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.

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.”

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.

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.

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.




In The Name of Allah, The Most Beneficent, Most Merciful

My Revert Story: There’s No Place Like Home

By Ruqayyah Dawood

Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high

There’s a land that I heard of once in a lullaby

Somewhere over the rainbow, Skies are blue

And the dreams that you dare to dream, really do come true

As a child, ‘Somewhere over the Rainbow’ was my favourite song, largely due to me being a big fan of the movie ‘The Wizard of Oz,’ part because my mum dressed me as ‘Dorothy’ from the same film for fancy dress competitions, but mostly because I longed to be happy in a place up high, where dreams really do come true.

At sixteen I was seemingly like any other teenage girl. I had posters on the walls of pop groups and rap artists and I would fret over my appearance and whether my hair looked good like the majority of girls my age. I attended all the local parties and worried about the same things that the other girls stressed over. When I accepted Islam at this tender age it seemed overnight, as if faith entered my heart with a whoosh– so much so if anyone asked how I reverted, for a while I would explain I had read a book on the Articles of Faith and “that was that.” But as I learned more about Islam, as I matured and now as I observe the disbelievers and the fast spreading concept of atheism in the West today, I realise my story and journey to Islam began in childhood- with a thirst for truth and a natural disposition, or ‘Fitrah’[1] to the monotheistic belief in One Supreme Creator .

My first introduction to Islam was a school trip to our local Mosque. I was only five or six but I remember it like it was yesterday, treading the soft green carpet and joining the other pupils in viewing an open Qur’an within a glass display case. I stayed to admire the wonderful Arabic script much longer than the other children, resulting in the teacher calling out, “Amanda, do hurry along!” I can clearly recall thinking at the time, ‘these are the Words of God.’

At nine during Religious Education classes I would enjoy drawing pictures of Bethlehem, Nazareth and Jerusalem, hoping one day I would visit this land of previous Prophetswith its light golden sands, white washed buildings, date-palms and shining sun. Whenever our teacher asked for a volunteer to fetch something from the store cupboard, I’d raise my hand up so high, almost dislocating my own shoulder to be chosen. Once inside this tiny closet I would bypass the Hindu figurine of the blue, four armed Vishnu and the elephant idol of Ganesh and take the model of Jesus on the cross lovingly in the palms of my hand, wondering why he was made to suffer for me. It seemed so unfair, so sad. Tracing one of Jesus’ punctured hands with my finger, then along his arm and shoulder, up to the garland of thorns on his head, I wondered how it could be so that God would die? Even then I saw Jesus as completely human, the ‘red blood’ that trickled down his cheeks troubling me as I kissed his face before placing the figure back on the shelf. In Secondary School I would debate with our Science tutor when he tried to argue the case for Evolution that we were from Adam and not apes. When he scolded me I whispered to my classmate sat beside me that, “maybe he is descended from apes, but I certainly am not!”

God was always part of my life and there was never a time I doubted His existence or considered Atheism, alhamdulillah; all Praise to God. From as early as I remember I would ask of Him when I was in need. How true it is that we are born with the natural disposition of belief, but it is our parents who make us Christians, Jews, Magian and so on. [2] For myself my parents had made me Mormon. My father was born into a Mormon family; my mother reverted upon marrying him and became more devoted to the ‘Latter Day Saints,’ than even he was. Every week I attended the Sunday classes where aunty ‘Pip,’ my father’s older sister, taught the children of the Church. I quote from her Personal Journal that she left behind when she passed away. She refers to me as ‘Mandy’:

“It’s wonderful to have Mandy with me at Sunday School and Sacrament meetings. I love that little girl. She is adorable, full of fun and joy. And so good although she doesn’t like to sit still and quiet in the Chapel- but that’s natural in a two year old  and she does mostly.”

It seemed to me that my aunty was frequently sad. She was a talented dancer in her youth and due to be married to the man of her dreams when she became crippled from a hereditary condition, and all her plans came to an end- her dashing fiancé loving her no more. My aunt’s Journal also documents the huge pressure placed on her by the Mormon Church. They told her she had the Spirit of Elijah[3] in her and throughout her writing my aunty Pip speaks of the Bishop ‘prophesising’ a ‘special blessing,’ where she will be cured in front of thousands. But in order to receive this she had to work, despite her fatigue and pain, teaching the fee-paying children of the Church. Pip speaks of apprehension and fear of failure- waking in the night feeling ‘the spirit’ pressing down on her chest. My aunt died aged fifty-two having never received that so called ‘special blessing.’

‘The spirit’ or Holy Ghost[4] was spoken about regularly in my childhood, but whilst most my relatives and the Church spoke of this Celestial being and summoned it within themselves, seeing it as a positive force, my father had a very different view. He often fought with his sister, Pip, when I was young over beliefs and issues within the Church. My father used to speak of ‘the Spirits’ to me and how it is important to never call on them. He had seen spirit like figures when working in the coal mines and liked to relate a story where following his step father’s death his mother, my nan, asked to see her late husband’s spirit. To her horror she witnessed her bedroom door open at which she prayed frantically not to see him, realising her mistake. My father’s opinion was these spirits, with exception of the Holy Ghost were souls of the dead, and I believed the same having no reason to doubt my father’s explanation. As a youngster and despite his warnings I would lay awake in bed daring a spirit to appear, then feel a horrible thickness in the room and beg God to take it away. Thoughts would come;’ You want to see a spirit, you know you do,’ and I would plead, “No! No dear God I don’t want to see one, please I don’t!” I had a bible under my pillow which I kept for blessings and would hold it in fear.

