{"title":"Anne Collins","author":{"id":2434,"name":"Anne Collins","slug":"anne_collins","image":"\/uploads\/users\/non-profile.jpg","role":"Author","about":"","promote":0,"status":1,"created_at":"2014-09-02T08:00:00.000000Z","updated_at":"2014-09-02T08:00:00.000000Z","language_id":1,"parent_id":null,"i18ns":[],"image_asset":"http:\/\/www.islamland.com\/uploads\/users\/non-profile.jpg","get_name":"Anne Collins"},"books":{"current_page":1,"data":[],"first_page_url":"http:\/\/www.islamland.com\/hin\/api\/authors\/2434?books_page=1","from":null,"last_page":1,"last_page_url":"http:\/\/www.islamland.com\/hin\/api\/authors\/2434?books_page=1","links":[{"url":null,"label":"« Previous","page":null,"active":false},{"url":"http:\/\/www.islamland.com\/hin\/api\/authors\/2434?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\/hin\/api\/authors\/2434","per_page":25,"prev_page_url":null,"to":null,"total":0},"videos":{"current_page":1,"data":[],"first_page_url":"http:\/\/www.islamland.com\/hin\/api\/authors\/2434?videos_page=1","from":null,"last_page":1,"last_page_url":"http:\/\/www.islamland.com\/hin\/api\/authors\/2434?videos_page=1","links":[{"url":null,"label":"« Previous","page":null,"active":false},{"url":"http:\/\/www.islamland.com\/hin\/api\/authors\/2434?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\/hin\/api\/authors\/2434","per_page":25,"prev_page_url":null,"to":null,"total":0},"audios":{"current_page":1,"data":[],"first_page_url":"http:\/\/www.islamland.com\/hin\/api\/authors\/2434?audios_page=1","from":null,"last_page":1,"last_page_url":"http:\/\/www.islamland.com\/hin\/api\/authors\/2434?audios_page=1","links":[{"url":null,"label":"« Previous","page":null,"active":false},{"url":"http:\/\/www.islamland.com\/hin\/api\/authors\/2434?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\/hin\/api\/authors\/2434","per_page":25,"prev_page_url":null,"to":null,"total":0},"articles":{"current_page":1,"data":[{"id":1764,"title":"Anne Collins, Ex-Christian, USA","slug":"anne-collins-ex-christian-usa","word":"\/uploads\/articles\/Anne Collins, Ex-Christian, USA.docx","pdf":"\/uploads\/articles\/Anne Collins, Ex-Christian, USA.pdf","mime_type":null,"type":"node","path":"\/nodes\/view\/type:article\/slug:anne-collins-ex-christian-usa","hint":"","body":"

Anne Collins, Ex-Christian, USA<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\r\n

 \"\"<\/p>\r\n

I was raised in a religious Christian family.  At that time, Americans were more religious than they are now—most families went to church every Sunday, for example.  My parents were involved in the church community.  We often had ministers (Protestant “priests”) in the house.  My mother taught in Sunday school, and I helped her.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

I must have been more religious than other children, although I don’t remember being so.  For one birthday, my aunt gave me a Bible, and my sister a doll.  Another time, I asked my parents for a prayer book, and I read it daily for many years.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

When I was in junior high school (middle school), I attended a Bible study program for two years.  Up to this point, I had read some parts of the Bible, but had not understood them very well.  Now was my chance to learn.  Unfortunately, we studied many passages in the Old and New Testament that I found inexplicable, even bizarre.  For example, the Bible teaches an idea called Original Sin, which means that humans are all born sinful.  I had a baby brother, and I knew that babies were not sinful.  The Bible has very strange and disturbing stories about Prophet Abraham and Prophet David, for example.  I couldn’t understand how prophets could behave the way the Bible says they did.  There were many, many other things that puzzled me about the Bible, but I didn’t ask questions.  I was afraid to ask—I wanted to be known as a “good girl.” Al-hamdulillah (Thanks to God), there was a boy who asked, and kept asking.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

The most critical matter was the notion of Trinity.  I couldn’t get it.  How could God have three parts, one of which was human?  Having studied Greek and Roman mythology at school, I thought the idea of the Trinity and powerful human saints very similar to the Greek and Roman ideas of having different so-called “gods” that were in charge of different aspects of life.  (Astaghfir-Ullah!) (I seek the forgiveness of God)The boy who asked, asked many questions about Trinity, received many answers, and was never satisfied.  Neither was I.  Finally, our teacher, a University of Michigan Professor of Theology, told him to pray for faith.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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

When I was in high school, I secretly wanted to be a nun.  I was drawn to the pattern of offering devotions at set times of day, of a life devoted entirely to God, and of dressing in a way that declared my religious lifestyle.  An obstacle to this ambition, though, was that I wasn’t Catholic.  I lived in a mid-Western town where Catholics were a distinct and unpopular minority!  Furthermore, my protestant upbringing had instilled in me a distaste for religious statuary, and a healthy disbelief that dead saints had the ability to help me.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

In college, I continued to think and pray.  Students often talk and argue about religion, and I heard many different ideas.  Like Yusuf Islam (Cat Stevens), I studied the Eastern so-called religions: Buddhism, Confucianism, and Hinduism.  No help there.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

I met a Muslim from Libya, who told me a little about Islam and the Holy Quran.  He told me that Islam is the modern, most up-to-date form of revealed religion.  Because I thought of Africa and the Middle East as backward places, I couldn’t see Islam as modern. My family took this Libyan brother to a Christmas church service.  The service was breathtakingly beautiful, but at the end, he asked, “Who made up this procedure?  Who taught you when to stand and bow and kneel?  Who taught you how to pray?” I told him about early Church history, but his question made me angry at first, and later made me think.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Had the people who designed the worship service really been qualified to do so?  How had they known the form that worship should take?  Had they had divine instruction?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

I knew that I did not believe in many of the teachings of Christianity, but continued to attend church.  When the congregation recited pieces I believed to be blasphemous, such as the Nicene Creed, I was silent—I didn’t recite them.  I felt almost alien in church, almost a stranger. I knew that I did not believe in many of the teachings of Christianity, but continued to attend church. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

Horror!  Someone very close to me, having dire marital problems, went to a curate of our church for advice.  Taking advantage of her pain and self-loathing, he took her to a motel and seduced her.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Up to this point, I had not considered carefully the role of the clergy in Christian life.  Now I had to.  Most Christians believe that forgiveness comes through the “Holy Communion” service, and that the service must be conducted by an ordained priest or minister.  No minister, no absolution.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

I went to church again, and sat and looked at the ministers in front.  They were no better than the congregation—some of them were worse.  How could it be true that the agency of a man, of any human being, was necessary for communion with God?  Why couldn’t I deal with God directly, and receive His absolution directly?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Soon after this, I found a translation of the meaning of the Quran in a bookstore, bought it, and started to read it.  I read it, off and on, for eight years.  During this time, I continued to investigate other religions. I grew increasingly aware of and afraid of my sins.  How could I know whether God would forgive me?  I no longer believed that the Christian model, the Christian way of being forgiven, would work. My sins weighed heavily on me, and I didn’t know how to escape the burden of them. I longed for forgiveness.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

I read in the Quran:<\/span><\/p>\r\n

“…nearest among them in love to the Believers you will find those who say, ‘We are Christian’: Because amongst them are Men devoted to learning, and men who have renounced the world and are not arrogant.  And when they listen to the revelation received by the Messenger, you will see their eyes overflowing with tears, for they recognize the truth.  They pray, ‘Our Lord!  We believe.  Write us down among the witnesses.  What cause can we have not to believe in God and the truth which has come to us, seeing that we long for our Lord to admit us to the company of the righteous?”<\/strong>(Quran 5:82-84)<\/span><\/p>\r\n

I saw Muslims praying on the TV news, and wanted to learn how.   I found a book (by a non-Muslim) that described it, and I tried to do it myself.  (I knew nothing of Taharah -- ritual purity -- and did not pray correctly.)  I prayed in my own strange, desperate way, secretly and alone, for several years.  I memorized some parts of the Quran in English, not knowing that Muslims memorize the Quran in Arabic.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Finally, after eight years of reading the Quran, I found this verse:<\/span><\/p>\r\n

“This day have I perfected your religion for you, completed My favor for you, and chosen Islam as your religion.” (Quran 5:3)<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\r\n

I wept for joy, because I knew that, way back in time, before the creation of the Earth, God had written this Quran for me and for others.  God had known that Anne Collins, in Cheektowaga, NY, USA, would read this verse of the Quran in May 1986, and be saved.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Now, I knew that there were many things I had to learn, for example, how to offer the formal Muslim prayer.  The problem was that I didn’t know any Muslims.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Muslims are much more visible in the US now than they were then.  I didn’t know where to find them. I found the phone number of the Islamic Society in the phone book, and dialed it, but when a man answered, I panicked and hung up.  What was I going to say?  How would they answer me?  Would they be suspicious?  Why would they want me, when they had each other and their Islam?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

In the next couple of months, I called the mosque a number of times, and each time panicked and hung up. Finally, I did the cowardly thing: I wrote a letter asking for information. The kindly, patient brother at the mosque phoned me, and then started sending me pamphlets about Islam. I told him I wanted to be Muslim, but he told me, “Wait until you are sure.” It upset me that he told me to wait, but I knew he was right, that I had to be sure because, once I had accepted Islam, nothing would ever be the same again.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

I became obsessed with Islam.  I thought about it, day and night.  On several occasions, I drove to the mosque (at that time, it was in an old converted house) and circled it many times, hoping to see a Muslim, wondering what it was like inside. Finally, one day in early November 1986, as I was working in the kitchen, I suddenly knew, knew that I was Muslim.  Still a coward, I sent the mosque another letter.  It said, “I believe in Allah (God), the One True God, I believe that Muhammad was his Messenger, and I want to be counted among the witnesses.”<\/span><\/p>\r\n

The brother called me on the phone the next day, and I said my shahadah[1]<\/a>  on the phone to him.  He told me then that God had forgiven all my sins at that moment, and that I was as pure as a newborn baby.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

I felt the burden of sin slip off my shoulders, and wept for joy.  I slept little that night, weeping, and repeating God’s name.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Forgiveness had been granted.  Alhamdulillah!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

 <\/p>\r\n

\r\n
\r\n<\/div>\r\n

Footnotes:<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\r\n

[1]<\/a> The statement a person makes when accepting Islam (and many times a day thereafter: I testify that there is no deity other than God, and I testify that Muhammad, may the mercy and blessings of God be upon him, was a messenger of God.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

