{"title":"Angel","author":{"id":2276,"name":"Angel","slug":"angel","image":"\/uploads\/users\/non-profile.jpg","role":"Author","about":"","promote":0,"status":1,"created_at":"2014-08-26T08:00:00.000000Z","updated_at":"2014-08-26T08:00:00.000000Z","language_id":1,"parent_id":null,"i18ns":[],"image_asset":"http:\/\/www.islamland.com\/uploads\/users\/non-profile.jpg","get_name":"Angel"},"books":{"current_page":1,"data":[],"first_page_url":"http:\/\/www.islamland.com\/bos\/api\/authors\/2276?books_page=1","from":null,"last_page":1,"last_page_url":"http:\/\/www.islamland.com\/bos\/api\/authors\/2276?books_page=1","links":[{"url":null,"label":"« Previous","page":null,"active":false},{"url":"http:\/\/www.islamland.com\/bos\/api\/authors\/2276?books_page=1","label":"1","page":1,"active":true},{"url":null,"label":"Next »","page":null,"active":false}],"next_page_url":null,"path":"http:\/\/www.islamland.com\/bos\/api\/authors\/2276","per_page":25,"prev_page_url":null,"to":null,"total":0},"videos":{"current_page":1,"data":[],"first_page_url":"http:\/\/www.islamland.com\/bos\/api\/authors\/2276?videos_page=1","from":null,"last_page":1,"last_page_url":"http:\/\/www.islamland.com\/bos\/api\/authors\/2276?videos_page=1","links":[{"url":null,"label":"« Previous","page":null,"active":false},{"url":"http:\/\/www.islamland.com\/bos\/api\/authors\/2276?videos_page=1","label":"1","page":1,"active":true},{"url":null,"label":"Next »","page":null,"active":false}],"next_page_url":null,"path":"http:\/\/www.islamland.com\/bos\/api\/authors\/2276","per_page":25,"prev_page_url":null,"to":null,"total":0},"audios":{"current_page":1,"data":[],"first_page_url":"http:\/\/www.islamland.com\/bos\/api\/authors\/2276?audios_page=1","from":null,"last_page":1,"last_page_url":"http:\/\/www.islamland.com\/bos\/api\/authors\/2276?audios_page=1","links":[{"url":null,"label":"« Previous","page":null,"active":false},{"url":"http:\/\/www.islamland.com\/bos\/api\/authors\/2276?audios_page=1","label":"1","page":1,"active":true},{"url":null,"label":"Next »","page":null,"active":false}],"next_page_url":null,"path":"http:\/\/www.islamland.com\/bos\/api\/authors\/2276","per_page":25,"prev_page_url":null,"to":null,"total":0},"articles":{"current_page":1,"data":[{"id":1587,"title":"Angel, Ex-Christian, USA","slug":"angel-ex-christian-usa","word":"\/uploads\/articles\/en-Angel, Ex-Christian, USA.docx","pdf":"\/uploads\/articles\/en-Angel, Ex-Christian, USA.pdf","mime_type":null,"type":"node","path":"\/nodes\/view\/type:article\/slug:angel-ex-christian-usa","hint":"","body":"

Angel, Ex-Christian, USA<\/span><\/h1>\r\n

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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.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

I felt the same about Jesus, [may the mercy and blessings of God be upon him].  How does it work that this man would save us all from our sins?  Why do we have the right to sin just because of him?  I refused the bible in all of its versions, believing something translated and rewritten so many times could not to be the real words of God.  Around the age of fifteen I had given up on the idea of finding God.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Growing up, my family was the average American family.  Everyone I knew had similar problems growing up.  My dad was a hardworking blue collar alcoholic.  As time progressed his condition worsened, and so did his perversion.  Sexual abuse, physical abuse, and fear made an imprint on my childhood that would reflect the rest of my life.  He passed away when I was in the sixth grade.  My parents had divorced by then.  I was the youngest of eight children.  My mother would go to work to support us, and I was home alone a lot.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Here I was, one of those kids who pull from society, who scare people when they walk into a room.  I began wearing black clothing and the dark makeup.  I listened to gothic music and fantasized about death.  Death seemed to be less of a fear and more of a solution to this growing problem.  I felt alone all the time, even around friends.  I tried to fill the gap with cigarettes, then alcohol, sex, drugs and then anything that would take me from my own thoughts.  I tried to kill myself at least fifteen times.  No matter what I tried this pain inside of me never seemed to subside.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

