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My Journey to the Beautiful Faith of Islaam
I was brought up as a Christian. My family consisted of my grandma, granddad, my aunt and a lot of cousins and for a short while my Mom and Dad. My Mom gave birth to me at a young age and my Dad thought I would be looked after better by his mom (My grandma). So they moved into the family home. My mom wanted to complete her studies and things between her and my dad didn't work out, so she moved back to her family. So my up bringing was by my grandma and her family. However I did see my mom every weekend and holidays. Alhamdulillah the situation for me was a good one as, my grandma is a strong Christian with high moral values. Like no alcohol, no pork even thou some family members eat it, mostly at Christmas time, no sexual relations until after marriage and girls must cover themselves and not to show their bits. I'm grateful to Allah for and the guidance he gave her in this.
At College was the first place I can in contact with Muslims. There I met a Muslim brother, who wasn't practicing at the time. We talked and became friends. Than one day I never saw him around the College no more. I never thought much about it as these things always happen. So one day I took the bus to go to the WestEnd the Central part of London, and there he was working as a conductor on the bus. So we sat down to catch up on old times. It was than I notice something strange about him. He wouldn't look at me when he spoke to me, and he never sat near me. Each time he said something he would either look away or bow his head. So he told me that some brothers had called him back to faith and now he is a practicing Muslim.. mahsa Allah. then he passed me a book he was reading called Twaheed by Abu Ameenah Bilal Philips. I just told him boldly and straight up I'm not interested. He said a least listen first. No way no thank you. You to your religion and me to mine.
Not that I was a strong Christian but once challenge that's when I remembered my religion. Alhamdulillah I still observed the strong morals implanted in me by my grandma. So that was that he didn't press it. the next time I saw him was a month later. this time I decided to give him a chance to explain. So he started to tell me about death. the events that take place in the graves and the punishment that's happen there. But Allah save the human's from hearing it, for it we did we would go deaf from it, but the animals can hear what's happen. I was scared stiff! but at the same time dumb founded, because I always ask the pastor what happens to you after you die. Not the fact that you go to Heaven, but the next process to that ..his reply is you will find out when you get there. Stupid answer I thought as maybe it will be too late for me by than. But here the answer was smacked in my face given to me by a Muslim Masha Allah. As I've never consider Islaam before as a religion.
Than he gave me some tapes on death, the day of Judgment and what is Islaam. I listen to them and was totally amaze at how fulfill this religion was. It answered all my questions and I love the Arabic language and the recitation of the Quraan. So I just had to find out more. He gave me the number of the Emaam's wife. So I phoned her and linked up with her the next day. She gave me directions to her house. So the next day after College I made my journey. I got off at the stop she directed me to, I can remember that day been a very hot summer's day. Summers in England aren't very hot. So here I was looking for the street name and house number. Only to be told by a few passer bys that I have about a mile to go to reach her house. I thought to myself no way, they must have got it wrong. I couldn't get on another bus as there are no buses on this route.
So I decided to walk and find the house. The further I walked I keep telling myself don't worry you will be there soon. The more I walked, and the more people I ask, the more the sun was becoming hotter and the journey longer, subhana Allah I will never forget that day. I was so hot and tried as I had dressed in long sleeve shirt and skirt, the long sleeve shirt isn't me in general. Anyway I finally reached my destination. I rang the door bell, which was answered by a full covered sister. I concealed my shockness and asked if this was the house of the Imaam and is his wife home. Yes she replied but the wife isn't home. I explained my situation and told her she was expecting me. I thought to myself O'God isn't there any refuge for me today. The sister invited me in, but she returned to report that the she couldn't find the key to open the door. I looked up to the sky with my burning, sweaty face and said, O God isn't there any refuge for me today.
The sister told me to try and wait while she phone the Emaam's wife to find out what to do. I looked around my surroundings and saw a small tree across the road in which to seek shade. I took refuge there and thank God for the little refuge he had sent Alhamdulillah. Then I remembered passing a little shop at the corner of the street, so I went there to buy something to drink and eat while I waited. On my returning, the sister informed me that a cab was coming to take me to where the imaam's wife was.
Upon arrival, I was greeted by a little boy with all smiles masha Allah. Shown to a room where the emmam's wife was with her friend. I notice the interior of the room. As Islaamic art and a lot of books on Islaam and the quraan was prominent Mahsa Allah. After the intro and few small talk, they started to tell me about Islaam. It's pillars, the status of Essa alayhis slaam in Islaam. Showed me the ayats about his birth in the Quraan and hadiths for their calm that he was only a prophet. I had no problem with that as I never was strong in that part of the Christian faith, I just didn't get it 1+1+1 =1 , doesn't make sense. What I loved was the information they had on the unseen. The fact that there was no falsehood in what they said and how informed they were and devoted to their Deen. Anything I asked they had an answer. Mahsa Allah. I knew then that this was the true. I took my shahaada with no doubt masha Allah. The joy I saw that filled those sisters faces was like they have been given a precious gift. The Sisterhood we have in Islaam is such a beautiful one Masha Allah. I don't see how the Kufaar can say we as Muslim women are oppress and need to be free, but when I see my dear Muslim Sisters they are always smiling. so radiant and the light that shines from the faces Masha Allah, that can not be of a person in bondage.
I was taken back to the Emaam's house and I part take in my first salaat after been instructed as to what I must do before the prayer and what to say in it. the unity of the prayer was obvious and the peace. Afterwards I was given instructions about certain du'a I such say before sleep and the ayatul kaarsi. I feel so happy and grateful, as with each New Year that comes in I use to ask God to guide me and help me to be a better Christian. But He Allah answered my du'a in a different form. I'm so grateful that out of all of the billions of mankind He choose me and the rest of my family "The Muslim Ummah" and gave us a chance. As we were searching for the true and He led us to it.
Allah say's: There is no compulsion in religion. Verily the Right Path has become distinct from the wrong path. Whoever disbelieves in At Taghut (false gods) and believes in Allah, then he has grasped the most trustworthy handhold that will never break. And Allah is All Hearer All Knowing. Surah Al Baqarah (2v:256). It's been 7 years now since that joinery and I'm so glad I didn't turn back on that day. I love Islaam so much I can not see myself without it. Oh yeah that Muslim boy who gave me the number became my dear beloved husband. May Allah preserve him ameen.
Umm Abdullah Tamarah bint Yusuf Skyers
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