 I was baptised at eight years old and it was a terrifying experience that I still remember until today. I was made to wear a white gown and whilst ‘The Holy Ghost’ was mentioned in front of a room of beaming spectators, I was tipped back without warning, dunked inside a chlorine riddled pool. I came back up in shock, too embarrassed to give away my fright in my facial expressions. Afterwards older children of the Church told me the same ‘Spirit’ was now in another room in the Chapel playing the piano! They tried to make me look, but fearing it was a trick or I might indeed see this ‘Spirit’ I ran back to my mother’s side.

I don’t remember my father being at my Baptism and despite Mormonism being his family’s religion he spoke against ‘The Latter Day Saints’ and other religions frequently. His main contention with the Mormon Church was the compulsory tax or ‘tithing’ [5] an amount of 10% from one’s income to be given to the Church, no matter your social circumstance. My father had the same hereditary condition which his sister suffered from, and on Sunday afternoons after I made him a cup of tea or glass of orange squash, he loved for me, his ‘Precious Mandy,’ to sit in front of him whilst he brushed my hair. At theses times he would speak about various philosophical topics including the fallacies of Mormonism and Catholicism. With the Catholic faith it was the confession to a priest he disagreed with and the fines imposed according to the severity of the sin. He would tell me to confess only to God and that God forgives us if we ask. When I was twelve my father officially signed us out of the Mormon Church.

My parents were religious, but when they fought they often resorted to swearing, ‘this and that’ on the Bible. Even as a child I found this hugely disrespectful to God and although they did their best for me, much of what they believed and practised I rejected. For example, they were hugely superstitious. Seeing one magpie would ruin my mum’s whole week, as one was supposedly for sorrow, two for joy. And if a mirror broke we were to expect a further seven years of grief! I however walked under ladders and put my new shoes on the table, when my parents were not around. I could see no connection between placing shoes on the table or gazing at the moon, with bad things happening the next day.  Looking back I probably felt empowered when doing these rebellious actions, in a cruel world where over most other things I had no control. I was bullied mercilessly in school and Dance Academy.  I was the kind of child that wanted to be everyone’s friend and would give away my things to anyone who asked, which led to me being used and abused. I was liked by the teachers because of my talents in writing, maths, art and pretty much everything I set my mind to. Being good in dance, drama and sports also, I was loathed by other pupils for being ‘Teacher’s Pet.’ some girls took their jealousy and dislike of me to levels of cruelty common in girls at school age.

In Primary School, “Mandy pandy, pudding and pie. Kissed the boys and made them cry,” was sung to me almost daily. Both boys and girls teased me that I had a ‘Cripple dad,’ and the one and only time my disabled father collected me from Primary School, pupils taunted him and spun him around in his wheelchair, pushing him down a hill. My dear father felt useless and humiliated and I suspect he cried at night. He had University Degrees and a Genius I.Q., being offered positions as a University Professor, but the demeaning experience had him remain at home designing computer games, reading and writing.

In Secondary School the bullying progressed to the physical kind, having my head flushed in the toilet, hair set on fire, spiders being placed on my neck, and the worst I remember was a used female sanitary product being left on my school table.

I would go home and cry, frustrated and angry. Alhamdulillah I never self-harmed but rather imagined putting my karate and boxing training to use and beating the bullies silly so they would never cross me again. A blue belt in karate, my mum taught me how to fight when she wasn’t teaching me how to dance. She would then take me to where the bullies played in the evenings and make me get out the car and fight them. After one look at their terrified faces I would refuse to hit them, picturing blood running down their cheeks, get back in the car and beg my mum to, “please take me home.”

I cried most nights, gripping my small hardback bible asking, “Jesus please come to me. Lord Jesus I need a hug. I need you.” I would close my eyes and have faith when I opened them he would be there, but of course he never was.

I believed in God and although we were taught the Trinity in Church, I would look at my illustrated ‘Children’s Book of Mormon’ and ask myself why ‘Lord’ Jesus was being tempted by Satan if he were God? We were taught the concept of good versus evil, but this rivalry didn’t make sense to me either- ‘Why would God create an equal to him that is evil?’ I thought.’ Why doesn’t Jesus just push Satan off of the mountain instead of allowing him to taunt him with temptations?’ I concluded that God and Jesus must be two separate entities and mulled over issues like these. Disbelieving in a Supreme Creator never, by the Grace and Generosity of Allah, entered my mind. With all the negativity surround the Mormon Church and their passing around of envelopes for the weekly tithing being refuted constantly by my father, I developed the view that wealth and money were the roots of all evil. My parents fought constantly over cash and I once found myself waking up in hospital after being beaten for my lunch money. Added to this was the whole ethos at the Dance School I attended; the wealthy families saw their daughters being put forward for every competition, whilst those talented like myself were held back due to jealousy and our mothers not donating enough to the school.