 <\/p>\r\n

 <\/p>","excerpt":"","terms":null,"visibility_roles":"","comment_status":1,"comment_count":0,"read_counter":13720,"lft":3303,"rght":3312,"promote":1,"sticky":0,"status":1,"publish_start":null,"publish_end":null,"created_at":"2014-09-03T00:13:00.000000Z","updated_at":"2026-04-04T18:45:18.000000Z","language_id":1,"user_id":7,"author_id":2434,"publisher_id":0,"category_id":10,"parent_id":null,"author_name":"Anne Collins","category_name":"Why I became a Muslim!","category_slug":"Why-I-became-a-Muslim!","get_date":"2014-09-03","pdf_asset":"http:\/\/www.islamland.com\/uploads\/articles\/Anne Collins, Ex-Christian, USA.pdf","word_asset":"http:\/\/www.islamland.com\/uploads\/articles\/Anne Collins, Ex-Christian, USA.docx"},{"id":1765,"title":"Anne Collins, ex-chr\u00e9tienne, \u00c9tats-Unis","slug":"anne-collins-ex-chrtienne-tats-unis","word":"\/uploads\/articles\/fr-Anne Collins, Ex-Christian, USA.docx","pdf":"\/uploads\/articles\/fr-Anne Collins, Ex-Christian, USA.pdf","mime_type":null,"type":"node","path":"\/nodes\/view\/type:article\/slug:anne-collins-ex-chrtienne-tats-unis","hint":"","body":"

Anne Collins, ex-chrétienne, États-Unis<\/span><\/h1>\r\n

 \"\"<\/p>\r\n

J’ai été élevée dans une famille chrétienne pratiquante.  À cette époque, les Américains étaient plus religieux qu’ils ne le sont aujourd’hui; par exemple, la majorité des familles assistaient à la messe du dimanche.  Mes parents étaient impliqués dans les activités de notre paroisse et il n’était pas rare que des ministres (prêtres protestants) viennent chez nous.  Ma mère enseignait à l’école du dimanche et il m’arrivait de l’assister dans cette tâche.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Même si je ne m’en souviens pas très bien, je crois que j’étais plus religieuse que les autres enfants de mon âge.  À l’un de mes anniversaires, ma tante m’offrit un exemplaire de la Bible, tandis que ma sœur reçut d’elle une poupée.  Je me souviens également avoir demandé un livre de prières à mes parents et d’avoir lu ce livre quotidiennement des années durant.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

À l’école secondaire, je fus inscrite à un programme d’étude de la Bible deux années durant.  Avant de commencer ce programme, j’avais lu certaines parties de la Bible, mais sans les comprendre vraiment, et c’est pourquoi mes attentes étaient élevées : j’allais enfin pouvoir en apprendre davantage sur le livre de Dieu.  Malheureusement, nous étudiâmes plusieurs passages de l’Ancien et du Nouveau Testaments que je trouvai inexplicables, pour ne pas dire étranges.  Par exemple, la Bible parle du péché originel, ce qui signifie que tous les êtres humains naissent pécheurs.  Pourtant, j’avais, à l’époque, un frère qui était encore bébé et je savais bien que les bébés n’étaient pas des pécheurs.  Par ailleurs, la Bible renferme des histoires très étranges et troublantes sur les prophètes Abraham et David, par exemple.  Il m’était impossible de concevoir que des prophètes se comportent de la façon décrite dans la Bible, mais je n’osais interroger notre enseignant, à ce sujet, de crainte d’être jugée.  Heureusement, il y avait parmi nous un garçon qui ne se gênait pas de poser les questions qui me tracassaient et qui, n’obtenant pas de réponses satisfaisantes, persistait à les poser.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

La question qui me troublait le plus était celle de la trinité.  Je n’arrivais tout simplement pas à comprendre le concept.  Comment Dieu pouvait-Il être divisé en trois parties, dont l’une était humaine?  J’avais étudié les mythologies grecque et romaine, à l’école, et je trouvais que l’idée de la trinité et des personnes saintes investies de pouvoirs surnaturels rappelait beaucoup les diverses « divinités » grecques et romaines, qui étaient chargées de différents aspects de la vie humaine.  Le garçon, dans ma classe, qui posait beaucoup de questions en posa plusieurs à ce sujet et ne reçut jamais de réponses satisfaisantes.  Notre enseignant, professeur de théologie de l’Université du Michigan, finit par lui dire de prier pour que Dieu raffermisse sa foi.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

De mon côté, c’est ce que je fis et je priai.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

À l’école secondaire, j’avais, pendant un temps, secrètement souhaité devenir sœur.  J’étais attirée par la routine des prières à heures régulières, par l’idée d’une vie entière dévouée à Dieu et par le fait de me vêtir de manière à identifier clairement mon appartenance religieuse.  Le plus grand obstacle à cette ambition était le fait que je n’étais pas catholique.  Je vivais dans une ville du Midwest où les catholiques constituaient une infime minorité assez mal vue.  De plus, mon éducation protestante m’avait inculqué une aversion pour les statues et l’iconographie religieuse et un rejet de l’idée voulant que des personnes mortes, considérées comme saintes, puissent venir en aide aux gens.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

À l’université, je continuai de réfléchir et de prier.  Les étudiants aiment discuter et débattre de sujets relatifs à la religion et j’entendis de nombreux points de vue.  Comme Yusuf Islam (Cat Stevens), j’étudiai les courants spirituels orientaux : le bouddhisme, le confucianisme et l’hindouisme… mais n’y trouvai aucune réponse à mes questions.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Je fis la rencontre d’un musulman originaire de la Libye, qui me parla un peu de l’islam et du Coran.  Il me dit que l’islam était la plus moderne des religions révélées.  Mais parce que je percevais l’Afrique et le Moyen-Orient comme des régions rétrogrades, j’avais de la difficulté à associer islam et modernité.  Ma famille invita ce Libyen à une messe de Noël.  La messe fut très bien organisée et franchement mémorable.  Mais, à la fin du service, il me demanda : « Qui a mis au point cette façon de faire?  Qui vous a enseigné à quel moment vous devez vous lever, vous asseoir et vous agenouiller?  Bref, qui vous a enseigné cette façon de prier? »  Je lui parlai de l’histoire de l’Église, malgré le fait que ses questions m’avaient irrité au plus haut point.  Mais, plus tard, elles me firent réfléchir.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Les gens qui avaient mis au point cette façon de prier étaient-ils qualifiés pour le faire?  Comment savaient-ils que les prières devaient être accomplies de cette façon?  Avaient-ils reçu des instructions divines?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Même si je ne croyais plus en plusieurs enseignements du christianisme, je continuais d’assister aux messes.  Lorsque la congrégation récitait des prières que je jugeais blasphématoires, comme le Symbole de Nicée, je gardais le silence.  Je me sentais parfois comme une étrangère, dans cette église. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

Et un jour, j’appris avec horreur qu’une personne proche de moi ayant des problèmes maritaux était allée voir un vicaire de notre église pour être conseillée.  Et, profitant de sa douleur et de sa faiblesse, il l’emmena dans un motel pour la séduire.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Jusqu’à ce malheureux événement, je n’avais jamais remis en question le rôle du clergé dans la vie chrétienne.  Maintenant, je n’avais plus le choix.  Beaucoup de chrétiens croient que le pardon ne peut leur être accordé que par l’intermédiaire de la communion, accomplie par un prêtre ou un pasteur.  Pas de pasteur, pas d’absolution, pour eux.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Je retournai à l’église, où je pris place sur un banc et observai les pasteurs devant moi.  Au fond, ils n’étaient guère meilleurs que les membres de la congrégation – certains étaient même pires.  Comment pouvait-il être vrai que l’intervention d’un homme, n’importe quel homme, fut nécessaire à la communion avec Dieu?  Pourquoi ne pouvais-je m’adresser directement à Dieu et recevoir Son absolution directement?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Peu de temps après, je trouvai une traduction anglaise du Coran, dans une librairie; je l’achetai et entamai aussitôt ma lecture.  Je le lus, par intermittence, sur une période de huit ans.  Durant cette période, je continuai d’étudier d’autres religions et je devins de plus en plus consciente de mes péchés, chose qui m’effrayait.  Comment pouvais-je déterminer si Dieu allait me pardonner?  Je ne croyais plus au modèle chrétien du pardon.  Mes péchés me pesaient terriblement et je ne savais comment échapper à leur fardeau.  Je ressentais un profond besoin d’être pardonnée.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

J’ouvris le Coran et lus :<\/span><\/p>\r\n

 « Et tu trouveras que les plus disposés à aimer les croyants sont ceux qui disent : « Nous sommes chrétiens. »  C’est qu’ils comptent parmi eux des prêtres et des moines, et qu’ils ne sont point orgueilleux.  Quand ils écoutent ce qui a été révélé au messager, tu vois leurs yeux déborder de larmes, parce qu’ils ont reconnu la vérité.  Ils disent : « Seigneur !  Nous croyons!  Inscris-nous parmi ceux qui témoignent (de la vérité).  Pourquoi ne croirions-nous pas en Dieu et à ce qui nous est parvenu de la vérité?  Et pourquoi n’aurions-nous pas espoir que notre Seigneur nous fasse entrer [au Paradis] en compagnie des gens vertueux? » (Coran 5:82-84)<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Je vis des musulmans prier, à la télé, et voulus apprendre à prier comme eux.  Je trouvai un livre, écrit par un non-musulman, qui décrivait la prière.  Et, sur la base de ses explications, je tentai de prier comme une musulmane.  Je priai à ma manière, de façon un peu étrange et désespérée, secrètement, des années durant.  Je mémorisai quelques versets du Coran en anglais, sans savoir que les musulmans le mémorisaient en arabe.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

 « Aujourd’hui, J’ai parfait votre religion pour vous et J’ai accompli Mon bienfait sur vous.  Et J’ai choisi l’islam comme religion pour vous. » (Coran 5:3)<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\r\n