I was in college when I became pregnant with my son, I feared for my son’s health and could not dream of giving him away.  I worked endlessly to provide for my son.  Squeezing all the pain and anger into my heart, I changed my life some.  By this time, I trusted no one.  Three years later, I started to date again.  I got engaged.  I truly wanted to have the something more.  As with all of my past experiences, my world came crashing down.  I was 25 and pregnant with my daughter and ended the relationship with my fiancé after he repeatedly cheated and physically hurt me.  I had no idea what was next.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

During this time I was working for a Pakistani guy who was Muslim.  I never watched the news or even cared really what was going on.  Being Muslim to me was no different than any other religion.  As time moved on I became friends with several Muslim men.  I began to notice something dramatically different.  They had these unquestionable morals.  A devotion to God in a way that required them to pray five times a day.  Let alone the fact that they did not drink or do drugs.  For my generation this was old school morals, maybe like those your grandparents might have followed<\/span><\/p>\r\n

When my daughter was born, you can’t imagine my surprise when one of these guys came in and brought gifts.  I was shocked stupid.  He held her and spoke to her.  I had never seen men behave this way over a baby.  The kindness only increased with time over the next four months.  I can’t express the love that was shown to us.  Slowly my interest in their religion grew.  I was curious as to what kind of religion could instill these kinds of values into people.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

I was sharing a home with seven people when one night I decided to borrow my roommate’s computer.  I was too afraid to offend my friends by asking them questions, so I turned to the internet.  The first site I opened was http:\/\/www.islam-brief-guide.org.  I was dumb founded.  It was if a black cloth had been lifted from my body, and I swear to you that I had never felt so close to God.  Within twenty-four hours, I took my Shahadah.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

To this day the majority of my time is spent on research.  For the first time in my life something had stopped the anger, and the pain.  I truly felt the love and fear of God.  God had replaced the pain inside of me with his light, and faith in him.  Since my conversion, God has truly blessed me.  God gave me the strength to quite smoking, drinking and have not used drugs in almost two years.  I am married to a wonderful Muslim man.  He has taken my children and made them ours.  I have something that I always wanted - a family, [all praise is due to God].<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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Ángel, Ex-Cristiana, USA<\/span><\/h1>\r\n