So Christmas day from around the age of ten, out of guilt over the materialistic nature of the festivities and the scores of wonderful gifts my mum brought me, I would find a quiet corner and meditate in silence for five minutes, about the ‘true’ meaning of Christmas. What I wanted to find at the end of that rainbow following rain, was not a pot of gold or worldly treasures, but happiness and peace. Every Christmas I forced my mother from the kitchen and have her and my father watch me sing, ‘Away in a Manger,’ with a blue bed sheet wrapped around my head, emulating Virgin Mary. I’d hold a doll in my arms which represented Jesus; my younger sister would star as a reluctant Joseph! There was a graveyard behind the Hall my Dance School used, and when seeing a headstone with the name ‘Mary’ engraved on it, I would excitedly call my fellow dancing pupils to be a witness that I had found Virgin Mary’s grave!

As well as dancing, acting and competing in athletics competitions, I sang my heart out in our new ‘Church of England’ with, ‘All Things Bright and Beautiful,’ being my favourite hymn. I was also an avid reader and would read even the English dictionary for fun.  My father gave me book after book to read- Charles Dickens, Encyclopaedias and Science Fiction novels. I hated Science Fiction as the stories seemed so far-fetched. I would rather indulge in reading my bible, looking for a clue to why Jesus wasn’t responding to my calls for the bullying to stop, and what I had to do to attain God’s Favour. But within those pages I found verses speaking of Prophets Lot and Noah doing unspeakable things. I couldn’t understand why I was being encouraged to look for answers in this Book, yet the X-rated books on my father’s top shelf were forbidden for me to even touch. ‘Had my parents even read the bible?’ I wondered, feeling guilt and shame that maybe they didn’t know the sexual nature of the verses I was reading at night.

Aged fifteen I was on a quest, no longer did I head straight for the fiction novels in the Town Library on a Saturday afternoon. Old enough to go alone without my parents seeing what I was reading, I took piles of books from the ‘Religion and Beliefs’ section of the library on Christianity, Sikhism, Hinduism, Buddhism and Black Magic to a table to explore. One night after having a scary experience with a Ouija Board [6] and a glass beaker whilst alone in my room, I promised God not to dabble with the spirits again. My friends introduced me to another craze of telling our future using playing cards, black being a ‘yes,’ answer, red being’ a ‘no.’ I soon saw the ridiculousness in this when I asked the same questions again and again, getting different answers every time. I gave up on my search for truth for a good while. I’d prefer to express  myself through dance and performing, dreaming of stardom as the next ‘Janet Jackson’ where my name would be called out in appreciation and illuminated in lights above Theatres and Concert Halls.

Despite me appearing like any other teenage girl, wearing all the latest fashions and attending youth clubs and ‘discos’ like everyone else, I was determined to marry the old-fashioned way, be the first pop star who wore no make-up and never let money be my goal. Once I left school and began college I decided I was tired of my clothes never being ‘cool enough,’ hair style not being ‘hip enough’ and trainers not being ‘expensive enough.’  I started to dress differently to girls I had gone to school with, in baggier clothes and I’d listen to different kinds of music which focused more on addressing humanitarian  issues and worthy causes. The repeated swears in the raps I listened to didn’t sit well with me though. A lot of the time I felt ‘unclean’ and tainted by the harsh world and revived my prayers, requesting God to bring me that comfort and peace I asked for as a child.

In College I was studying Psychology, Biology and Law. I wanted to be a Criminal Psychologist and figure out why the inhabitants of the world were so vicious, unjust and unruly. I chose to remain in the company of Asians whose families originated from the Indian subcontinent, as they were more accepting and generally kinder than my white friends in school. This is when I began to hear of the terms ‘halal’ and ‘haram’ from my Muslim friends, but more frequent were discussions on  Bollywood and the Indie-Pop and Indian RnB/Hip Hop music scene. To me it appeared that Sikh, Hindus and Muslims were the same. They listened to the same music, ate the same food and all had strict parents though they called God by different names. The first time I heard the Islamic name for the Creator, ‘Allah’ was whilst listening to an Indian music channel. I heard a news report that shoes were being sold in a shop in Leicester with the name of ‘Allah’ printed on them, causing outrage amongst the Muslims. It stirred in me memories of the Qur’an I saw during the Primary School field trip to the mosque. It also reminded me of my own bible that lay under my pillow. I had too many unanswered question regarding contradictory passages in my bible, but when a fellow college student suggested I read the Qur’an and consider becoming Muslim I laughed at the invitation.  “My Parents will kill me!” I reckoned! To me, being a Muslim was more to do with eating Indian delicacies and mastering Bhangra moves, than adopting any logical belief system. There was no way my parents would approve of me smelling of curry or growing my hair to my feet, I thought!

A few weeks later I had a succession of some really bad days. My parents were divorcing and my Type 1 Diabetes which I’d been diagnosed with at twelve was making me grouchy due to neglect.  I had returned to college after a suspension due to me punching an Asian girl who had told me to ‘paint my face brown.’ I had sworn  to myself I wouldn’t be bullied once I stepped foot in college, and although my parents were proud of me standing up for myself, I regretted my disproportionate reaction. I couldn’t concentrate in class so I took myself to the college library and carried a pile of books to an empty table, reviving my childhood passion for studying other faiths and beliefs. I scanned trough books touching on the various Christian denominations, Greek Mythology, Buddhism and Hinduism, Paganism and the Spirit world. I found only fantasy, mythology and some nice stories therein- nothing to transform my world. For some reason, the one book I had picked up on the topic of Islam I left till last, and packed it away in my rucksack where it would remain for weeks. When I mentioned to a Muslim girl that I had forgotten to return the book to the library, she handed me a newspaper article and insisted I should read it too. I politely took the clipping, folded it in half and placed it inside the book on the ‘Articles of Islamic Faith.’