En lisant ce verset, je pleurai de joie, car je savais qu’avant même la création de la terre, Dieu avait rédigé ce Coran, pour moi et pour tous ceux qui voulaient bien l’entendre.  Dieu savait, depuis tout ce temps, que moi, Anne Collins, habitant à Cheektowaga, dans l’État de New York, je lirais ce verset en mai 1986 et que je serais sauvée.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Je savais que j’avais maintenant beaucoup de choses à apprendre, comme accomplir la prière correctement.  Le problème était que je ne connaissais aucun musulman.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Aujourd’hui, les musulmans sont bien plus visibles, aux États-Unis, qu’ils ne l’étaient à l’époque.  Je ne savais où les trouver.  Je trouvai le numéro de téléphone d’une société islamique locale et le composai; mais lorsqu’un homme répondit, prise de panique, je raccrochai.  Qu’étais-je censée lui dire?  Se montrerait-il suspicieux à mon égard?  Et pourquoi voudraient-ils de moi, dans leur communauté?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Au cours des deux mois qui suivirent, j’appelai la mosquée à quelques reprises et, à chaque fois, paniquée, je raccrochai.  Finalement, je fis la chose qui m’apparaissait la plus facile : j’écrivis une lettre pour demander de l’information.  Le frère, à la mosquée, m’appela au téléphone et, après m’avoir parlé, m’envoya des brochures sur l’islam.  Je lui dis que je voulais devenir musulmane, mais il me dit : « Attend d’être vraiment sûre. »  Je fus un peu agacée par sa réponse, mais au fond, je savais qu’il avait raison.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Je devins obsédée par l’islam, au point d’y penser jour et nuit.  À plusieurs reprises, je me rendis à la mosquée, en voiture, et en fis le tour plusieurs fois, espérant apercevoir un ou une musulmane et me demandant comment c’était, à l’intérieur.  Finalement, un jour de novembre 1986, alors que j’étais en train de cuisiner, le fait que j’étais musulmane s’imposa à moi comme une évidence.  J’envoyai une seconde lettre à la mosquée, dans laquelle j’avais écrit : « Je crois en Allah, le Seul et Unique Dieu; je crois que Mohammed était Son messager et je souhaite faire partie de ceux qui en attestent. »<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Le frère me téléphona dès le lendemain et je prononçai la shahadah au téléphone.  Il me dit alors que Dieu venait de me pardonner tous mes péchés et que j’étais aussi pure qu’un bébé venant de naître.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Je sentis le fardeau de mes péchés quitter mes épaules et je me mis à pleurer de joie.  Je dormai peu, cette nuit-là, pleurant et répétant le nom de Dieu.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Il m’avait enfin accordé Son pardon.  Alhamdoulillah!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

 <\/p>\r\n

 <\/p>","excerpt":"","terms":null,"visibility_roles":"","comment_status":1,"comment_count":0,"read_counter":7642,"lft":3304,"rght":3305,"promote":1,"sticky":0,"status":1,"publish_start":null,"publish_end":null,"created_at":"2014-09-03T00:17:00.000000Z","updated_at":"2026-04-04T07:17:33.000000Z","language_id":9,"user_id":7,"author_id":2434,"publisher_id":0,"category_id":10,"parent_id":1764,"author_name":"Anne Collins","category_name":"Why I became a Muslim!","category_slug":"Why-I-became-a-Muslim!","get_date":"2014-09-03","pdf_asset":"http:\/\/www.islamland.com\/uploads\/articles\/fr-Anne Collins, Ex-Christian, USA.pdf","word_asset":"http:\/\/www.islamland.com\/uploads\/articles\/fr-Anne Collins, Ex-Christian, USA.docx"},{"id":1766,"title":"Anne Collins, Ex-Christin, USA","slug":"anne-collins-ex-christin-usa","word":"\/uploads\/articles\/de-Anne Collins, Ex-Christian, USA.docx","pdf":"\/uploads\/articles\/de-Anne Collins, Ex-Christian, USA.pdf","mime_type":null,"type":"node","path":"\/nodes\/view\/type:article\/slug:anne-collins-ex-christin-usa","hint":"","body":"

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

 \"\"<\/span><\/p>\r\n

 <\/p>\r\n

Ich bin in einer christlicher Familie aufgewachsen.  Zu jener Zeit waren Amerikaner religiöser als sie es heute sind – die meisten Familien gingen beispielsweise jeden Sonntag zur Kirche.  Meine Eltern waren in der Kirchengemeinde involviert.  Bei uns waren oft Pfarrer (Protestantische “Priester”) zu Hause.  Meine Mutter lehrte in der Sonntagsschule und ich half ihr. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

Ich muss religiöser als andere Kinder gewesen sein, obwohl ich mich daran nicht mehr so gut erinnern kann.  An einem Geburtstag schenkte mir meine Tante eine Bibel und meiner Schwester eine Puppe.  Ein anderes Mal bat ich meine Eltern um ein Gebetsbuch, und ich las es jahrelang täglich. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

Als ich an der Junior High School (Mittelschule) war, nahm ich zwei Jahre lang an einem Bibelstudienprogramm teil.  Bis zu diesem Punkt hatte ich einige Teile der Bibel gelesen, sie aber nicht besonders gut verstanden.  Jetzt hatte ich die Chance zu lernen.  Unglücklicherweise studierten wird viele Passagen des Alten und Neuen Testaments, die ich unerklärbar, sogar wunderlich fand.  Zum Beispiel lehrt die Bibel eine Vorstellung, die als Erbsünde bezeichnet wird, was bedeutet, dass alle Menschen mit Sünden geboren werden.  Ich hatte ein kleinen Bruder, und ich wusste, dass Babys keine Sünden haben.  Die Bibel enthält sehr seltsame und beunruhigende Geschichten über den Propheten Abraham und den Propheten David beispielsweise.  Ich konnte nicht verstehen, wie Propheten sich so verhalten konnten, wie die Bibel es von ihnen erzählt.  Es gab noch viele andere Dinge in der Bibel, die mich beschäftigten, aber ich stellte keine Fragen.  Ich fürchtete mich, zu fragen – ich wollte als “good girl” bekannt sein.  Al-hamdulillah (Gepriesen sei Gott), da war ein Junge, der immer fragte.  <\/span><\/p>\r\n

Die kritischste Angelegenheit war die Vorstellung von der Trinität.  Ich konnte sie nicht begreifen.  Wie konnte Gott drei Teile haben, von denen eines menschlich war?  Nachdem ich an der Schule griechische und römische Mythologie studiert hatte, dachte ich, die Vorstellung von der Trinität und den mächtigen menschlichen Heiligen sei der griechischen und römischen Vorstellung sehr ähnlich, verschiedene sogenannte „Götter“ für alle Bereiche des Lebens zu haben.  (Astaghfir-Ullah!) (O Allah vergib mir!)  Der Junge, der fragte, stellte viele Fragen über Trinität, erhielt viele Antworten und war nie zufrieden.  Genau wie ich.  Schließlich sagte ihm unser Lehrer, ein Professor der Theologie von der Universität Michigan, er solle um Glauben beten. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

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

Als ich in der High School war, wollte ich insgeheim eine Nonne werden.  Ich wurde von der Vorstellung angezogen, zu festen Tageszeiten Andachten zu halten, ein Gott ergebenes Leben zu führen, und mich auf eine Art zu kleiden, die meine religiöse Lebensweise zeigte.  Ein Hindernis war allerdings, dass ich nicht einmal katholisch war.  Ich lebte in einer Stadt im mittleren Westen, in der Katholiken deutlich anders waren und eine unpopuläre Minderheit darstellten.  Außerdem hatte meine religiöse Erziehung mir eine Abneigung gegen religiöse Statuen eingeflößt und einen gesunden Unglauben daran, dass tote Heilige eine Fähigkeit hätten, mir zu helfen.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Im Kollege dachte ich weiter nach und betete.  Studenten reden und diskutieren häufig über Religion und so hörte ich viele unterschiedliche Meinungen.  Wie Yusuf Islam (Cat Stevens) studierte ich die sogenannten östlichen Religionen: Buddhismus, Konfuzianismus und Hinduismus.  Nichts. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

Ich traf einen Muslim aus Libyen, der mir ein wenig über den Islam und den Heiligen Qur´an erzählte.  Er sagte mir, dass der Islam die moderne, aufgefrischte Form der Offenbarungsreligion ist.  Wenn ich an Afrika und den Mittleren Osten als zurück gebliebene Orte dachte, konnte ich mir den Islam nicht als modern vorstellen.  Meine Familie nahm diesen libanesischen Bruder mit zum Christgottesdienst.  Der Gottesdienst war atemberaubend schön, aber am Ende fragte er: “Wer hat diese Prozedur gemacht?  Wer lehrte euch, wann ihr stehen, euch verbeugen oder knien sollt?  Wer lehrte euch das Beten?”  Ich erzählte ihm von der Geschichte der frühen Kirche, aber seine Frage machte mich zuerst ärgerlich, dann aber ließ sie mich nachdenken.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Waren die Menschen, die den Gottesdienst so eingeführt haben, wirklich dazu qualifiziert gewesen?  Woher hatten sie gewusst, welche Form der Gottesdienst haben sollte?  Hatten sie göttliche Anweisungen erhalten?    <\/span><\/p>\r\n

Ich wusste, dass ich an viele der Lehren des Christentums nicht glauben konnte, aber ich ging weiterhin die Kirche.  Wenn die Gemeinde Dinge rezitierte, die ich für blasphemisch hielt, wie das Nicäa Glaubensbekenntnis, blieb ich still – ich rezitierte es nicht.  Ich fühlte  mich fast wie eine Außerirdische, wenigstens wie eine Fremde in der Kirche.  Ich wusste, dass ich an viele Lehren des Christentums nicht glaubte, aber ich ging weiter zur Kirche. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

Horror!  Jemand, der mir sehr nahe stand, hatte schlimme Eheprobleme und ging zum Kurator der Kirche, um seinen Rat einzuholen.  Ihre Schmerzen und ihren Selbsthass ausnutzend, nahm er sie mit in ein Motel und verführte sie. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

Bis zu diesem Punkt hatte ich nicht sorgfältig über die Rolle des Klerus im christlichen Leben nachgedacht.  Jetzt musste ich.  Die meisten Christen glauben, dass Vergebung durch die “Heilige Kommunion” erzielt wird und dass dieser Gottesdienst von einem geweihten Priester oder Pfarrer abgehalten werden muss.  Kein Pfarrer, keine Absolution. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

Ich ging wieder zur Kirche und saß und sah mir diese Pfarrer von vorn an.  Sie waren nicht besser als die Gemeinde – manche waren schlimmer.  Wie konnte es sein, dass der Vermittler des Menschen, eines jeden menschlichen Wesens, für die Kommunion mit Gott notwendig ist?  Warum konnte ich nicht direkt mit Gott kommunizieren und Seine Absolution direkt erhalten? <\/span><\/p>\r\n

Bald darauf, fand ich eine Übersetzung des Qur´an in einem Buchladen, kaufte ihn und begann darin zu lesen.  Ich las darin, stoppte und las wieder, acht Jahre lang. Während dieser Zeit erforschte ich noch andere Religionen.  Ich wurde mir immer mehr meiner Sünden bewusst und fürchtete mich.  Wie konnte ich wissen, ob Gott mir vergeben wird?  Ich glaubte nicht länger an das christliche Modell, die christliche Art der Vergebung.  Meine Sünden lasteten schwer auf mir, und ich wusste nicht, wie ich diese Belastung loswerden konnte.   Ich sehnte mich nach Vergebung.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Ich las im Qur´an:<\/span><\/p>\r\n