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Cada musulmán tiene su historia acerca del viaje hacia el Islam.  Cada una es interesante y curiosa para mí.  Dios realmente guía a los que quiere y sólo a los que quiere.  Me siento tan agradecida por haber sido una de las elegidas.  Esta es mi historia.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Siempre creí en Dios.  A lo largo de toda mi vida durante los momentos más duros, acudí a la ayuda de Dios incluso cuando niña.  Me recuerdo arrodillada llorando en la cocina, con gritos y llantos a mí alrededor.  Rezaba para que Dios detenga eso.  La religión por otro lado, nunca tuvo lógica para mí.  Mientras más crecía, menos sentido tenía.  Personas pensando ser negociadores entre uno y Dios.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sentí lo mismo de Jesús, (que Dios lo alabe).  ¿Cómo es que este hombre nos salvaría de nuestros pecados?  ¿Tenemos el derecho a pecar sólo por él?  Rechacé la Biblia en todas sus versiones, creyendo que algo traducido y reescrito tantas veces no podría ser la verdadera palabra de Dios.  A los quince años había dejado de lado la idea de encontrar a Dios.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Al crecer, mi familia era la familia común Americana.  Todos los que yo conocía habían tenido los mismos problemas a lo largo de su crecimiento.  Mi padre era un arduo trabajador alcohólico.  El tiempo pasaba y el iba empeorando, y también su perversión.  Abuso sexual, físico, y el miedo marcaron mi niñez, tanto, que reflejó al resto de la familia.  El murió cuando yo estaba en sexto grado.  Mis padres estaban divorciados en ese entonces.  Era la menor de ocho niños.  Mi madre tenía que trabajar para mantenernos, y yo me quedaba en casa sola por mucho tiempo.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Allí estaba, uno de esos niños alejados de la sociedad, que asustan a las personas cuando entran a algún lugar.  Comencé a utilizar ropa negra y maquillaje negro.  Escuchaba música gótica y fantaseaba acerca de la muerte.  La muerte parecía ser menos peligrosa y más una solución que este problema.  Me sentía sola todo el tiempo, incluso entre amigos.  Traté de llenar el espacio con cigarrillos, alcohol, sexo, drogas y luego cualquier cosa que me alejara de mis propios pensamientos.  Trate de suicidarme al menos quince veces.  Sin importar cuantas veces lo intentara este plan dentro de mí nunca subsistía.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Estaba en la Universidad cuando me embaracé de mi hijo, temía por la salud de mi hijo y no podía imaginarme entregarlo a otra persona.  Trabajé sin descanso para mantenerlo.  Guardando todo el dolor y la angustia en mi Corazón, cambió un poco mi vida.  Pero esta vez, no confiaba en nadie.  Tres años más tarde, me puse de novia nuevamente.  Me comprometí.  Realmente quería algo más.  Como con todas mis experiencias anteriores, mi mundo se vino abajo.  Tenía 25 años y estaba embarazada de mi hija y terminé la relación con mi prometido después de que me engañara repetidamente y abusara físicamente de mí.  No tenía idea que vendría luego.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Durante este tiempo trabajaba para un pakistaní que era musulmán.  Nunca miraba las noticias o me interesaba acera de lo que sucedía.  Ser musulmán para mi no era diferente de las demás religiones.  El tiempo pasó y me hice amiga de muchos hombres musulmanes.  Comencé a notar algo dramáticamente diferente.  Tenían estas morales incuestionables.  Una devoción hacia Dios en una manera tal que le rezaban cinco veces al día.  Dejando de lado el hecho de que no bebían alcohol ni consumían drogas.  Para mi generación, estas eran morales antiguas, que quizás los abuelos las seguían.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Cuando nació mi hija, no se pueden imaginar mi sorpresa cuando uno de estos hombres vino y me trajo regalos.  Estaba shoqueada, él la sostenía en brazos y le hablaba.  Nunca había visto a un hombre comportarse de esta manera con un bebe.  La bondad solo creció con el tiempo en los siguientes cuatro meses.  No puedo expresar el amor que nos tuvieron.  Lentamente creció mi interés en la religión.  Sentía curiosidad acerca de que tipo de religión podía incitar este tipo de bondades y valores en las personas.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Compartía un hogar con siete personas cuando una noche decidí pedir prestada una computadora.  Sentía miedo de ofender a mis amigos preguntándoles, por lo tanto recurrí a Internet.  El primer sitio que abrí fue http:\/\/www.islam-brief-guide.org.  Me quedé muda.  Fue como si una ropa negra hubiese caído de mi cuerpo, y juro que nunca me sentí tan cercana a Dios.  En veinticuatro horas tomé mi decisión de pronunciar mi testimonio islámico de fe.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Hasta el día de hoy la mayor parte de mi tiempo lo utilizo en la investigación.  Por primera vez en mi vida algo ha parado la angustia y el dolor.  Verdaderamente sentí el amor y temor de Dios.  Dios ha reemplazado  el dolor dentro mío con Su luz, y fe en Él.  Desde mi conversión, Dios realmente me ha bendecido.  Dios me ha dado las fuerzas para dejar el cigarrillo, la bebida y no he consumido drogas hace dos años.  Me he casado con un maravilloso musulmán.  Ha tomado a mis hijos y los ha hecho nuestros.  He tenido lo que siempre he querido – una familia, (toda alabanza se debe a Dios).<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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Angel, ex-chrétienne, USA<\/span><\/h1>\r\n