That evening I sat in my bedroom and removed the book on Islam, opening it to page one:

Say: He is Allah, the One and Only;

Allah, the Eternal, Absolute;

He begetteth not, nor is He begotten;

And there is none like unto Him [7]

It was the hundred and twelfth chapter of the Qur’an, the Qur’an being described in this book as, ‘The Final Revelation from God.’

Something was aroused within me and I felt a rush of energy and fascination as a shiver ran up my spine. As I delved into this book further I felt I’d uncovered the answers to the big questions I had about God and Faith: Jesus was not God or His son, but rather a Great Prophet and obedient servant of the One True Creator, Allah, I read; this is why Jesus (pbuh) never responded to my prayers or me calling out to him! He was human and tested by God like us all, but was special and so sent as an example to Mankind during his times. I read of my beloved Adam, Abraham and Moses (pbut) being part of Islam and sent also as Messengers and good examples for men. On reading that they too belonged to the Islamic belief system, my respect and love for the religion of Islam resonated immediately. Now I just had to find out about this marvelous ‘Muhammad’ (pbuh) who I knew nothing of!  Satan along with the ‘Jinn’ were another creation of Allah and were obviously the ‘spirits’ I had been hearing of as a child. After the leader of the Jinn, ‘Iblis,’ was instructed to make prostration to Adam (pbuh), he, out of pride and arrogance disobeyed Allah and swore to take most of Adam’s children with him to the hellfire. Allah has a Plan and He is the only One in control of the Heavens and the earth and not sharing power with Jesus or Satan.

I continued to read about the four divine books Allah sent to Mankind and understood that my bible indeed contained good, but the parts I read that troubled me were an adulteration. The paragraph in this book which stated Fate, good and bad was from Allah alone, and having nothing to do with superstitions or band omens I agreed with completely. At this point my heartache and stumbling through life made perfect sense- It was necessary to live through what I had in order to become who I was at this age of sixteen, and make this decision.  Tears streaming down my face I uttered the words,

I bear witness that no one deserves to be worshiped except Allah and I bear witness that Muhammad is the Messenger of Allah.”

Feeling emotional and divinely blessed, I opened the newspaper article assuming that it most probably deserved to be read and not used merely as a bookmark. It was a piece written by a white revert explaining how she had accepted Islam after reading the Qur’an and she also spoke of being honoured through her new religion and had found true salvation from her Lord. The photograph next to her inspiring words showed her wearing a head covering just like Virgin Mary wore it as was depicted in my ‘Children’s Book of Mormon.’ In the next moments I was wrapping myself in a sheet and staring at myself in the mirror in tears of joy. This is who I wanted to be: An existence where anything good I achieve is for my Creator and appreciated by Him; these deeds are saved for the Hereafter when we will be returned to our Lord. I looked forward to a future where my name is not in lights on the buildings of this world, but rather mentioned at the Throne of The Magnificent to the Angels of Allah.

Seven months later my father joined me in accepting Islam also.

We found truth, happiness and peace, but not at the end of a rainbow. It lay deep within ourselves, and our embracing Islam was written by The Divine Pen in the Seventh Heaven before time even began: Accepting Islam was as if we had come home.

Note: My dear father passed away in his sleep seven months later whilst fasting, on a Jumu’ah in Ramadhan. May AllahSWT accept all the good things he taught me as a child, rest his soul and admit him into Jannatul Firdaus. Ameen.



 [2] The Prophet Muhammad (pbuh)  said, “No child is born except on his true nature (Islam) and that his parents may choose to give him/her a different religion other than submission to One God. “[Sahih Bukhari, Sahih Muslim]

[3] Ilayas in Arabic.

[4] In Mormonism the Spirit/Holy Ghost is a member of the Godhead, along with God the Father and His Son, Jesus Christ.

[5] Mormon Tithing- 10% tax on all income and interest.

[6] A Ouija Board, also known as a ‘Talking Board,’ is used by Occultists to contact and communicate with spirits.

[7] Suratul-Ikhlas (The Sincerity) Al-Qur’an, Verse 112.


Paris Hilton Converts to Islam

paris-hilton-converts-to-islam1JEDDAH, Saudi Arabia – Former American socialite, Paris Hilton has converted to Islam, her spokesman, Ian Brinkham, has revealed to CBS news.

The American socialite’s personal spokesman Ian Brinkham, announced on CBS News that “She has been toying with the idea for quite a while now and when she was imprisoned at Century Regional Detention Facility in 2007, she encountered a few people who had already converted”. Continue reading “Paris Hilton Converts to Islam”

Professor Joel Hayward’s Journey to Islam

Kings College Lecturers visit WOTS Course ACSI am a mild, peaceable and politically tolerant Muslim scholar who chose to embrace the faith of Islam because of its powerful spiritual truths, its emphasis on peace and justice, its racial and ethnic inclusiveness and its charitable spirit towards the poor and needy.