“…Sicherlich findest du, dass unter allen Menschen die Juden und die Götzendiener die erbittertsten Gegner der Gläubigen sind. Und du wirst zweifellos finden, dass die, welche sagen: \"Wir sind Christen\" den Gläubigen am freundlichsten gegenüberstehen. Dies (ist so), weil es unter ihnen Priester und Mönche gibt und weil sie nicht hochmütig sind. Und wenn sie hören, was zu dem Gesandten herab gesandt worden ist, siehst du ihre Augen von Tränen überfließen ob der Wahrheit, die sie erkannt haben. Sie sagen: \"Unser Herr, wir glauben, so schreibe uns unter die Bezeugenden. Und weshalb sollten wir nicht an Allah glauben und an die Wahrheit, die zu uns gekommen ist, wo wir innig wünschen, dass unser Herr uns zu den Rechtschaffenen zählen möge?”<\/strong> (Quran 5:82-84)<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Ich sah in den Fernsehnachrichten Muslime, die beten, und ich wollte lernen, wie es geht.  Ich fand ein Buch (von einem Nicht-Muslim) das es beschrieb, und ich probierte es aus.  (Ich wusste nichts von Tahara<\/em> – ritueller Reinheit – und ich betete nicht korrekt).  Ich betete auf meine eigene seltsame, verzweifelte Art und Weise, heimlich und allein, mehrere Jahre lang.  Ich lernte ein paar Abschnitte aus dem Qur´an auf englisch, ich wusste ja nicht, dass Muslime den Qur´an auf arabisch auswendig lernen. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

Nachdem ich acht Jahre im Qur´an gelesen hatte, fand ich schließlich folgenden Vers:.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

“Heute habe Ich euch eure Religion vervollkommnet und Meine Gnade an euch vollendet und euch den Islam zum Glauben erwählt.” (Quran 5:3)<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Ich weinte vor Freude, den ich wusste, vor langer Zeit, vor der Schöpfung der Erde, hatte Gott diesen Qur´an für mich und andere geschrieben.  Gott hatte gewusst, dass Anne Collins, in Cheektowaga, NY, USA, diesen Vers des Qur´an im Mai 1986 lesen würde und gerettet sein wird.  <\/span><\/p>\r\n

Nun wusste ich, dass es viele Dine gab, die ich lernen musste, zum Beispiel, wie man das tägliche Gebet verrichtet.  Das Problem war, dass ich überhaupt keine Muslime kannte.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Muslime sieht man jetzt mehr in den US als damals.  Ich wusste nicht, wo ich welche finden konnte.  Ich fand im Telefonbuch die Nummer einer Islamischen Gemeinschaft und ich wählte sie; als aber ein Mann antwortete, bekam ich Panik und legte auf.  Was sollte ich sagen?  Wie würden sie mir antworten?  Würden sie misstrauisch sein?  Warum sollten sie mich wollen, wo sie doch einander und den Islam hatten?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

In den kommenden Monaten rief ich einige Male bei der Moschee an, und jedes Mal bekam ich Panik und legte wieder auf.  Schließlich schrieb ich feige einen Brief und bat um Informationen.  Der nette, geduldige Bruder von der Moschee rief mich an, und dann fing er an, mir Broschüren über den Islam zu schicken.  Ich teilte ihm mit, dass ich ein Muslim werden wollte, aber er riet mir: „Warte, bis du dir sicher bist“.  Das regte mich auf, dass er sagte, ich solle warten, aber ich wusste, er hatte recht damit, dass ich mir sicher sein müsse, denn wenn ich erst einmal den Islam angenommen hatte, wird nichts mehr so sein wie früher.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Ich wurde wie besessen vom Islam.  Ich dachte Tag und Nacht daran.  Bei verschiedenen Gelegenheiten fuhr ich zur Moschee (zu jener Zeit war es ein altes, umgebautes Haus) und umkreiste sie mehrere Male in der Hoffnung, einen Muslim zu sehen, und ich fragte mich, wie es drinnen aussah.  An einem Novembertag 1986, als ich in der Küche arbeitete, wusste ich endlich genau, dass ich Muslim war.  Immer noch ein Feigling schickte ich der Moschee einen Brief.  Darin stand: “Ich glaube an Allah (Gott), den Einen Wahren Gott, ich glaube, dass Muhammad Sein Gesandter gewesen ist und ich möchte zu den Zeugen gehören.”<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Der Bruder rief mich am nächsten Tag an, und ich sprach meine Schahadah<\/em>[1]<\/a> am Telefon mit ihm aus.  Er erklärte mir dann, dass Gott mir in diesem Augenblick alle meine Sünden vergeben hat und dass ich nun rein sei, wie ein neugeborenes Baby.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Ich fühlte die Last der Sünden von meinen Schultern gleiten, und ich weinte vor Freude.  In der Nacht schlief ich nur wenig, weinte und wiederholte Gottes Namen. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

Die Vergebung ist gewährt worden.  Alhamdulillah!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

 <\/p>\r\n

\r\n
\r\n<\/div>\r\n

Footnotes:<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\r\n

[1]<\/a> Das Bekenntnis, das jemand ausspricht, wenn er den Islam annimmt (und viele Male an jedem Tag: Ich bezeuge, dass es keine Gottheit gibt außer Gott und ich bezeuge, dass Muhammad, Gottes Segen und Frieden seien auf ihm, ein Gesandter Gottes ist. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

 <\/p>\r\n

 <\/p>","excerpt":"","terms":null,"visibility_roles":"","comment_status":1,"comment_count":0,"read_counter":10085,"lft":3306,"rght":3307,"promote":1,"sticky":0,"status":1,"publish_start":null,"publish_end":null,"created_at":"2014-09-03T00:17:00.000000Z","updated_at":"2026-04-03T23:23:07.000000Z","language_id":7,"user_id":7,"author_id":2434,"publisher_id":0,"category_id":10,"parent_id":1764,"author_name":"Anne Collins","category_name":"Why I became a Muslim!","category_slug":"Why-I-became-a-Muslim!","get_date":"2014-09-03","pdf_asset":"http:\/\/www.islamland.com\/uploads\/articles\/de-Anne Collins, Ex-Christian, USA.pdf","word_asset":"http:\/\/www.islamland.com\/uploads\/articles\/de-Anne Collins, Ex-Christian, USA.docx"},{"id":1767,"title":"Anne Collins, ex-crist\u00e3, EUA","slug":"anne-collins-ex-crist-eua","word":"\/uploads\/articles\/pt-Anne Collins, Ex-Christian, USA.docx","pdf":"\/uploads\/articles\/pt-Anne Collins, Ex-Christian, USA.pdf","mime_type":null,"type":"node","path":"\/nodes\/view\/type:article\/slug:anne-collins-ex-crist-eua","hint":"","body":"

Anne Collins, ex-cristã, EUA<\/span><\/h1>\r\n

 \"\"<\/span><\/p>\r\n

 <\/p>\r\n

Cresci em uma família cristã religiosa.  Naquela época os norte-americanos eram mais religiosos do que são agora - a maioria das famílias ia à igreja todos os domingos, por exemplo.  Meus pais eram envolvidos na comunidade da igreja.  Frequentemente tínhamos ministros (\"sacerdotes\" protestantes) na casa.  Minha mãe ensinava na escola dominical e eu a ajudava.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Devo ter sido mais religiosa que as outras crianças, embora não me lembre de sê-lo.  Em um aniversário minha tia me deu uma Bíblia e para minha irmã uma boneca.  Outra vez pedi aos meus pais um livro de orações e o li diariamente por muitos anos.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Quando estava no segundo grau frequentei o programa de estudos bíblicos por dois anos.  Até esse ponto tinha lido algumas partes da Bíblia, mas não os tinha compreendido muito bem.  Agora era minha chance de aprender.  Infelizmente estudamos muitas passagens no Velho e Novo Testamento que achei inexplicáveis e até bizarras.  Por exemplo, a Bíblia ensina uma ideia chamada de Pecado Original, que significa que todos os humanos nascem pecadores.  Eu tinha um irmão ainda bebê e sabia que os bebês não eram pecadores.  A Bíblia tem histórias muito estranhas e perturbadoras sobre o profeta Abraão e o profeta Davi, por exemplo.  Não podia entender como profetas podiam se comportar da forma que a Bíblia dizia.  Havia muitas, muitas outras coisas que me intrigavam sobre a Bíblia, mas não fazia perguntas.  Tinha medo de perguntar - queria ser conhecida como uma \"boa menina\". Alhamdulillah (graças a Deus) havia um menino que perguntava e continha perguntando.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

O assunto mais crítico era a noção de Trindade.  Não conseguia entendê-la.  Como Deus podia ter três partes, uma das quais era humana?  Tendo estudado mitologia grega e romana na escola, considerei a ideia da Trindade e santos humanos poderosos muito semelhante às ideias grega e romana de ter diferentes supostos \"deuses\" encarregados de aspectos diferentes da vida.  (Astaghfir-Ullah!) (Busco o perdão de Deus) O menino fazia muitas perguntas sobre a Trindade, recebia muitas respostas e nunca estava satisfeito.  Nem eu. Finalmente nosso professor, um professor de Teologia da universidade de Michigan, disse a ele para orar pedindo para ter fé.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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

Quando estava no segundo grau secretamente quis ser freira.  Era atraída pelo padrão de oferecer devoções em determinados horários do dia, de uma vida inteiramente devotada a Deus e de me vestir de uma forma que declarava meu estilo de vida religioso.  Um obstáculo a essa ambição, entretanto, era eu não ser católica.  Morava em uma cidade do meio-oeste na qual os católicos eram uma minoria diferente e impopular!  Além disso, minha educação protestante tinha instilado em mim uma aversão pelas esculturas religiosas e uma descrença saudável na capacidade de santos mortos poderem me ajudar.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Na universidade continuei a pensar e orar.  Os alunos frequentemente conversavam e discutiam sobre religião e ouvi muitas ideias diferentes.  Como Yusuf Islam (Cat Stevens), estudei as chamadas religiões orientais: Budismo, Confucionismo e Hinduísmo.  Não consegui ajuda ali.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Encontrei um muçulmano da Líbia que me falou um pouco sobre o Islã e o Alcorão Sagrado.  Ele me disse que o Islã é a forma moderna e mais atualizada da religião revelada.  Como considerava a África e o Oriente Médio como lugares atrasados, não podia ver o Islã como moderno. Minha família levou esse irmão líbio a um serviço religioso de Natal.  O serviço estava deslumbrantemente belo, mas no final ele perguntou: \"Quem elaborou esse procedimento?  Quem ensinou vocês quando ficar de pé, se curvar e ajoelhar?  Quem ensinou vocês como orar?\" Contei a ele sobre a história da Igreja primitiva, mas a pergunta dele me deixou zangada no início e depois me fez pensar.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

