything. And the reasoning behind Muslim faith is to make your life more healthy, more fulfilling (and) to make you care more about other people and concentrate on helping them.”

This time of year is significant for the Muslim community, as the tradition of Ramadan – eating little food and drinking no water – is carried out.

It will be Tourney’s third year participating in the special occasion.

The 22-year-old will “break the fast” each evening at sundown and partake in a joyous gathering that takes place at friend’s and family homes.

Debra Schubert, a close friend of Tourney’s who also converted to Islam in 2002 said, “Lacey put on the hijab as a testimony of faith.”

There are five pillars of faith in Islam, said Schubert, including testimony of faith, prayer, fasting, a pilgrimage to Mecca and charity.

Ramadan is a way of purifying the mind and spirit, while gaining compassion for those who are less fortunate, said Schubert. Each evening there is prayer, accompanied with eating small amounts of dates and drinking water.

“You’re going to feel a heightened sense of emotions and awareness, you notice things about others you normally wouldn’t,” she said. “In other parts of the world, others do not have the luxury of eating in the evening during Ramadan. It really puts things into perspective. It’s intense.”

Tourney hopes to teach at the Regina Huda School after convocation next spring. “She’s just a fun-loving person,” said Schubert. “Everything in this religion is between yourself and your Creator. (Lacey) is able to be herself but now she also prays and wears hijab.”

Allahu Akbar. Allahu Akbar. Allahu Akbar.

Brother Jamal Omar

Allahu Akbar. Allahu Akbar. Allahu Akbar.
“I was the only one in my family that had accepted Islam. Alhamdulillah, my sister Sandra Jd Mears found me, and now her and her husband and 5 year old daughter have accepted Islam.

Allah is very kind and has given me more than I could of ever asked for. Please make dua for them as they are the only Muslims in this small town. Also make dua for the rest of my family that they follow the same path, insha Allah.”




Here’s the story regarding David’s shahadah

Last week on Saturday David was busy selling the ‘Big Issue’ magazine in the city. He was stationed near our dawah stand. He became curious about Islam and muslims. We initiated the conversation asking questions such as: do you know your purpose in life, what happens after death, the difference between a muslim and a disbeliever in terms of attitude and lifestyle, why Islam is being demonised in the media, why it’s important to die as a muslim, the laws of Allah vs the laws of whims/desires, how to gain the pleasure of Allah in this world as well as the next, how to be proactive and take the shahada now before it’s too late and the five pillars of Islam.
After about half an hour David still didn’t feel this was for him so he took the Quran and some additional information on Islam and left.
A week later we met him again today at the same place. This time he was in a happy mood and surprisingly He greeted us with his salaams. He said he started to read the Quran.
It was time to pray Dhuhr so a brother called the adhan. David was mesmerised by the adhan, later he had to go back to work. After we completed the salah, David came back and said he wanted to join us in salah.
From there I sensed a ‘shahada signal’ and then asked David to take the shahada. He took the shahada quite comfortably alhamdulillah.

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Angel, Ex-Christian, USA

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A Personal Account Of A Revert Muslim:
From a broken family and society, a woman finds support from some Muslim friends.

Every Muslim has a story about their journey to Islam. Each one is interesting and curious to me. God truly guides who He wants and only who He wants. I feel so blessed to have been one of the chosen. Here is my story.

I always believed in One God. My entire life during hardship, I asked God for help even as a child. I remember crying on my knees in the kitchen, screaming and crying all around me. I was praying for God to make it stop. Religion on the other hand never did make sense. The older I got, the less it really made sense to me. People thinking they were the negotiator between you and God. Continue reading “Angel, Ex-Christian, USA”

I remember a time in my life where I…


I remember a time in my life where I didn’t have big dreams. In fact, I wasn’t really dreaming at all. I lived day-to-day, looking for ways to meet my own needs of significance or love.

I had no idea what I really wanted in my life, and if I did, I was afraid to chart my own course to make it happen. The first day I realized that I was following the aspirations of those around me, instead of my own, I was in shock. I drove around for several hours, up and down the coast looking to get lost somewhere fast, with no direction to go in at all.

The drive was a good metaphor for my life. talk a lot about “dreaming big” and making big goals, but few people talk about the other side of that equation.

Most of us, as children have big dreams, expansive imaginations, and energy and hope that could fuel a spaceship to Mars.

The problem wasn’t the inability to dream big – the problem was about the beliefs, fears, and negative voices that became so loud, that the mind could no longer dream, or take action.