From the very day on which I excitedly spoke my Shahadah in a British mosque in parrot-fashioned Arabic — interestingly, as the only Caucasian amongst hundreds of happy and congratulatory Asians — I have been recording my spiritual journey not only in various articles for magazines and newspapers, but also in poems that I use, most days, as my primary means of examining, making sense of and expressing my thoughts, feelings and experiences. This essay is a short prose description of my journey.

My voyage into Islam commenced on that worst of days: 11 September 2001. I was already a well-established scholar and university academic (an associate professor) when 9/11 occurred and I could immediately see through the mistaken claim by several governments and the media that “the world had changed” because of a dangerous new phenomenon which was supposedly widespread within Islam: militant radicalization. Unlike many people who seemed unable to find alternative explanations, I knew from my own extensive travels in Islamic lands and from research and reading that violent extremism exists, but only as a tiny fringe element, within all religions and that the great faith of Islam is no more violent than the faith I had practiced for decades. Indeed, I knew that Osama bin Laden was no more representative of Islam than Oklahoma City bomber Timothy McVeigh was of Christianity.

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Why Leila Raffin became a Muslimah ?

by Leila Raffin

I don’t know really how to begin. My native language is French and I am not used to write in English but I think it is the best way to make my story accessible for everyone. So I will ask you to be indulgent with me and if you find mistakes (everybody makes mistakes), please send me an email to notify me. My e-mail address is and my website URL is

Where I come from

I was born in France in the suburb of Paris, we can say in a little “bourgeois” environment. I have been educated by my grand-parents. Thanks to God, they gave me everything I needed to succeed in my life. Until 17, I had a “normal” (what means normal ?) life, shared between my studies and horse riding. Horse riding was for me a real passion, I think I have learned more about life near horses than near humans (sad to say that). My grand-parents gave me a good education and thought that the best for me was to send me study in a religious school, in catholic high school. They were not very religious, I mean they did not go every sunday to church, but it was more by tradition. My mother and my uncle have been to catholic school, so I “have” to go there … They did not impose it to me, I agreed. It was not difficult, I was born catholic, I was in a catholic culture. As many people, I did not ask myself many questions about my religion. Most of people adopt religion from their culture, they are christian because they are born in a christian culture, they are jewish because they are born in a jewish culture, they are muslim because they are born in a muslim culture. Few people ask themself why they are christian, jewish or muslim. If they do, they rarely search very far and return quickly back to their culture/religion because it is easier to keep traditions and to be like people around you than to accept changes and this in every fields (religion, science, education, …).
At 18, my grand-father died, his was near 68 years old. This occurs suddenly and it was very difficult to accept his death because I considered him like my father, he brought me up. My grand-father believed in God but he never went to church. The pret of the church of the neighbourhood did not know him at all. During the ceremony for his death at church, I could not accept all the hypocrisy around it, it was too much for me. Then I began to reject my religion, and with time all form of religion and I doubted about the existence of God. I respected the religion of the others but I did not want one for me. I thought at this time that if people needed a religion, it was by lack of confiance in themselves. I thought that believe in itself was sufficient and there was no need of religion. I thought that religion was a way to avoid fear that the death generates. I thought many things I can find now in lost people, without religion. There were some questions for me without answer: Why are we on earth ? Is there something after death ? What are we in the universe ? We are so small and insignifiant in the cosmos … Who, without religion, has an answer to these questions ?

What makes me search

At the age of 22, I choose to go to Canada for my studies. I went to Montreal for one year where I met many people. It was the first time, I went to live in a foreign country. This made me realize how Frenchs are nationalist, proud of their country and their culture and how they are intolerant. I think that Frenchs should see what exists in other countries, be more tolerant and more open-mind and appreciate what they have in their country instead of critize everything. It was a remark not really related to religion but I have many reasons for that disgression. As I am french, people think I am not open-mind, that I have a lot of “prejuges” and especially about Islam (as most of non-muslims). I always try to keep away the “prejuges” I can have. Everyone has “prejuges”, even if he does not want to, they can come from our culture or from medias. It is difficult to keep them away but we have to do it to stay objective in our jugements. I think there is not enough people who do that (keep its “prejuges” away). I would like to develop that point but it is not the subject here, although it is a very interesting subject. If I had not adopted this way of thinking, I would never try to know Islam because Islam has a very bad image in non-muslim countries such as France. Medias and specially television give that image by showing massacres in Algeria, fights in Afghanistan or by relating attentats revendicated by islamists. When non-muslim people read or hear the word “islamist”, they think “islamist-islam, it is the same”, they associate violence to Islam. We can reproch them their lack of curiosity and their lack of will to know the truth but nothing more. We have to reproch that image to medias and to people who revandicate Islam by using the violence, by killing women, children and innocent people. This is not acceptable.