As pessoas que elaboraram o serviço de adoração eram realmente qualificadas para fazê-lo?  Como sabiam a forma que a adoração tomaria?  Tinham tido instrução divina?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sabia que não acreditava em muitos dos ensinamentos do Cristianismo, mas continuei a frequentar a igreja.  Quando a congregação recitava partes que acreditava ser blasfemas, como o Credo Niceno, ficava em silêncio - não as recitava.  Eu me sentia quase uma estranha na igreja. Sabia que não acreditava em muitos dos ensinamentos do Cristianismo, mas continuei a frequentar a igreja. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

Horror!  Alguém muito próximo a mim, com graves problemas conjugais, foi ao vigário de nossa igreja em busca de conselho.  Tirando vantagem de sua dor e autoaversão, ele a levou a um motel e a seduziu.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Até esse momento não tinha considerado de forma cuidadosa o papel do clero na vida cristã.  Agora tinha que fazê-lo.  A maioria dos cristãos acreditam que o perdão vem por meio do serviço da \"comunhão sagrada\" e que o serviço deve ser conduzido por um padre ou ministro ordenado.  Sem ministro, não há absolvição.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Fui à igreja novamente, sentei e olhei para os ministros à minha frente.  Não eram melhores que a congregação - alguns deles eram piores.  Como podia ser verdade que a intermediação de um homem, de qualquer ser humano, fosse necessária para a comunhão com Deus?  Por que eu não podia lidar com Deus diretamente e receber Sua absolvição diretamente?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Logo depois disso encontrei uma tradução dos significados do Alcorão em uma livraria, comprei-a e comecei a lê-la.  Eu a li, indo e vindo, por oito anos.  Durante esse tempo continuei a investigar outras religiões. Fiquei cada vez mais ciente e temerosa de meus pecados.  Como podia saber se Deus me perdoaria?  Não acreditava mais que o modelo cristão, a forma cristã de ser perdoada, funcionava. Meus pecados pesavam muito sobre mim e não sabia como escapar de seu fardo. Ansiava por perdão.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Li no Alcorão:<\/span><\/p>\r\n

\"... mais próximos do afeto dos crentes são os que dizem: Somos cristãos! Porque possuem sacerdotes devotados ao conhecimento e que não se ensoberbecem de coisa alguma.  E, ao escutarem o que foi revelado ao Mensageiro, tu vês lágrimas a lhes brotarem nos olhos; reconhecem naquilo a verdade.  Dizem: Ó Senhor nosso,  cremos!   Inscreve-nos entre os testemunhadores!  E por que não haveríamos de crer em Deus e em tudo quanto nos chegou, da verdade, e como não haveríamos de aspirar a que nosso Senhor nos contasse entre os virtuosos?\"<\/strong> (Alcorão 5:82-84)<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Vi muçulmanos orando no canal de notícias e quis aprender como.   Encontrei um livro (de um não-muçulmano) que descrevia e tentei fazer a oração eu mesma.  (Não sabia nada sobre Taharah - pureza ritual - e não orei corretamente)  Orei de meu próprio jeito estranho e desesperado, secretamente e sozinha, por vários anos.  Memorizei algumas partes do Alcorão em inglês, sem saber que os muçulmanos memorizam o Alcorão em árabe.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Finalmente depois de oito anos lendo o Alcorão, encontrei esse versículo:<\/span><\/p>\r\n

\"Hoje, completei a religião para vós; tenho-vos agraciado generosamente e escolhi para vós o Islã como sua religião.\" (Alcorão 5:3)<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Chorei de alegria porque sabia que, muito tempo atrás, antes da criação da Terra, Deus tinha escrito esse Alcorão para mim e para outros.  Deus sabia que Anne Collins em Cheektowaga, Nova Iorque, EUA, leria esse versículo do Alcorão em maio de 1986 e seria salva.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Agora sabia que havia muitas coisas que tinha que aprender, por exemplo, como oferecer a oração islâmica formal.  O problema é que eu não conhecia muçulmanos.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Os muçulmanos são muito mais visíveis nos EUA agora do que eram na época.  Não sabia onde encontrá-los. Encontrei o número do telefone da Sociedade Islâmica na lista telefônica, disquei, mas quando um homem atendeu entrei em pânico e desliguei.  O que eu devia dizer?  Como eles me responderiam?  Ficariam desconfiados?  Por que iriam me querer se tinham uns aos outros e seu Islã?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Nos dois meses seguintes liguei para a mesquita várias vezes e a cada vez entrei em pânico e desliguei. Finalmente tomei uma atitude covarde: escrevi uma carta pedindo informação. O irmão paciente e gentil na mesquita me ligou e começou a enviar panfletos sobre o Islã. Disse a ele que queria ser muçulmana, mas ele me disse: \"Espere até ter certeza.\" Fiquei chateada por ele ter dito para eu esperar, mas sabia que estava certo, que tinha que ter certeza porque uma vez que aceitasse o Islã, nada seria como antes novamente.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Fiquei obcecada com o Islã.  Pensava sobre isso dia e noite.  Em várias ocasiões dirigi até a mesquita (na época era uma antiga casa) e a circulei muitas vezes, esperando ver um muçulmano, me perguntando como era por dentro. Finalmente um dia no início de novembro de 1986, enquanto trabalhava na cozinha, repentinamente soube, soube que era muçulmana.  Ainda uma covarde, enviei para a mesquita outra carta.  Dizia: \"Acredito em Allah (Deus), no Verdadeiro e Único Deus, acredito que Muhammad é Seu mensageiro e quero estar entre as testemunhas.\"<\/span><\/p>\r\n

O irmão me ligou no dia seguinte e fiz minha shahadah[1]<\/a> com ele por telefone.  Então ele me disse que Deus tinha perdoado todos os meus pecados naquele momento e que eu era pura com um bebê recém-nascido.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Senti o fardo do pecado sair dos meus ombros e chorei de alegria.  Dormi pouco aquela noite, chorando e repetindo o nome de Deus.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

O perdão tinha sido concedido.  Alhamdulillah!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

 <\/p>\r\n

\r\n
\r\n<\/div>\r\n

Footnotes:<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\r\n

[1]<\/a> A declaração que uma pessoa faz quando aceita o Islã (e muitas vezes ao dia depois disso): Testemunho que não há divindade além de Deus e que Muhammad é Seu mensageiro.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

 <\/p>\r\n

 <\/p>","excerpt":"","terms":null,"visibility_roles":"","comment_status":1,"comment_count":0,"read_counter":9120,"lft":3308,"rght":3309,"promote":1,"sticky":0,"status":1,"publish_start":null,"publish_end":null,"created_at":"2014-09-03T00:17:00.000000Z","updated_at":"2026-04-04T19:28:06.000000Z","language_id":15,"user_id":7,"author_id":2434,"publisher_id":0,"category_id":10,"parent_id":1764,"author_name":"Anne Collins","category_name":"Why I became a Muslim!","category_slug":"Why-I-became-a-Muslim!","get_date":"2014-09-03","pdf_asset":"http:\/\/www.islamland.com\/uploads\/articles\/pt-Anne Collins, Ex-Christian, USA.pdf","word_asset":"http:\/\/www.islamland.com\/uploads\/articles\/pt-Anne Collins, Ex-Christian, USA.docx"},{"id":1768,"title":"\u30a2\u30f3\u30fb\u30b3\u30ea\u30f3\u30ba\u3000\u7c73\u56fd\u51fa\u8eab\u306e\u5143\u30ad\u30ea\u30b9\u30c8\u6559\u5f92","slug":"dghdg","word":"\/uploads\/articles\/ja-Anne Collins, Ex-Christian, USA.docx","pdf":"\/uploads\/articles\/ja-Anne Collins, Ex-Christian, USA.pdf","mime_type":null,"type":"node","path":"\/nodes\/view\/type:article\/slug:dghdg","hint":"","body":"

\u30a2\u30f3\u30fb\u30b3\u30ea\u30f3\u30ba\u3000\u7c73\u56fd\u51fa\u8eab\u306e\u5143\u30ad\u30ea\u30b9\u30c8\u6559\u5f92<\/span><\/h1>\r\n

 \"\"<\/span><\/p>\r\n

 <\/p>\r\n

\u79c1\u306f\u5b97\u6559\u7684\u306a\u30ad\u30ea\u30b9\u30c8\u6559\u5f92\u306e\u5bb6\u5ead\u3067\u80b2\u3061\u307e\u3057\u305f\u3002\u5f53\u6642\u306e\u7c73\u56fd\u4eba\u306f\u3001\u4eca\u3088\u308a\u3082\u5b97\u6559\u7684\u3067\u3057\u305f\u3002\u4f8b\u3048\u3070\u3001\u5927\u534a\u306e\u5bb6\u65cf\u306f\u65e5\u66dc\u65e5\u306b\u6559\u4f1a\u306b\u884c\u3063\u3066\u3044\u307e\u3057\u305f\u3002\u79c1\u306e\u4e21\u89aa\u306f\u6559\u4f1a\u306e\u30b3\u30df\u30e5\u30cb\u30c6\u30a3\u3067\u6d3b\u52d5\u3057\u3066\u304a\u308a\u3001\u79c1\u305f\u3061\u306f\u305f\u3073\u305f\u3073\u8056\u8077\u8005\u3092\u5bb6\u306b\u62db\u3044\u3066\u3044\u307e\u3057\u305f\u3057\u3001\u6bcd\u306f\u65e5\u66dc\u5b66\u6821\u3067\u6559\u3048\u3001\u79c1\u306f\u5f7c\u5973\u306e\u624b\u52a9\u3051\u3092\u3057\u3066\u3044\u307e\u3057\u305f\u3002<\/span><\/p>\r\n

\u79c1\u306f\u4ed6\u306e\u5b50\u3069\u3082\u305f\u3061\u3088\u308a\u3082\u5b97\u6559\u7684\u3060\u3063\u305f\u306e\u3060\u3068\u8a00\u3048\u308b\u304b\u3082\u77e5\u308c\u307e\u305b\u3093\u3002\u3042\u308b\u6642\u306e\u8a95\u751f\u65e5\u3067\u3001\u53d4\u6bcd\u304c\u79c1\u306b\u8056\u66f8\u3092\u304f\u308c\u3001\u59c9\u59b9\u306f\u4eba\u5f62\u3092\u304f\u308c\u307e\u3057\u305f\u3002\u5225\u306e\u6642\u306b\u306f\u3001\u79c1\u306f\u4e21\u89aa\u306b\u7948\u308a\u306e\u672c\u3092\u983c\u307f\u3001\u305d\u306e\u5f8c\u4f55\u5e74\u9593\u306b\u3082\u6e21\u3063\u3066\u305d\u308c\u3092\u6bce\u65e5\u8aad\u3093\u3067\u3044\u307e\u3057\u305f\u3002<\/span><\/p>\r\n