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Edited by IslamReligion.com<\/span><\/h1>\r\n

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Chaque musulman a son histoire à raconter sur ce qui l’a amené vers l’islam.  Je trouve chaque histoire intéressante.  Dieu guide vraiment qui Il veut, et seulement qui Il veut.  Je me sens si privilégiée de faire partie de ceux et celles qu’Il a choisi de guider.  Voici mon histoire.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

J’ai toujours cru en un seul Dieu.  Toute ma vie, même enfant, chaque fois que j’ai connu des moments difficiles, j’ai demandé à Dieu de m’aider.  Je me revois encore, pleurant à genoux, au milieu de la cuisine, hurlant dans toutes les directions.  Je priais Dieu de mettre un terme à cela.  La religion, toutefois, n’a jamais eu beaucoup de signification pour moi.  Plus j’avançais dans la vie, moins la religion m’apparaissait comme  une voie sensée à suivre, et je me méfiais de ces gens qui prétendaient être des « négociateurs » entre moi et Dieu.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Je ressentais la même chose à l’égard de Jésus (que la paix soit sur lui).  Comment cet homme pouvait-il nous avoir tous sauvés de nos péchés?  Pourquoi aurions-nous le droit de pécher juste à cause de lui?  Je rejetais toutes les versions de la Bible, me disant qu’un texte traduit et réécrit de si nombreuses fois ne pouvait aucunement être la véritable parole de Dieu.  À l’âge de quinze ans, j’avais abandonné l’idée de trouver Dieu.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

J’ai grandi dans une famille américaine typique.  Toutes les personnes que je connaissais avaient des problèmes similaires aux miens.  Mon père était un col bleu, très travaillant mais alcoolique.  Avec le temps, son état empira, de même que son côté pervers.  Les abus sexuels et physiques, de même que la peur constante ont marqué mon enfance et ont eu des répercussions sur toute ma vie jusqu’à aujourd’hui.  Mon père mourut lorsque j’étais en sixième année du primaire.  Mes parents étaient divorcés à ce moment-là.  J’étais la plus jeune de huit enfants.  Ma mère devait travailler pour nous faire vivre, alors j’étais souvent seule à la maison.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Voilà, j’étais un de ces enfants retirés de la société, qui effraient les gens lorsqu’ils entrent dans une pièce.  Je me mis à porter des vêtements noirs et du maquillage sombre.  J’écoutais de la musique gothique et rêvais de la mort.  Je ne craignais pas la mort, mais la voyais comme une solution à mon problème grandissant.  Je me sentais seule en tout temps, même lorsque j’étais entourée d’amis.  Je tentai de combler ce vide avec des cigarettes, puis avec l’alcool, le sexe, les drogues, puis n’importe quoi susceptible de me faire oublier mes idées noires.  Je tentai de me suicider au moins une quinzaine de fois.  Peu importe vers quoi je me tournais, la douleur que je ressentais au fond de moi ne s’estompait jamais.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

J’étais encore au collège lorsque je tombai enceinte de mon fils.  Je craignais pour sa santé, mais je ne pouvais me résoudre à le donner en adoption.  Je travaillai sans relâche pour le faire vivre.  Refoulant au fond de moi toute ma douleur et ma colère, je modifiai quelque peu mon mode de vie.  À cette époque, je n’avais plus confiance en personne.  Trois ans plus tard, je rencontrai quelqu’un et me fiançai.  Je voulais tellement trouver ce quelque chose de plus qui manquait tant à ma vie.  Mais comme toutes les fois précédentes, mon monde s’écroula rapidement.  J’avais 25 ans et j’étais enceinte de ma fille lorsque je mis un terme à cette relation après que mon fiancé m’eût trompée et frappée à plusieurs reprises.  Je n’avais aucune idée de ce que j’allais devenir.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