What or who makes me interest in Islam? Unfortunately not the Muslims I met before my conversion but rather those that gives a bad image of Islam, I mean the media. In Montreal, most of my friends were arabs (or had Arabic origins) and were christian. Together, we used to go to cinema, restaurant and sometimes dancing. All things far from God and far from the true Islam. Among my friends, there was a tunisian, not more religious than the others but he was Muslim. Although his behavior was not the best one in regards to Islam, he talked me about Islam, God and the Prophet – Peace be upon Him -. Even if he was not a “good Muslim”, he was convinced in the existence of God and His Prophet. He told me about Islam, not much but enough to make me search by myself. As I came from a non-Muslim country and I never had the opportunity to meet a lot of Muslims, the only image I had from Islam was from the media (TV, radio, and press). When I began to search about Islam, I first searched for the status of women in Islam, because it was the point the most criticized by the media and also because I felt more concerned by this question as a woman. I wanted to know if the image given by medias on women in Islam was true or not. This image is a negative one, where women are submit to men, with no rights, forced to put a veil on their head, and so on. Instead of asking to someone and taking the risk of being influence by a person, I prefered to read and make my own opinion. It is true that by reading, I can be influenced by the author but not in the same way as a discussion can do. By reading, you have all the time needed to think, you can take your time. A great part of my sources was found on Internet and thanks to God, it was always true sources. At the beginning, I just want to know about the status of women in Islam. So I began to read all I can find about women in Islam. When I learnt that the most part of people who enter in Islam were women, I wanted to know why, why people enter in Islam, why so many women in spite of the negative image given by medias. Then, instead of searching only for the status of women in Islam, I searched for the status of women in the three monotheist religions (Judaism, Christianity and Islam). I was not interested in the way the religions were practiced nowadays; I was more interested in the sources of the three religions. I read some interesting articles that make the comparison between the three religions. Through one of these articles, I learnt more about my own religion that was officially Christianity at this time. And I finally found that Islam gives more rights, more liberties to women than Christianity or Judaism does. Islam gives to women some rights that French women have acquired only during the last past fifty years (I talk about French women because I’m French but this can be probably extended to most of European women). For most of Europeans, this can appear strange, incompatible with the image that Islam can have. But from this moment, I did not care anymore about what the others could think, I was attracted more and more about Islam, I could not resist. I kept searching more and more about Islam because there were some points that I did not understand, some points I found injust like inheritance for instance. So I kept searching, and I found the explanations by taking Islam in his whole. To understand Islam, you must take it all, not only some parts or just parts you like, because Islam is an entire system where I found everything logical. I searched something that was not logical in Islam but I found nothing. In Islam, everything has a logical explanation, not like Christianity where you are asked to believe without asking too many questions. I never looked at Muslims and their behavior, I always looked at the sources of Islam through readings, alone without the influence of anybody. All these researches have been done in a short space of time, only three weeks. Islam was for me like a magnet and it became an obsession. I thought about it all the day and the night. I felt that the only way for me to remove this sensation was to enter in Islam. I spent some nights without sleeping, thinking about Islam, about the consequences of a conversion. I thought about all the difficulties I might encounter, especially in the French society. But it did not matter for me anymore, the most important was Islam and I finally decided to convert to Islam.

What islam changes in my life

When I converted to Islam, I was still in Canada for my studies. I did not meet any difficulty in Canada because people don’t mind there (as in US). The difficulties came when I went back to France. There, I had to face my family, a non-Muslim environment with little tolerance for Muslims and everything related to Arabs. Although I lived in Paris, I did not have many Muslim friends. Without my hair covered, I faced many difficulties in France because people could not imagine one moment that I was Muslim. For instance, in France, when a man meets a woman he knows, he does not shake her hands but he kisses her (on cheeks). So when I had to say hello to a man, he felt insulted by my refusal to kiss him, I seemed to him strange. This is a detail that hides much than it can appear. I was not recognized as muslima by non-muslims, neither by muslims. However, I did not meet many problems with my family because I was already independent from them. They knew that they could not influence me or put pressure on me. The only solution they had was to respect my choice even if they did not agree, except for my grand mother which is really open-minded and understood my choice. I know I have been lucky for that (al hamdoullilah) because I recently met French women that have many difficulties with their family.
What Islam changes in my life? The answer is simple: everything, from the food to the clothes and my relations with the others. I pray my five daily prayers, I fast during Ramadan, I give the Zakat. In 1998, I decided to leave France for differents reasons. I didn’t feel comfortable and free to practice my religion there. The French Law does not prevent from practising Islam because France is a laic country but french people does (through their behavior, their remarks, …). One time I went to the mosquee with my hair covered as a muslima should do. In the subway, a man changed of place twice in order to be sitten the farest as possible from me. He did it showing me that I was disturbing him. This marked me deeply. A muslima has to face many such reactions. How people can be so intolerant in a country often called “country of Human Rights” ? Where is the liberty ? To be “integrated”, you must look like others. I feel sad about this because France is my country and I don’t want to reny my origins. As I really want to practice Islam, it was difficult, even impossible for me to work in France. I will never find a job as engineer wearing visible signs of Islam (covered hair).

Now I’m living in Morocco where I’m working. I’m pleased to live there because I feel free to practice my religion, I can work and wear long clothes and cover my hair (dressing commonly called hijab). I love hearing the prayer call five times per day. You can respect prayer times. To be in a muslim country during Ramadan is unique.

In June 1999, I went to France for one week and I tried to visit my family. The reaction of some members was radical. When my father learnt I wear hijab (long and large clothes and covered hair), he rejected me immediatly. He refused to meet me, he even called to insult me. Since that time, I have never heard about him. My mother was distant with me. As far as I do not show signs of Islam, they respect my choice … Today, I keep good relations only with my brothers (youngest than me) and my grand mother. I do not reject the other family members but I can not force them to accept me as I am.

I’m not yet married but I’d like to. Previously, I write in this page “soon incha Allah” about marriage. Things have change (everything change 😉 ) because I have to face difficulties such as racism.