Dreaming big is exciting. Dreaming big, and making massive goals and never achieving them is depressing.

So what changed?

I did. I began to put myself into environments and experiences which would force me to stand on my own two feet. Instead of living through the accomplishments or success of others, I committed to creating my own.

Owning who I truly wanted to be. Not what a degree on the wall said, not what people expected, not what was comfortable and easy, like a costume I could slip into.

I wanted to own my vision, and with the help of Allah, seeking His pleasure, I starting taking those baby steps towards change.

This is where my coaching career began.

(continued via sister, Megan Wyatt)

Takbeer, sister took her ‪#‎Shahadah‬ with the team in ‪#‎Newcastle‬


Alhamdulillah, we have a new sister in Islam!

Sister Sarah made the declaration of faith last night and accepted Islam. Some of the IDC team went to Newcastle University Mosque today to “meet and greet” and give her our New Muslim Support Gift Box! smile emoticon

She spoke to the head of our New Muslim Support for Sisters in Newcastlle, informed her of classes and social gatherings and we will arrange a mentor.

Exciting times for her, may Allah reward her! Ameen. Please keep her in your dua.

(cotinued via Islamic Diversity Centre)

I’m Very Irish… And a Muslim Too!


Leslie Carter’s Journey to Islam
Hi, I’m Leslie Carter.

I work for the Islamic Cultural Center in the women’s office as an assistant to the woman’s coordinator.

I’m Muslim. I converted from Christianity, I’m a Muslim three years now.

I had a lot of questions in my faith in Christianity since I was a teenager. The whole theme of confession, I just didn’t feel comfortable with me going into a box and telling the priest my sins and he says say this and say that and you are forgiven. I thought my sins should be between myself and God. Continue reading “I’m Very Irish… And a Muslim Too!”

Australian Sister, Sarah’s Journey to dear islam


Coming from the country side in Australia, I was never exposed to Islam. I knew nothing about it. I thought of it as an oppressive religion, whenever I heard about it. It wasn’t until I went to Malaysia, that God guided me in ways I never expected, Subhan’Allah.

I learned that Muslim women also have rights, which were legally given even before the West did. Meeting impressive women like Sisters in Islam and Marina Mahathir, also inspired me to divulge into Islam more. I found that I could have a career and be a Muslim. However it wasn’t until a year later, I reverted, Alhamdulillah. Continue reading “Australian Sister, Sarah’s Journey to dear islam”

French Director Finds Islam After Charlie Attacks


CAIRO – French director Isabelle Matic has announced her decision to revert to Islam on her FaceBook account, making the unexpected announcement only a few days after Charlie Hebdo Paris attacks.

“Today, I passed through the first pillar of Islam. There is no god but Allah and Muhammad is His Prophet,” Matic said in a message posted on her Facebook page on January 11.

She followed her announcement with a series of posts in which she thanked Moroccan actor Hicham Bahloul for announcing her decision on Moroccan papers.

“Between the massacre at the premises of Charlie Hebdo and other event that have followed: I became a Muslim,” Matic wrote.In another message, she described how she took the decision and its effect on her beliefs in freedom of expression.

“Am I still for freedom of expression for all and Charlie Hebdo in particular?! Yes,” Matic wrote yesterday.

“With regard to my position towards the caricatures of the Prophet, I will write you the text of the SMS that I received this morning from a mosque which agreed quite well with my thoughts since the beginning of the cartoons, well before I became a Muslim,” she added

“They are making fun of Muhammad and do not harm Muhammad. They are making fun of a character that they have imagined and to whom they have given a name. This man is not our Prophet,” she wrote.

The new Muslim referred to the early life of Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) when non-believers rejected his calls to Islam.

“The Makkans laughed at Muhammad (worthy of praise) in the appellant Modamam (worthy of name calling). The prophet peace be upon him was smiling. Yes, he was smiling! And he said: They are making fun of Modamam and not me,” Matic wrote.

“The wisdom is the answer to provocations. And this is what our beloved Prophet (peace and blessings of Allah be with him) has taught us.

“So when Charlie Hebdo will be published insha ‘ allah (God willing), do not pay attention. Do not respond to the provocation. And do not give them of importance,” she added.

In its Wednesday’s edition, Charlie Hebdo magazine features a cartoon of a man they claim to be the prophet of Islam on the cover.

The cover depicts Prophet Mohammed (pbuh) with a tear falling from his cheek, holding a sign that says, “Je suis Charlie” under the headline “All Is Forgiven.”

The edition is the first after two gunmen attacked the magazine’s headquarters in Paris, killing 10 journalists and two policemen. Two of the dead were Muslims, an editor and a police cop.