À cette époque, je travaillais pour un Pakistanais musulman.  Je ne regardais jamais les nouvelles à la télé et je me souciais peu de ce qui se passait dans le monde.  Alors je ne faisais pas de réelle distinction entre un musulman et une personne d’une autre religion.  Avec le temps, je me liai d’amitié avec plusieurs musulmans.  C’est alors que je remarquai à quel point ils étaient différents.  Ils avaient des principes moraux et une dévotion envers Dieu; ils priaient cinq fois par jour.  De plus, ils ne buvaient pas et n’usaient pas de drogues.  Pour les gens de ma génération, ces valeurs étaient celles de la vieille école, celles que nos grands-parents auraient eues.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Lorsque j’accouchai de ma fille, vous ne pouvez vous imaginer ma surprise quand l’un de ces hommes vint me rendre visite, les bras chargés de cadeaux.  Je demeurai bouche bée lorsqu’il la prit dans ses bras et lui parla.  Je n’avais jamais vu d’hommes se comporter ainsi avec un bébé.  Cette gentillesse ne fit que croître lors des quatre mois suivants.  Je ne peux exprimer tout l’amour qu’on nous démontra.  Petit à petit, je m’intéressai à leur religion.  J’étais curieuse de découvrir quelle était cette religion qui inculquait de si belles valeurs à ses fidèles.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Je partageais un logis avec sept autres personnes lorsqu’un soir, je demandai à un colocataire de me prêter son ordinateur.  Craignant d’offenser mes amis en leur posant des questions sur leur religion, j’avais décidé de me tourner vers l’internet.  Le premier site que j’ouvris fut http:\/\/www.islam-brief-guide.org<\/a>.  Je n’en revins tout simplement pas; c’était comme si un voile noir avait été retiré d’au-dessus de moi et je jure que jamais je ne me sentis si proche de Dieu.  En moins de vingt-quatre heures, je prononçai la shahadah (profession de foi).<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Depuis, la majeure partie de mon temps est consacré à la recherche et à l’étude de ma religion.  Pour la première fois de ma vie, quelque chose a été en mesure de me libérer de ma colère et de ma douleur.  J’aime et je crains Dieu, ce Dieu qui a remplacé ma douleur par Sa lumière et ma foi en Lui.  Depuis ma conversion, Dieu m’a réellement bénie.  Il m’a donné la force de cesser de fumer et de boire, et cela fait maintenant deux ans que je n’ai plus touché à aucune drogue.  Je suis mariée à un musulman des plus merveilleux qui a pris mes enfants sous son aile et en a fait les siens.  J’ai aujourd’hui ce que j’avais depuis toujours désiré : une famille.  Toutes les louanges appartiennent à Dieu.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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Angel, Ex-Christin, USA<\/span><\/h1>\r\n