Why Did This Denver Family Choose Islam? .

denver-family convertTim moved from the UK to the US ten years ago,

and worked as a Human Resources Manager for a large company.

His wife, Paige, worked for a large bookstore chain in the US,

and together with her daughter Kayla are very comfortable to wear hijab when going out from their home in Denver.

The following is a brief summary of their stories finding Islam.

Husband: Tim

My name is Tim, and I converted to Islam 18 months ago.

It wasn’t until I finished college and left home and starting out by myself that those nagging thoughts came to my mind, that have always been inside me, a deep-rooted belief that there is a God who looks after us and created us all and created the world and universe that we live in. At that time I needed to try and understand and explain the concept of God more closely to myself.Growing up, I went to a school that was actually part of the . In high school, we had at least 2 hours of religious education built in the curriculum each week.

When I first met my wife, we both had very heavy spiritual influences, not necessarily a part of any organized or structured religion. But we had feelings and we understood that there was certainly a lot more to life than just being here and now. I think we both had a belief in the afterlife or spiritual life, but neither of us really explored that too deeply at that time.

my wife phoned up the mosque and made an appointment to go on a Friday around lunch time

It was a couple of years later before Paige started having interest in Islam, and then me following that interest really to see what it is, what is she getting into here. This led us to visit a mosque here in Denver, Abu Bakr mosque. This was a very interesting experience because my wife phoned up the mosque and made an appointment to go on a Friday around lunch time. I was very surprised to see that there was a police car there with its lights lit up guiding the traffic because there was a lot of traffic.

We went between the two sets of prayers that occur. We have roughly 500 people that are attending each of the two Jumua (Friday) prayers and khutbah (sermon) that take place each Friday. There was a cultural shock to me there. We had a lot of different nationalities walking around the place in their own costumes and national dresses and things like that. There were very few Americans walking around in jeans and T-shirts, and it was just a bit of a step back for me. It was like I walked out of America and entered into somewhere in the Middle East.

We were very fortunate to meet with a person who at that time was the president of the mosque, a sheikh by the name Muhammad Norzai, and he was the one who gave us a quick tour and explained some things about Islam, and then guided us to a place where we could observe a khutbah taking place. For me, that was certainly getting my first experience about what prayer and worship is for Muslims.

I always believed that there was a person called Jesus and that he was a great prophet and a messenger that came down from God. The problem I had trouble with is that Jesus was a man. He was born of a woman in a miraculous way but he was still a man. He was not a God. And why should we as men be worshiping another man? Surely we should be worshiping God. And the concept that there is just one God and that you should only worship that God alone and not worship idols or other people, and that forgiveness can only come directly from your relationship to God, really what started clinching it for me.

Wife: Paige

My name is Paige and I converted to Islam 2 years ago.

I was raised by my father who was an atheist and he raised my sister and I as atheists, and I didn’t believe in any God at all. Growing up, I thought that people who were religious were silly. I thought that religion was something that governments used to keep their population in line because if you have something better to look forward to in the after death, you will be more obedient during life.

Sometimes when I was at high school I started going with a friend to her church occasionally as a guest, and I was really moved by the faith that people seemed to have, but I still couldn’t get my head around the inconsistencies of Christianity that there are a lot of leaps of faith that I was just not willing to make.

I’ve always been interested in philosophy, people in general, religion, and religious history, and I happened to be watching a documentary about the three Abrahamic faiths; Christianity, Judaism and Islam. And for the first time I really listened to something about Islam. I found it fascinating that Islam comes from Christianity which of course comes from Judaism. And the messages are essentially the same messages. And I thought that it’s like God tried to give us this message and human beings kept messing it up.

Christianity has leaps of faith but Islam doesn’t. It’s all very rational religion, everything makes sense.

After 9/11, I was working in a bookstore here in the United States called Barnes & Nobel and everything we had in the store that had Islam, Quran, Muslim, Middle East in the title just sold up the next day; 9/12. I just thought this was fascinating, and I didn’t know anything about it.

So I started kind of reading. I bought a book called “Islam for Dummies”, really good. There were just some really beautiful things about Islam and I found myself more and more drawn to it especially its rationality. Like I said, Christianity has leaps of faith but Islam doesn’t. It’s all very rational religion, everything makes sense.

In fact the first time I went to the mosque, I thought of having this feeling that I was going inspite of Muslims. It was nothing to do with these crazy people you see on the TV blowing things up, you know, and I was terrified to go into the mosque. But I felt like to find my religion and I had to put up with these people who go to the mosque. That was before I met my first Muslim.

When Tim decided to become a Muslim, I was absolutely tickled because I had been a Muslim at that point for a few months. I wasn’t quite sure like what my plan of action was going to be. As a Muslim woman I can’t be married to a non-Muslim man, but leaving my husband was not really an option. I think like I sort of knew that he wasn’t going to be too far behind me when I said my shahadah. And I was right, within six months he said the sahadah as well.

Daughter: Kayla

My name is Kayla Botello. I was born in the United States of America. I was raised here my whole life and I converted to Islam over a year ago. We didn’t grow in a religious household. We didn’t grow up believing in God necessarily, but knowing that there is a greater being. So there wasn’t really any certain religion that we followed. We just made sure that we were well-rounded and knowledgeable.