It culminates the magazine’s long history of offending millions of Muslims worldwide.

Russian Model Masha Alalykina Converts to Islam


She was never a religious person and even in a million years she would have never thought about converting to Islam “ It did not even cross my mind that I might perform the pilgrimage and drink the best water – the water of Zamzam” she says.

One day she got a phone call where they tell her, that her best friend in another city was in coma-no one really knew if she would survive or not! Being helpless and unable to do anything to help her friend, she thought to pray and ask God to help her friend.
The next day her friend calls her and says : “I saw you when I was unconscious and you helped me a lot.” She start crying and realized that she have never asked God for anything and when she prayed with all her heart and put the faith in it, the prayer was heard.
Continue reading “Russian Model Masha Alalykina Converts to Islam”

Swedish sister Freja’s Journey to Islam


Assalamu Alaykum

My name is Freja and I am new converted Muslim from Sweden, alhamdulillah..

But my family doesn’t know it because they are not into these things..

You see, in Sweden we see Islam from a whole diffrente perspective because here we are rasied so diffrente to.

So my family think it is like not”matching”our society that have niqab/ -hijab or don’t eat pig and my mother says that we can’t live after rules that was made for over 1000 years!

She have insulted me, get angry at me, maked me so sad and she wants me to stop with Islam and she says that I scare her. When I told her that I want to read arabic in secondary high school she was like “You enjoy to act this foolish?”and she told me that life is more than just a book, and that I should learn life.. And this is a problem because I am Muslim.

I know what is life but she never gives up until I leave Islam. I have found Islam very early, I have just turned 14 years old and people calls me craaazzyy and tells me to wait for the”right choice”.. But who said I didn’t?

I know Islam is the truth and Islam is my way of life and I put my trust in Allah. I am fighting for Allah and for my religion and I will never leave this choice because I feel it in my heart, I am not forced, I have the will and my mother should be happy for me, but she is just disapointed and I am like a shame for the whole family…

When I try to discuss with her about why I choosed Islam she is so stubborn, like she is not even listening because all she can say after my sentence is”Bullshit, Freja”. Astaghfirullah, I can’t do all the things a Muslim is supposed to do. I want wear hijab, I dont want eat pork, I want to feel peace, and I do even though people are against me and mean. I know I have so much to learn ofc, but I also know that this is what I want and noone can ever change that.

Please pray for me, and share my message, I ain’t weak anymore, Allah made me stronger and Alhamdulillah, so glad that he made me go this way to Islam.

“Please share in sha Allah”

This woman came looking for gas money and Allah gave her Islam.


This woman came looking for gas money and Allah gave her Islam.

Her car broke down and she walked into a Muslim restaurant. The owner said “I’ll pay for your petrol, just give me ten minutes of your time”, to which she agreed.

Immediately he began to talk to her about Islam and she responded by saying that she has been experiencing a very troubling time and was even contemplating suicide but couldn’t do so out of fear of God.

She then brought the owner to tears when she revealed that her ex-boyfriend recently had a dream that she was wearing a hijab, and she had since been interested in the religion. She then told him that she has also been looking for peace in her heart, and this must be a sign that God wanted to guide her. When she was asked if she wanted to accept Islam, she immediately began to cry uncontrollably and recited the testimony of faith.

The owner then showed her the local mosque next door and requested she come tomorrow to meet the Muslim community. The next morning she arrived dressed in the Islamic garment ready to proclaim her faith publicly.

She came for gas money and Allah gave her Islam. May Allah protect her and keep her steadfast.

If you want to assist this sister please contact Companion Dawah

Councillor from French far-right party Front National converts to Islam – and urges others to follow


Maxence Buttey says there are a lot of similarities between Islam and the Front National

A local councillor representing Marine Le Pen’s far-right party, the Front National, has announced he has converted to Islam – and has urged fellow party members to do the same.

Maxence Buttey, 22, has been suspended from a regional Front National committee after he went public with his decision and sent out a “proselytising video” to the party in which he praised the “visionary virtues of the Koran and urged them to convert, the Telegraph reported.

Mr Buttey, who is a councillor in the eastern Paris suburb, Noisy-le-grand, said the Front National and Islam had a lot in common.

He told French newspaper, Le Parisien: “Like Islam, the FN defends the weakest. The party denounces exorbitant interest rates charged on the debt of our country, and Islam is against the practice of usury.” Continue reading “Councillor from French far-right party Front National converts to Islam – and urges others to follow”