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Jeder Muslim hat eine Geschichte über seine Reise zum Islam.  Jeder interessiert sich dafür und ist neugierig darauf.  Gott leitet, wen Er will und nur wen Er will.  Ich fühle mich so gesegnet, dass ich eine von den Augewählten bin.  Hier ist meine Geschichte.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Ich glaubte immer an einen Gott.  Mein gesamtes Leben in Schwierigkeiten, ich bat Gott sogar als Kind schon um Hilfe.  Ich erinnere mich daran, wie ich auf Knien in der Küche geweint habe, um mich herum war Geschrei.  Ich betete zu Gott, damit Er es aufhören ließe.  Religion andererseits machte keinen Sinn.  Je älter ich wurde, desto weniger Sinn sah ich in ihr.  Leute, die denken, sie wären die Unterhändler zwischen dir und Gott.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Ich fühlte dasselbe bei Jesus [Friede sei mit ihm].  Wie sollte das gehen, dass dieser Mann uns von allen unseren Sünden befreien sollte?  Warum, haben wir etwa seinetwegen das Recht, zu sündigen?  Ich lehnte die Bibel in allen ihren Formen ab, glaubte, dass etwas Übersetztes und so häufig Wiedergeschriebenes nicht das wirkliche Wort Gottes sein konnte.  So in etwa im Alter von fünfzehn habe ich die Idee aufgegeben, Gott zu finden.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Als ich aufwuchs, war meine Familie eine amerikanische Durchschnittsfamilie.  Jeder, den ich kenne, hatte ähnliche Probleme, als er älter wurde.  Mein Vater war ein schwerarbeitender, blue collar alcoholic.  Als die Zeit verstrich, verschlimmerte sich sein Zustand und seine Perversion ebenfalls.  Sexueller Missbrauch, körperlicher Missbrauch und Angst überschatteten meine Kindheit und spiegelten sich auch in meinem restlichen Leben wieder.  Er verstarb, als ich in der sechsten Klasse war.  Bis dahin waren meine Eltern geschieden gewesen.  Ich war das jüngste von acht Kindern.  Meine Mutter ging arbeiten, um uns zu unterstützen, und ich war oft allein zuhause. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

So war ich eines von den Kindern, die von der Gesellschaft ausgestoßen sind, die die Menschen ängstigen, wenn sie einen Raum betreten.  Ich begann, schwarze Kleidung und das dunkle Make-up zu tragen.  Ich hörte groteske Musik und faszinierte mich für den Tod.  Der Tod schien weniger furchteinflößend und eine bessere Lösung für dieses Wachstumsproblem zu sein.  Ich fühlte mich immer allein, auch inmitten meiner Freunde.  Ich versuchte, diese Lücke mit Zigaretten, dann mit Alkohol, Sex, Drogen und allem anderen auszufüllen, das mich von meinen eigenen Gedanken ablenken konnte.  Ich versuchte mindestens fünfzehnmal, mich selbst zu töten.  Egal, was ich auch versuchte, dieser Schmerz in mir schien nie zu verschwinden. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

Ich war auf dem College, als ich mit meinem Sohn schwanger wurde.  Ich war um seine Gesundheit besorgt und konnte mir nicht vorstellen, ihn wegzugeben.  Ich arbeitete ununterbrochen, um für meinen Sohn zu sorgen. All die Schmerzen und die Wut in meinem Herzen unterdrückend, änderte ich mein Leben irgendwie.  In dieser Zeit vertraute ich niemandem.  Erst drei Jahre später begann ich wieder, mich zu verabreden.  Ich verlobte mich.  Ich sehnte mich wirklich nach Geborgenheit.  Wie mit allen meinen Erfahrungen aus der Vergangenheit brach meine Welt zusammen.  Ich war 25 und mit meiner Tochter schwanger und beendete die Beziehung mit meinem Verlobten, nachdem er mich wiederholt betrogen und körperlich misshandelt hatte.  Ich hatte keine Vorstellung davon, was jetzt noch kommen würde. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

Während dieser Zeit arbeitete ich für einen pakistanischen Mann, der Muslim war.  Ich sah nie die Nachrichten oder interessierte mich wirklich dafür, was da ablief.  Muslim zu sein, war für mich nichts anderes, als irgendeine andere Religion.  Mit der Zeit befreundete ich mich mit verschiedenen muslimischen Männern.  Ich begann, an ihnen etwas völlig anderes zu bemerken.  Sie besaßen diesen unfragwürdigen Anstand.  Eine Unterwürfigkeit Gott gegenüber, die es ihnen zur Pflicht machte, fünfmal täglich zu beten.  Ganz abgesehen von der Tatsache, dass sie weder tranken noch Drogen konsumierten.  Für meine Generation waren das altmodische Moralvorstellungen, vielleicht hätten deine Großeltern sie befolgt. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