I believed in God. I’ve always had a kind of positive attitude on life. So for me I was kind of looking around. There was so much beauty in the world, how could there not be a God? But as far as any kind of religion, I didn’t have a religion.

Converting to Islam was like a series of events, you know, it wasn’t one defining moment. I think what really got me about Islam was because I started to attend classes after my mother had converted, so I just started attending classes just for my mom to be respectful and to understand her and a lot of things that caught me was the science in Islam. They talked about the Big Bang and they talked about things like where the salt water meets the fresh water, that was only discovered in the 1970s. Things like that just make you think how did they know that 1400 years ago? And for me I believed in God but I also believed in science.

Daughter’s Husband: Yassir

My name is Yassir. I’m an American-born Muslim and I’m Kayla’s husband. My father came to this country about 1980. He was doing aviation school, lived a single life for a while until he met my American mother with whom he be friended and had very good connection with. When they came to religious talks and they had this intellectual spark immediately. They got married and they gave their five children the opportunity to live the American life and the Syrian life.

We have been going to Islamic schools since we were very young. So we had that kind of education and we have always been very close to our American neighbors, friends like that. There has always been that kind of relationship, never any tension, and we really had a lot of good friends who actually came to our house and learn about the Islamic and Arabic culture.

When Kayla converted to Islam, I believe it was something that was destined to happen whether or not I came into her life. She had many qualities in her that reflected so many good attributes that were already in Islam, and it was something that she just needed to find and apply in her life. There were so many things about modesty and just being a good child to your mother and father and being obedient and just having that consistent respect to your fellow men and fellow women. I mean there were some things that she had but she just needed something to define it on a bigger scale … which was Islam.

American Horse-Rider’s Journey to Islam


My name is Jenifer. I converted to Islam about three years ago.

I grew up in a Christian family; my father was a minister, and my mom travels a lot in doing missionary work. They’re a very strong Christian family, and that was the path that I followed when I grew up as a child. I went to church and watched my dad preach, and this would have been my faith before I was Muslim.

I grew up in a foundation of believing in God, but throughout high school and college I got really distracted and lost; I was just following the crowd like most Americans do. For most part I had a great childhood, I was a happy person, but…

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“Hearing the Quran Made Me Love Islam”, said a female Scientist who has Embraced Islam

Hearing the Quran Made Me Love Islam:

At the age of thirteen I was surrounded by Islam and Muslims. They were some of the most amazing people I have ever met.

Just the kindness and the compassion that I saw they have for people, their generosity and how welcoming they were.

My family raised me, my sister, and my brother to be more aware of the world and everyone and everything that’s in it. We spent most of our life traveling. We always learnt quite a bit. It was not just an education, I mean a trip for having a lot of fun, but it was about education and learning about where we were and…

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Famous Nepalese actress and singer Pooja Lama Accepted Islam

Famous Nepalese actress and singer Pooja Lama argues took in the embrace of Islam,

Pooja Lama said in a statement: Islam is the world’s sole religion of humanity based solution offers all the problems of Islam beauty show me the right way, otherwise I keep wandering in the darkness,

I want to tell the world that Islam is a religion of peace only, please read this evaluation would be automatically look.

Interview: Abdus Saboor Nadvi

five months ago Nepal’s famous actress, model 28-year-old Pooja Lama perception of Islam and to the community was surprised. She brought up in Buddhist family, She announced her Converting after a short visit to Dubai and return from Qatar to Kathmandu , was present to discuss these important Statements:

Q: What feature of Islam in persuading you to accept Islam?

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Ex-Baptist, Aminah Assilmi Journey to Islam

“I am so very glad that I am a Muslim. Islam is my life. Islam is the beat of my heart. Islam is the blood that courses through my veins. Islam is my strength. Islam is my life so wonderful and beautiful. Without Islam I am nothing, and should Allah ever turn His magnificent face from me, I could not survive.”

A Girl On A Mission

It all started with a computer glitch.

She was a Southern Baptist girl, a radical feminist, and a broadcast journalist. She was a girl with an unusual caliber, who excelled in school, received scholarships, ran her own business, and were competing with professionals and getting awards – all these while she was going to college. Then one day a computer error happened that made her take up a mission as a devout Christian. Eventually, however, it resulted into something opposite and changed her life completely around.

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Abdul Rahim Green (Ex-Christian Priest)’s Journey to Islam

Never Give Up Hope:
After Rejecting Islam for 23 Years Dad Died Muslim

Abdur Raheem Green describes his father’s last days in hospital before he passed away.

Mr. Green was the ex-Director of Cairo Barclays Bank, and his son Abdur Raheem found Islam over 20 years ago, and is today a well-known figure among Muslim scholars and preachers in the UK.

He thought that his father would never become Muslim, but Mr. Green eventually converted to Islam only ten days before he died.

The Prophet (peace and blessings be upon him) said: “May his face be rubbed in the dust (may he be humiliated) the one who one of his parents reaches old age and he doesn’t enter paradise by serving them.”

In an incident, a man came to the Prophet enthusiastic to join the fight, the battle that was about to ensue, the man said to the Prophet: “I left my mother crying.” And the Prophet said to him: “Go back and don’t leave her, until you leave her laughing.”

Abdul Raheem Green then says “That is why I decided to spend some time here with my mother after the death of my father.

The death of my father is something I would like to share with you,..

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