\u4e2d\u5b66\u6821\u306b\u5165\u3063\u305f\u9803\u3001\u79c1\u306f2\u5e74\u9593\u306e\u8056\u66f8\u52c9\u5f37\u30d7\u30ed\u30b0\u30e9\u30e0\u306b\u53c2\u52a0\u3057\u307e\u3057\u305f\u3002\u305d\u308c\u307e\u3067\u3001\u79c1\u306f\u8056\u66f8\u306e\u4e00\u90e8\u3092\u8aad\u3093\u3067\u306f\u3044\u307e\u3057\u305f\u304c\u3001\u3088\u304f\u7406\u89e3\u51fa\u6765\u3066\u3044\u307e\u305b\u3093\u3067\u3057\u305f\u3002\u305d\u3057\u3066\u305d\u308c\u3092\u5b66\u3076\u6a5f\u4f1a\u304c\u8a2a\u308c\u305f\u306e\u3067\u3059\u3002\u6b8b\u5ff5\u306a\u3053\u3068\u306b\u3001\u79c1\u305f\u3061\u306f\u65b0\u65e7\u7d04\u8056\u66f8\u306e\u4e2d\u306e\u7406\u89e3\u3057\u96e3\u3044\u3001\u3042\u308b\u3044\u306f\u5947\u602a\u306a\u304f\u3060\u308a\u3092\u591a\u304f\u5b66\u3073\u307e\u3057\u305f\u3002\u4f8b\u3048\u3070\u3001\u8056\u66f8\u306f\u4eba\u306f\u751f\u307e\u308c\u306a\u304c\u3089\u306b\u3057\u3066\u7f6a\u6df1\u3044\u3068\u3044\u3046\u3001\u539f\u7f6a\u3068\u3044\u3046\u6982\u5ff5\u306b\u3064\u3044\u3066\u8aac\u304d\u307e\u3059\u3002\u79c1\u306b\u306f\u4e73\u5150\u306e\u5f1f\u304c\u304a\u308a\u3001\u4e73\u5150\u304c\u7f6a\u6df1\u3044\u306f\u305a\u304c\u306a\u3044\u3068\u601d\u3063\u3066\u3044\u307e\u3057\u305f\u3002\u307e\u305f\u3001\u8056\u66f8\u306b\u306f\u9810\u8a00\u8005\u30a2\u30d6\u30e9\u30cf\u30e0\u3068\u9810\u8a00\u8005\u30c0\u30d3\u30c7\u306b\u307e\u3064\u308f\u308b\u9014\u65b9\u3082\u306a\u3044\u9038\u8a71\u304c\u3042\u308a\u307e\u3059\u3002\u79c1\u306f\u3001\u8056\u66f8\u306b\u304a\u3044\u3066\u8ff0\u3079\u3089\u308c\u3066\u3044\u308b\u3088\u3046\u306a\u632f\u308b\u821e\u3044\u3092\u3001\u9810\u8a00\u8005\u305f\u3061\u304c\u3059\u308b\u3068\u306f\u3068\u3066\u3082\u601d\u3048\u307e\u305b\u3093\u3067\u3057\u305f\u3002\u8056\u66f8\u306b\u306f\u975e\u5e38\u306b\u591a\u304f\u306e\u6df7\u4e71\u3055\u305b\u308b\u7b87\u6240\u304c\u3042\u308a\u307e\u3057\u305f\u304c\u3001\u79c1\u306f\u305d\u308c\u3089\u306e\u8cea\u554f\u3092\u3057\u307e\u305b\u3093\u3067\u3057\u305f\u3002\u79c1\u306f\u300c\u826f\u3044\u5b50\u300d\u3068\u3057\u3066\u8a8d\u8b58\u3055\u308c\u305f\u304b\u3063\u305f\u305f\u3081\u3001\u8cea\u554f\u3059\u308b\u306e\u3092\u6016\u308c\u305f\u306e\u3067\u3059\u3002\u30a2\u30eb\u30cf\u30e0\u30c9\u30a5\u30ea\u30c3\u30e9\u30fc\uff08\u795e\u306b\u79f0\u8cdb\u3042\u308c\uff09\u3001\u3057\u304b\u3057\u305d\u3053\u306b\u306f\u8cea\u554f\u3092\u7e70\u308a\u8fd4\u3059\u7537\u306e\u5b50\u304c\u3044\u305f\u306e\u3067\u3059\u3002<\/span><\/p>\r\n

\u6700\u3082\u6c7a\u5b9a\u7684\u3060\u3063\u305f\u306e\u306f\u3001\u4e09\u4f4d\u4e00\u4f53\u306e\u6982\u5ff5\u3067\u3057\u305f\u3002\u79c1\u306f\u305d\u308c\u3092\u3069\u3046\u3057\u3066\u3082\u7406\u89e3\u51fa\u6765\u307e\u305b\u3093\u3067\u3057\u305f\u3002\u306a\u305c\u795e\u306b\u4e09\u3064\u306e\u90e8\u5206\u304c\u3042\u308a\u3001\u305d\u306e\u3046\u3061\u306e\u4e00\u3064\u304c\u4eba\u9593\u306b\u306a\u308b\u306e\u3067\u3057\u3087\u3046\u304b\uff1f\u3000\u79c1\u306f\u30ae\u30ea\u30b7\u30e3\u30fb\u30ed\u30fc\u30de\u306e\u795e\u8a71\u5b66\u3092\u5b66\u6821\u3067\u7fd2\u3063\u3066\u3044\u305f\u3053\u3068\u304b\u3089\u3001\u4e09\u4f4d\u4e00\u4f53\u3001\u305d\u3057\u3066\u7279\u5225\u306a\u529b\u3092\u6301\u3064\u8056\u4eba\u305f\u3061\u306e\u6982\u5ff5\u306f\u3001\u30ae\u30ea\u30b7\u30e3\u30fb\u30ed\u30fc\u30de\u306e\u795e\u3005\u304c\u65e5\u5e38\u306e\u7570\u306a\u308b\u5074\u9762\u306b\u529b\u3092\u53ca\u307c\u3059\u3068\u3044\u3046\u6982\u5ff5\u306b\u975e\u5e38\u306b\u4f3c\u901a\u3063\u3066\u3044\u308b\u3068\u611f\u3058\u3066\u3044\u307e\u3057\u305f\u3002\u8cea\u554f\u3057\u305f\u7537\u306e\u5b50\u306f\u4e09\u4f4d\u4e00\u4f53\u306b\u3064\u3044\u3066\u591a\u304f\u306e\u8cea\u554f\u3092\u3057\u3001\u591a\u304f\u306e\u8fd4\u7b54\u3092\u5f97\u307e\u3057\u305f\u304c\u3001\u6c7a\u3057\u3066\u305d\u308c\u3089\u306b\u6e80\u8db3\u3057\u3066\u3044\u306a\u3044\u69d8\u5b50\u3067\u3057\u305f\u3002\u79c1\u3082\u540c\u69d8\u3067\u3057\u305f\u3002\u7d50\u5c40\u3001\u79c1\u305f\u3061\u306e\u6559\u5e2b\u3060\u3063\u305f\u30df\u30b7\u30ac\u30f3\u5927\u5b66\u306e\u795e\u5b66\u6559\u6388\u306f\u3001\u4fe1\u4ef0\u306e\u305f\u3081\u306b\u7948\u308b\u3088\u3046\u5f7c\u306b\u544a\u3052\u305f\u306e\u3067\u3059\u3002<\/span><\/p>\r\n

\u79c1\u306f\u7948\u308a\u307e\u3057\u305f\u3002<\/span><\/p>\r\n

\u79c1\u306f\u9ad8\u6821\u751f\u306e\u6642\u3001\u5bc6\u304b\u306b\u4fee\u9053\u5973\u306b\u306a\u308a\u305f\u3044\u3068\u601d\u3063\u3066\u3044\u307e\u3057\u305f\u3002\u6bce\u65e5\u6c7a\u3081\u3089\u308c\u305f\u6642\u9593\u306b\u7948\u7977\u3092\u6367\u3052\u308b\u3053\u3068\u3001\u305d\u3057\u3066\u795e\u306b\u5b8c\u5168\u306b\u732e\u8eab\u3059\u308b\u4eba\u751f\u3068\u3001\u305d\u3046\u3057\u305f\u5b97\u6559\u7684\u66ae\u3089\u3057\u3092\u8868\u660e\u3059\u308b\u8eab\u306a\u308a\u306b\u79c1\u306f\u8208\u5473\u3092\u6301\u3063\u3066\u3044\u307e\u3057\u305f\u3002\u3053\u306e\u9858\u671b\u3078\u306e\u969c\u5bb3\u306f\u3001\u79c1\u306f\u30ab\u30c8\u30ea\u30c3\u30af\u3067\u306f\u306a\u304b\u3063\u305f\u3053\u3068\u3067\u3059\u3002\u79c1\u306f\u3001\u30ab\u30c8\u30ea\u30c3\u30af\u304c\u5c11\u6570\u6d3e\u306e\u4e2d\u897f\u90e8\u306e\u753a\u306b\u4f4f\u3093\u3067\u3044\u305f\u306e\u3067\u3059\u3002\u3055\u3089\u306b\u3001\u30d7\u30ed\u30c6\u30b9\u30bf\u30f3\u30c8\u306e\u74b0\u5883\u3067\u80b2\u3063\u305f\u3053\u3068\u306f\u3001\u5b97\u6559\u7684\u306a\u5076\u50cf\u3078\u306e\u5acc\u60aa\u611f\u3068\u3001\u6b7b\u3093\u3060\u8056\u4eba\u306b\u79c1\u305f\u3061\u3092\u52a9\u3051\u308b\u80fd\u529b\u304c\u3042\u308b\u3053\u3068\u3078\u306e\u5065\u5168\u306a\u4e0d\u4fe1\u4ef0\u3092\u79c1\u306b\u690d\u3048\u3064\u3051\u3066\u3044\u305f\u306e\u3067\u3059\u3002<\/span><\/p>\r\n

\u5927\u5b66\u3067\u3082\u79c1\u306f\u8003\u3048\u3001\u7948\u308a\u7d9a\u3051\u3066\u3044\u307e\u3057\u305f\u3002\u5b66\u751f\u305f\u3061\u306f\u305f\u3073\u305f\u3073\u5b97\u6559\u306b\u3064\u3044\u3066\u8b70\u8ad6\u3057\u3001\u79c1\u3082\u7570\u306a\u308b\u8003\u3048\u65b9\u306b\u89e6\u308c\u308b\u3088\u3046\u306b\u306a\u308a\u307e\u3057\u305f\u3002\u30e6\u30fc\u30b9\u30d5\u30fb\u30a4\u30b9\u30e9\u30fc\u30e0\uff08\u30ad\u30e3\u30c3\u30c8\u30fb\u30b9\u30c6\u30a3\u30fc\u30d6\u30f3\u30b9\uff09\u306e\u3088\u3046\u306b\u3001\u79c1\u3082\u4ecf\u6559\u30fb\u5112\u6559\u30fb\u30d2\u30f3\u30ba\u30fc\u6559\u306e\u3088\u3046\u306a\u6771\u6d0b\u306e\u8af8\u5b97\u6559\u306b\u3064\u3044\u3066\u5b66\u3073\u307e\u3057\u305f\u3002\u3057\u304b\u3057\u305d\u308c\u3089\u306f\u4f55\u306e\u5f79\u306b\u3082\u305f\u3061\u307e\u305b\u3093\u3067\u3057\u305f\u3002<\/span><\/p>\r\n