Du kannst dir meine Überraschung nicht vorstellen, als meine Tochter geboren wurde und einer dieser Typen kam herein und brachte Geschenke.  Ich war geschockt – wie er sie hielt und mit ihr sprach.  Ich hatte noch nie Männer gesehen, die sich gegenüber einem Baby so verhielten.  Die Freundlichkeit vermehrte sich im Verlauf der folgenden vier Monate nur noch.  Ich kann die Liebe gar nicht beschreiben, die uns entgegen gebracht wurde.  Langsam wuchs mein Interesse an ihrer Religion.  Ich war neugierig darauf, zu erfahren, welche Art von Religion diese Art von Werten in den Menschen wachruft. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

Ich teilte mein Heim mit sieben Leuten, als ich mich eines Abends entschloss, den Computer meiner Zimmergenossin auszuleihen.  Ich war zu besorgt, um meine Freunde mit meinen Fragen zu konfrontieren, also suchte ich im Internet.  Die erste Seite, die ich aufmachte, war: http:\/\/www.islam-brief-guide.org.  Ich war wie ein Tauber, der wieder hört.  Als hätte jemand ein schwarzes Tuch von meinem Körper genommen, und ich schwöre bei Gott, ich habe mich Gott nie so nahe gefühlt.  Innerhalb von 24 Stunden sagte ich die Schahada.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Bis zu, heutigen Tag verbringe ich viel Zeit mit Lernen.  Das erste Mal in meinem Leben hat etwas die Wut und den Schmerz gestoppt.  Ich fühlte tatsächlich die Liebe Gottes und die Gottesfurcht.  Gott hat den Schmerz in meinem Inneren durch Sein Licht den Glauben ersetzt.  Seit meiner Konvertierung hat Gott mich wirklich gesegnet.  Gott gab mir die Stärke, mit dem Ruchen, Trinken aufzuhören.  Und in fast zwei Jahren habe ich keine Drogen mehr benutzt.  Ich bin mit einem wunderbaren muslimischen Mann verheiratet.  Er hat meine Kinder als die seinen angenommen.  Ich habe das, wonach ich mich immer gesehnt habe – eine Familie.  [Gepriesen sei Gott].<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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Todo muçulmano tem uma história sobre sua jornada ao Islã.  Cada uma é interessante e curiosa para mim.  Deus verdadeiramente guia quem Ele quer e somente quem Ele quer.  Eu me sinto abençoada por ter sido um dos escolhidos.  Esta é minha história.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Eu sempre acreditei em um Deus.  A minha vida inteira quando estava em dificuldades, eu pedia a Deus que me ajudasse mesmo quando criança.   Eu me lembro de chorar de joelhos na cozinha, gritando e chorando muito.  Orava para que Deus fizesse aquilo parar.  A religião, por outro lado, nunca fez sentido para mim.  Quanto mais velha eu ficava, menos sentido ela fazia para mim.  Pessoas pensando que eram negociadores entre você e Deus.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Eu sentia o mesmo sobre Jesus [que Deus o louve].  Como esse homem nos salvaria de nossos pecados?  Como temos o direito de pecar só por causa dele?  Recusei a Bíblia em todas as suas versões, acreditando que algo traduzido e reescrito tantas vezes não podia ser as palavras reais de Deus.  Por volta dos quinze anos eu tinha desistido da idéia de encontrar Deus.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Enquanto crescia, minha família era a família americana média.  Todos que eu conhecia tinham problemas semelhantes.  Meu pai era um trabalhador braçal alcoólatra.   Com o passar do tempo sua condição piorou e, na mesma proporção, a sua perversão.  Abuso físico, sexual e medo deixaram uma marca em minha infância que se refletiria pelo resto de minha vida.  Ele morreu quando eu estava na sexta série.  Os meus pais já tinham se divorciado.  Eu era a mais nova de oito filhos.  Minha mãe trabalhava para nos sustentar e eu ficava muito tempo sozinha em casa.