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I found this on the web. I thought it was very moving!
Author: Natassia Mea
In the name of Allah, the Most Merciful, the Most Kind...
This is a brief account on how I humbly submitted myself to Allah. Please do not be discouraged by the length.
I was raised to believe in God from childhood. I attended church nearly every Sunday,
went to Bible school, and sang in the choir, yet religion was never a really big part of
There were times when I thought myself close to God. I often prayed to Him for guidance
and strength in times of despair or for a wish in times of want. But I soon realized that
this feeling of closeness soon evaporated when I was no longer begging God for
something. I realized that even though I believed, I lacked faith.
I perceived the world to be a game which God indulged in from time to time. He
inspired people to write a Bible, and somehow people were able to find faith within this
As I grew older and became more aware of the world, I believed more in God. I believed
that there had to be a God to bring some order to the chaotic world. If there were no
God, I believed the world would have ended in utter anarchy thousands of years ago. It
was comfort to me to believe there was a supernatural force guiding and protecting man.
Children usually assume their religion from parents. I was no different. At the age of 12,
I began to give in depth thinking to my spirituality. I realized there was a void in my life
where a faith should be. Whenever I was in need or despair, I simply prayed to someone
called Lord. But who was this Lord truly? I once asked my mother whom to pray to, Jesus
or God. Believing my mother to be right, I prayed to Jesus and to Him I attributed all
I have heard that religion cannot be argued. My friends and I tried to do this many times.
I often had debates with my friends about Protestantism, Catholicism, and Judaism.
Through these debates, I searched within myself more and more and decided I should do
something about my emptiness, so at the age of 13, I began my search for truth.
Humankind is always in constant pursuit of knowledge or the truth. My search for truth
could not be deemed as an active pursuit of knowledge. I continued having the debates,
and I read the Bible more; However, it did not really extend from this. During this period of
time, my mother took notice of my behavior, and from then on I have been in a "religious
phase,." but my behavior was far from a phase. I simply shared my newly gained knowledge
with my family. I learned about the beliefs, practices, and doctrines within Christianity
and minimal beliefs and practices within Judaism.
A few months within my search, I realized that if I believed in Christianity I believed
myself to be condemned to Hell. Not even considering the sins of my past, I was on a
"one way road to Hell" as southern ministers tend to say. I could not believe all the
teachings within Christianity; however, I did try.
I can remember many times being in church and fighting with myself during the Call to
Discipleship. I was told that by simply confessing Jesus to be my Lord and Savior I
would be guaranteed eternal life in Heaven. I never did walk down the aisle to the
pastor's outstretched hands, and my reluctance even increased my fears of heading for Hell.
During this time, I was not of ease. I often had alarming nightmares, and I felt very alone
in the world.
Not only did I lack belief but I also had many questions that I posed to every
knowledgeable Christian I could find, but I never really did receive a satisfactory answer. I
was simply told things that confused me even more. I was told that I was trying to put
logic to God and if I had faith, I could simply believe and go to Heaven. That was
the problem I did not have faith. I did not believe.
I did not really believe in anything. I did believe there was a God and that Jesus was His
son sent to save humankind. That was it. My questions and reasoning did, however,
exceed my beliefs.
The questions went on and on. My perplexity increased. My uncertainty increased. For
fifteen years I had blindly followed a faith simply because it was the faith of my parents.
Something happened in my life in which the little faith I did hava decreased to all but
nothing. My search came to a stop. I no longer searched within myself, the Bible. or
church. I had given up for a while. I was a very bitter person until one day a friend gave
me a book. It was called "The Muslim-Christian Dialogue."
I took the book and read it. I am ashamed to say that during my searching never did I
once consider another religion. Christianity was all I knew, and I never thought about
leaving it. My knowledge of Islam was very minimal. In fact, it was mainly filled with
misconception and stereotypes. The book surprised me. I found that I was not the only
one who believed there was simply a God. I asked for more books. I received them as
well as pamphlets.
I learned about Islam from an intellectual aspect. I had a close friend who was Muslim,
and I often asked her questions about the practices. Never did I once consider Islam as
my faith. Many things about Islam alienated me.
After a couple months of reading, the month of Ramadan began. Every Friday I could I
joined the local Muslim community for the breaking of the fast and the reciting of the
Quran. I posed questions that I had come across to the Muslim girls. I was in awe
at how someone could have so much certainty in what they believed and followed. I felt
myself drawn to the religion that alienated me.
Having believed for so long that I was alone, Islam did comfort me in many ways. Islam
was brought as a reminder to the world. It was brought to lead the people back to the
Beliefs were not the only thing important to me. I wanted a discipline by which to pattern my life.
I did not just want to believe someone was my savior, and through this I held the
ticket to Heaven. I wanted to know how to act to receive the approval of God. I wanted
a closeness to God. I wanted to be God-conscious. Most of all, I wanted a chance for
Heaven. I began to feel that Christianity did not give this to me, but Islam did.
I continued learning more. I went to the Eid celebration and Jummuah and weekly classes
with my friends.
Through religion, one receives peace of mind, a calmness about them. This I had off
and on for about three years. During the off times, I was more susceptible to the
temptations of Satan. In early February of 1997, I came to the realization that Islam was
right and true; however, I did not want to make any hasty decisions. I did decide to
Within this duration, the temptations of Satan increased. I can recollect two dreams in
which he was a presence. Satan was calling me to him. After I awoke from these
nightmares, I found solace in Islam. I found myself repeating the Shahadah. These
dreams almost made me change my mind. I confided them in my Muslim friend. She suggested
that maybe Satan was there to lead me from the truth. I never thought of it that way.
On March 19, 1997, after returning from a weekly class, I recited the Shahadah to myself.
Then on March 26, I recited it before witnesses and became an official Muslim.
I cannot express the joy I felt. I cannot express the weight that was lifted from my
shoulders. I had finally received my peace of mind.
It has been about six months since I recited the Shahadah. Islam has made me a better
person. I am stronger now and understand things more. My life has changed
significantly. I now have purpose. My purpose is to prove myself worthy of eternal life
in Jannah. I have my long sought after faith. Religion is a part of me all the time. I am
striving everyday to become the best Muslim I can be.
People are often amazed at how a fifteen year old can make such an important decision
in life. I am grateful that Allah blessed me with my state of mind that I was able to find it
Striving to be a good Muslim in a Christian dominated society is hard. Living with a
Christian family is even harder; however, I do not try to get discouraged. I do not wish
to dwell on my present predicament, but I believe that my Jihad is simply making me
stronger. Someone once told me that I am better off than some people who were born
into Islam, in that I had to find, experience, and realize the greatness and mercy of
Allah. I have acquired the reasoning that seventy years of life on earth is nothing
compared to eternal life in Paradise.
I must admit that I lack the aptitude to express the greatness, mercy, and glory of Allah. I
hope my account helps others who may feel the way I have felt or struggle the way I
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