\u79c1\u306f\u30ea\u30d3\u30a2\u51fa\u8eab\u306e\u30e0\u30b9\u30ea\u30e0\u3068\u51fa\u4f1a\u3044\u3001\u30a4\u30b9\u30e9\u30fc\u30e0\u3084\u8056\u30af\u30eb\u30a2\u30fc\u30f3\u306b\u3064\u3044\u3066\u5c11\u3057\u6559\u308f\u308a\u307e\u3057\u305f\u3002\u5f7c\u306f\u3001\u30a4\u30b9\u30e9\u30fc\u30e0\u304c\u6700\u3082\u30e2\u30c0\u30f3\u3067\u3001\u30a2\u30c3\u30d7\u30c7\u30fc\u30c8\u3055\u308c\u305f\u5553\u793a\u5b97\u6559\u306e\u6700\u7d42\u5f62\u614b\u3067\u3042\u308b\u3068\u8a00\u3044\u307e\u3057\u305f\u3002\u79c1\u306f\u30a2\u30d5\u30ea\u30ab\u3084\u4e2d\u6771\u304c\u5f8c\u9032\u56fd\u3060\u3068\u601d\u3044\u8fbc\u3093\u3067\u3044\u305f\u305f\u3081\u3001\u30a4\u30b9\u30e9\u30fc\u30e0\u304c\u30e2\u30c0\u30f3\u3060\u3068\u306f\u601d\u3048\u307e\u305b\u3093\u3067\u3057\u305f\u3002\u79c1\u306e\u5bb6\u65cf\u306f\u3001\u3053\u306e\u30ea\u30d3\u30a2\u4eba\u306e\u5144\u5f1f\u3092\u6559\u4f1a\u3067\u306e\u30af\u30ea\u30b9\u30de\u30b9\u96c6\u5408\u793c\u62dd\u306b\u9023\u308c\u3066\u3044\u304d\u307e\u3057\u305f\u3002\u793c\u62dd\u306f\u606f\u3092\u98f2\u3080\u307b\u3069\u7f8e\u3057\u304b\u3063\u305f\u306e\u3067\u3059\u304c\u3001\u305d\u306e\u6700\u5f8c\u3067\u5f7c\u306f\u5c0b\u306d\u307e\u3057\u305f\u3002\u300c\u3053\u306e\u624b\u9806\u3092\u4f5c\u308a\u51fa\u3057\u305f\u306e\u306f\u8ab0\u3067\u3059\u304b\uff1f\u3000\u7acb\u3061\u4e0a\u304c\u3063\u305f\u308a\u3001\u982d\u3092\u5782\u308c\u305f\u308a\u3001\u3072\u3056\u307e\u305a\u3044\u305f\u308a\u3059\u308b\u3053\u3068\u3092\u6559\u3048\u305f\u306e\u306f\u8ab0\u3067\u3059\u304b\uff1f\u3000\u7948\u308a\u3092\u6559\u3048\u305f\u306e\u306f\u8ab0\u3067\u3059\u304b\uff1f\u300d\u79c1\u306f\u521d\u671f\u30ad\u30ea\u30b9\u30c8\u6559\u306e\u6b74\u53f2\u3092\u5f7c\u306b\u6559\u3048\u307e\u3057\u305f\u3002\u5f7c\u306e\u8cea\u554f\u306f\u3001\u5f53\u521d\u79c1\u3092\u61a4\u6168\u3055\u305b\u307e\u3057\u305f\u304c\u3001\u5f8c\u65e5\u306b\u306a\u3063\u3066\u8003\u3048\u3055\u305b\u308b\u3082\u306e\u3067\u3057\u305f\u3002<\/span><\/p>\r\n

\u96c6\u5408\u793c\u62dd\u3092\u8a2d\u8a08\u3057\u305f\u4eba\u7269\u306f\u3001\u672c\u5f53\u306b\u305d\u3046\u3059\u308b\u8cc7\u683c\u304c\u3042\u3063\u305f\u306e\u3067\u3057\u3087\u3046\u304b\uff1f\u3000\u5f7c\u3089\u306f\u5d07\u62dd\u884c\u70ba\u3092\u3069\u306e\u3088\u3046\u306a\u624b\u9806\u3067\u884c\u3048\u3070\u826f\u3044\u306e\u304b\u77e5\u3063\u3066\u3044\u305f\u306e\u3067\u3057\u3087\u3046\u304b\uff1f\u3000\u5f7c\u3089\u306b\u306f\u795e\u306e\u6307\u793a\u304c\u3042\u3063\u305f\u306e\u3067\u3057\u3087\u3046\u304b\uff1f<\/span><\/p>\r\n

\u79c1\u306f\u30ad\u30ea\u30b9\u30c8\u6559\u306e\u6559\u3048\u306e\u591a\u304f\u3092\u4fe1\u3058\u3066\u306f\u3044\u307e\u305b\u3093\u3067\u3057\u305f\u304c\u3001\u6559\u4f1a\u306b\u306f\u901a\u3044\u7d9a\u3051\u3066\u3044\u307e\u3057\u305f\u3002\u96c6\u4f1a\u3067\u3001\u79c1\u304c\u5192\u6d9c\u7684\u3067\u3042\u308b\u3068\u307f\u306a\u3057\u305f\u30cb\u30b1\u30a2\u4fe1\u6761\u306e\u3088\u3046\u306a\u3082\u306e\u304c\u6717\u8aa6\u3055\u308c\u305f\u3068\u304d\u3001\u79c1\u306f\u6c88\u9ed9\u3092\u5b88\u308a\u3001\u305d\u308c\u3092\u5fa9\u5531\u3057\u307e\u305b\u3093\u3067\u3057\u305f\u3002\u79c1\u306f\u6559\u4f1a\u3067\u3001\u81ea\u5206\u304c\u7570\u8cea\u306a\u4eba\u9593\u3001\u307e\u305f\u306f\u5b87\u5b99\u4eba\u3067\u3042\u308b\u304b\u306e\u3088\u3046\u306b\u611f\u3058\u3066\u3044\u307e\u3057\u305f\u3002\u305d\u308c\u306b\u3082\u95a2\u308f\u3089\u305a\u3001\u6559\u4f1a\u306b\u306f\u901a\u3044\u7d9a\u3051\u307e\u3057\u305f\u3002<\/span><\/p>\r\n

\u3042\u308b\u3068\u304d\u3001\u79c1\u3068\u89aa\u3057\u304b\u3063\u305f\u4eba\u7269\u3067\u3001\u7d50\u5a5a\u751f\u6d3b\u306b\u554f\u984c\u3092\u62b1\u3048\u3066\u3044\u305f\u5973\u6027\u304c\u3001\u52a9\u8a00\u3092\u6c42\u3081\u3066\u6559\u4f1a\u306e\u7267\u5e2b\u3092\u8a2a\u306d\u305f\u3068\u304d\u3001\u7267\u5e2b\u306f\u5f7c\u5973\u306e\u82e6\u60a9\u3092\u9006\u624b\u306b\u53d6\u308a\u3001\u5f7c\u5973\u3092\u30e2\u30fc\u30c6\u30eb\u306b\u9023\u308c\u8fbc\u3093\u3067\u6027\u7684\u95a2\u4fc2\u3092\u8feb\u308a\u307e\u3057\u305f\u3002<\/span><\/p>\r\n

\u305d\u306e\u3068\u304d\u307e\u3067\u3001\u79c1\u306f\u30ad\u30ea\u30b9\u30c8\u6559\u306b\u304a\u3051\u308b\u8056\u8077\u8005\u306e\u5f79\u5272\u3068\u3044\u3046\u3082\u306e\u306b\u3064\u3044\u3066\u8003\u3048\u305f\u3053\u3068\u304c\u3042\u308a\u307e\u305b\u3093\u3067\u3057\u305f\u3002\u3057\u304b\u3057\u3001\u305d\u308c\u306b\u3064\u3044\u3066\u3057\u3063\u304b\u308a\u3068\u8003\u3048\u76f4\u3055\u306a\u3051\u308c\u3070\u306a\u3089\u306a\u3044\u5fc5\u8981\u6027\u306b\u8feb\u3089\u308c\u307e\u3057\u305f\u3002\u5927\u534a\u306e\u30ad\u30ea\u30b9\u30c8\u6559\u5f92\u305f\u3061\u306f\u3001\u8d66\u3057\u306f\u300c\u8056\u9910\u5f0f\u300d\u3092\u901a\u3057\u3066\u3082\u305f\u3089\u3055\u308c\u308b\u3082\u306e\u3060\u3068\u898b\u306a\u3057\u3066\u304a\u308a\u3001\u305d\u306e\u5100\u5f0f\u306f\u4efb\u547d\u3055\u308c\u305f\u53f8\u796d\u3084\u7267\u5e2b\u3067\u306a\u3051\u308c\u3070\u57f7\u308a\u884c\u3046\u3053\u3068\u304c\u51fa\u6765\u307e\u305b\u3093\u3002\u8056\u8077\u8005\u306a\u304f\u3057\u3066\u306f\u3001\u8d66\u3057\u3068\u3044\u3046\u3082\u306e\u304c\u306a\u3044\u306e\u3067\u3059\u3002<\/span><\/p>\r\n

\u79c1\u306f\u6559\u4f1a\u3078\u884c\u3063\u3066\u5e2d\u306b\u3064\u304d\u3001\u524d\u65b9\u306b\u3044\u308b\u8056\u8077\u8005\u305f\u3061\u3092\u4e00\u77a5\u3057\u307e\u3057\u305f\u3002\u5f7c\u3089\u306f\u96c6\u4f1a\u306b\u53c2\u52a0\u3057\u3066\u3044\u308b\u4eba\u3005\u3088\u308a\u3082\u512a\u308c\u3066\u3044\u308b\u8a33\u3067\u306f\u3042\u308a\u307e\u305b\u3093\u3002\u5f7c\u3089\u306e\u4e00\u90e8\u306f\u3001\u305d\u308c\u4ee5\u4e0b\u3067\u3055\u3048\u3042\u308a\u307e\u3059\u3002\u4eba\u306e\u4ef2\u4ecb\u304c\u3001\u306a\u305c\u795e\u3068\u306e\u970a\u7684\u4ea4\u6e09\u306b\u5fc5\u8981\u306a\u306e\u3067\u3057\u3087\u3046\u304b\uff1f\u3000\u306a\u305c\u3001\u79c1\u305f\u3061\u306f\u795e\u306b\u76f4\u63a5\u7948\u9858\u3057\u3001\u8d66\u3057\u3092\u5f97\u308b\u3053\u3068\u304c\u51fa\u6765\u306a\u3044\u306e\u3067\u3057\u3087\u3046\u304b\uff1f<\/span><\/p>\r\n