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Aqui estava eu, uma daquelas crianças que depenam a sociedade, que assustam as pessoas quando entram em um ambiente.  Comecei a usar roupas pretas e maquiagem escura.  Ouvia música gótica e fantasiava sobre a morte.  A morte parecia cada vez menos algo a temer e cada vez mais uma solução para esse problema crescente.  Eu me sentia sozinha o tempo todo, mesmo com os amigos.  Tentei preencher o vazio com cigarros, então com álcool, sexo, drogas e então qualquer coisa que me tirasse de meus próprios pensamentos.  Tentei me matar pelo menos quinze vezes.  Não importava o que eu tentasse, essa dor dentro de mim jamais parecia ceder.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Estava na universidade quando fiquei grávida do meu filho. Temia pela saúde do meu filho e não podia nem imaginar abrir mão dele.  Trabalhei muito para sustentar o meu filho. Sufocando toda a dor e raiva no meu coração, mudei um pouco minha vida.  Por essa época, eu não confiava em ninguém. Três anos depois comecei a namorar outra vez.  Fiquei noiva.  Eu verdadeiramente queria ter algo mais.  Com todas as minhas experiências passadas, meu mundo estava desmoronando.  Estava com 25 anos e grávida de minha filha e terminei o relacionamento com meu noivo depois de ele repetidamente me trair e me ferir fisicamente.  Não tinha idéia do que estava por vir.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Durante esse tempo eu trabalhava para um rapaz paquistanês que era muçulmano.  Eu nunca assistia aos telejornais ou me importava realmente com o que estava acontecendo.  Ser muçulmano para mim não era diferente do que qualquer outra religião.  Com o passar do tempo fiz amizade com vários homens muçulmanos.  Comecei a notar algo dramaticamente diferente.  Eles tinham essas morais inquestionáveis.  Uma devoção a Deus de uma forma que exigia que orassem cinco vezes ao dia.  Sem falar no fato de nunca beberem ou usarem drogas.  Para a minha geração essa era uma moral da antiga. Talvez seus avós a tenham seguido.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Quando minha filha nasceu vocês não podem imaginar minha surpresa quando um desses rapazes apareceu e trouxe presentes.  Fiquei chocada e com cara de estúpida quando ele a segurou e falou com ela.  Eu nunca tinha visto homens se comportarem dessa forma com um bebê.  A gentileza aumentou com o tempo nos quatro meses que se seguiram.  Não posso expressar o amor que nos era mostrado.  Lentamente meu interesse em sua religião cresceu.  Estava curiosa sobre que tipo de religião poderia infundir esses tipos de valores nas pessoas.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Eu dividia uma casa com sete pessoas quando uma noite decidi usar emprestado o computador da minha colega de quarto.  Tinha muito medo de ofender meus amigos fazendo perguntas, então me voltei para a internet.  O primeiro site que abri foi  http:\/\/www.islam-brief-guide.org.  Fiquei emudecida.  Era como se um tecido negro tivesse sido tirado de meu corpo e juro a você que nunca tinha me sentido tão perto de Deus.  Em vinte e quatro horas fiz minha Shahadah.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Até hoje a maior parte do meu tempo é gasta em pesquisa. Pela primeira vez em minha vida algo parou a raiva e a dor.  Eu verdadeiramente senti o amor e temor a Deus.  Deus substituiu a dor dentro de mim com Sua luz e fé Nele.  Desde minha conversão, Deus tem verdadeiramente me abençoado.  Deus me deu forças para parar de fumar, beber e não tenho usado drogas por quase dois anos.  Sou casada com um homem muçulmano maravilhoso.  Ele pegou minhas crianças e as fez nossas.  Tenho algo que sempre quis – uma família, [todos os louvores são para Deus].<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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