\u305d\u306e\u5f8c\u3057\u3070\u3089\u304f\u3059\u308b\u3068\u3001\u79c1\u306f\u672c\u5c4b\u3067\u30af\u30eb\u30a2\u30fc\u30f3\u306e\u7ffb\u8a33\u672c\u3092\u898b\u3064\u3051\u3001\u8cfc\u5165\u3057\u3066\u8aad\u307f\u59cb\u3081\u307e\u3057\u305f\u3002\u305d\u308c\u30928\u5e74\u9593\u306b\u6e21\u3063\u3066\u5c11\u3057\u305a\u3064\u8aad\u307f\u9032\u3081\u307e\u3057\u305f\u3002\u305d\u306e\u671f\u9593\u3001\u79c1\u306f\u4ed6\u5b97\u6559\u306b\u3064\u3044\u3066\u3082\u8abf\u3079\u3066\u3044\u307e\u3057\u305f\u3002\u79c1\u306f\u81ea\u3089\u306e\u7f6a\u306b\u3064\u3044\u3066\u8a8d\u8b58\u3057\u3001\u6016\u308c\u308b\u3088\u3046\u306b\u306a\u3063\u3066\u3044\u307e\u3057\u305f\u3002\u3069\u3046\u3059\u308c\u3070\u795e\u304c\u79c1\u3092\u8d66\u3057\u3066\u304f\u308c\u308b\u306e\u304b\u3069\u3046\u304b\u3092\u77e5\u308b\u3053\u3068\u304c\u51fa\u6765\u308b\u306e\u304b\u3001\u5206\u304b\u308a\u307e\u305b\u3093\u3067\u3057\u305f\u3002\u79c1\u306f\u65e2\u306b\u3001\u30ad\u30ea\u30b9\u30c8\u6559\u306b\u3088\u308b\u8d66\u3057\u306e\u65b9\u6cd5\u304c\u6a5f\u80fd\u3059\u308b\u3082\u306e\u3067\u306f\u306a\u3044\u3053\u3068\u3092\u609f\u3063\u3066\u3044\u307e\u3057\u305f\u3002\u79c1\u306e\u7f6a\u306f\u79c1\u306b\u91cd\u304f\u306e\u3057\u304b\u304b\u308a\u3001\u305d\u308c\u304b\u3089\u9003\u3052\u51fa\u3059\u65b9\u6cd5\u3082\u5206\u304b\u308a\u307e\u305b\u3093\u3067\u3057\u305f\u3002\u79c1\u306f\u8d66\u3057\u3092\u63a2\u3057\u6c42\u3081\u3066\u3044\u307e\u3057\u305f\u3002<\/span><\/p>\r\n

\u305d\u3057\u3066\u30af\u30eb\u30a2\u30fc\u30f3\u3067\u3053\u306e\u3088\u3046\u306a\u7bc0\u3005\u3092\u898b\u3064\u3051\u305f\u306e\u3067\u3059\u3002<\/span><\/p>\r\n

 “…<\/strong>\u307e\u305f\u3042\u306a\u305f\u306f\u3001\u4fe1\u4ef0\u3059\u308b\u8005\u306b\u4e00\u756a\u89aa\u611b\u306e\u60c5\u3092\u62b1\u3044\u3066\u3044\u308b\u306e\u306f\u3001\u300c\u308f\u305f\u3057\u305f\u3061\u306f\u30ad\u30ea\u30b9\u30c8<\/strong>\u6559<\/strong>\u5f92\u3067\u3059\u3002\u300d\u3068\u8a00\u3046\u8005\u3067\u3042\u308b\u3053\u3068\u3092\u77e5\u308b\u3067\u3042\u308d\u3046\u3002\u3053\u308c\u306f\u304b\u308c\u3089\u306e\u9593\u306b\u3001\u53f8\u796d\u3068\u4fee\u9053\u58eb\u304c\u3044\u3066\u3001\u304b\u308c\u3089\u304c\u9ad8\u6162\u3067\u306a\u3044\u305f\u3081\u3067\u3042\u308b\u3002\u3042\u306a\u305f\u306f\u304b\u308c\u3089\u304c\u3001\u4f7f\u5f92\u306b\u4e0b\u3055\u308c\u305f\u3082\u306e\u3092\u805e\u304f\u6642\u3001\u81ea\u5206\u306e\u8a8d\u3081\u305f<\/strong>\u771f<\/strong>\u7406\u306e\u305f\u3081\u306b\u3001<\/strong>\u6d99<\/strong>\u3092\u76ee\u306b\u6ea2\u308c\u3055\u305b\u308b\u306e\u3092\u898b\u308b\u3067\u3042\u308d\u3046\u3002\u304b\u308c\u3089\u306f\u8a00\u3046\u3002\u300c\u4e3b\u3088\u3001\u308f\u305f\u3057\u305f\u3061\u306f\u4fe1\u4ef0\u3057\u307e\u3059\u3002\u308f\u305f\u3057\u305f\u3061\u3092\u8a3c\u4eba\u306e\u4e2d\u306b\u66f8\u304d\u7559\u3081\u3066\u4e0b\u3055\u3044\u3002\u308f\u305f\u3057\u305f\u3061\u306f\u3001\u30a2\u30c3\u30e9<\/strong>\u30fc<\/strong>\u3068\u308f\u305f\u3057\u305f\u3061\u306b\u4e0b\u3055\u308c\u305f\u771f<\/strong>\u7406\u3092\u3001\u3069\u3046\u3057\u3066\u4fe1\u3058\u306a\u3044\u3067\u3044\u3089\u308c\u307e\u3057\u3087\u3046\u304b\u3002\u307e\u305f\u4e3b\u304c\u3001\u656c\u8654\u306a\u6c11\u3068\u4e00<\/strong>\u7dd2<\/strong>\u306b\u308f\u305f\u3057\u305f\u3061\u3092\u3082<\/strong>\uff08\u697d<\/strong>\u5712\u306b\uff09\u5165\u308c\u3066\u4e0b\u3055\u308b\u3088\u3046\u3001\u61c7\u9858\u3057\u306a\u3044\u3067\u3044\u3089\u308c\u307e\u3057\u3087\u3046\u304b\u3002\u300d<\/strong>”<\/strong>\uff08\u30af\u30eb\u30a2<\/strong>\u30fc\u30f3<\/strong>5<\/strong>\uff1a<\/strong>82−84<\/strong>\uff09<\/strong> <\/strong><\/span><\/p>\r\n

\u79c1\u306f\u30c6\u30ec\u30d3\u3067\u30e0\u30b9\u30ea\u30e0\u305f\u3061\u304c\u793c\u62dd\u3092\u3057\u3066\u3044\u308b\u306e\u3092\u898b\u305f\u3053\u3068\u3092\u304d\u3063\u304b\u3051\u306b\u3001\u305d\u308c\u3092\u5b66\u3073\u305f\u3044\u3068\u601d\u3044\u307e\u3057\u305f\u3002\u79c1\u306f\u305d\u306e\u3084\u308a\u65b9\u3092\u8aac\u660e\u3059\u308b\uff08\u975e\u30e0\u30b9\u30ea\u30e0\u8457\u4f5c\u306e\uff09\u672c\u3092\u898b\u3064\u3051\u3001\u72ec\u81ea\u306e\u5947\u5999\u3067\u3084\u3051\u3063\u3071\u3061\u306a\u3084\u308a\u65b9\u3067\u3001\u5bc6\u304b\u306b\u6570\u5e74\u9593\u305d\u308c\u3092\u7d9a\u3051\u307e\u3057\u305f\u3002\u307e\u305f\u3001\u30e0\u30b9\u30ea\u30e0\u305f\u3061\u304c\u30af\u30eb\u30a2\u30fc\u30f3\u3092\u30a2\u30e9\u30d3\u30a2\u8a9e\u3067\u6697\u8a18\u3059\u308b\u3068\u3044\u3046\u3053\u3068\u3092\u77e5\u3089\u305a\u3001\u305d\u306e\u4e00\u90e8\u3092\u82f1\u8a9e\u3067\u6697\u8a18\u3057\u3066\u3044\u307e\u3057\u305f\u3002<\/span><\/p>\r\n

\u305d\u3057\u3066\u9042\u306b\u3001\u30af\u30eb\u30a2\u30fc\u30f3\u3092\u8aad\u307f\u59cb\u3081\u30668\u5e74\u76ee\u306b\u3057\u3066\u3001\u79c1\u306f\u6b21\u306e\u7bc0\u3092\u898b\u3064\u3051\u305f\u306e\u3067\u3059\u3002<\/span><\/p>\r\n

 <\/strong>“<\/strong>\u4eca\u65e5\u308f\u308c\u306f\u3042\u306a\u305f\u304c\u305f\u306e\u305f\u3081\u306b\u3001\u3042\u306a\u305f\u304c\u305f\u306e\u5b97<\/strong>\u6559\u3092\u5b8c\u6210\u3057\u3001\u307e\u305f\u3042\u306a\u305f<\/strong>\u304c\u305f\u306b<\/strong>\u5bfe\u3059\u308b\u308f\u308c\u306e<\/strong>\u6069<\/strong>\u6075\u3092\u5168\u3046\u3057\u3001\u3042\u306a\u305f\u304c\u305f\u306e\u305f\u3081\u306e<\/strong>\u6559<\/strong>\u3048\u3068\u3057\u3066\u3001\u30a4\u30b9\u30e9\u30fc<\/strong>\u30e0\u3092\u9078\u3093\u3060\u306e\u3067\u3042\u308b\u3002<\/strong>”<\/strong>\uff08\u30af\u30eb\u30a2\u30fc<\/strong>\u30f3<\/strong>5<\/strong>\uff1a<\/strong>3<\/strong>\uff09<\/strong> <\/strong><\/span><\/p>\r\n

\u79c1\u306f\u3001\u795e\u304c\u5730\u7403\u306e\u5275\u9020\u524d\u304b\u3089\u3001\u79c1\u3068\u4ed6\u306e\u4eba\u3005\u306e\u305f\u3081\u306b\u3053\u306e\u30af\u30eb\u30a2\u30fc\u30f3\u3092\u8a18\u3057\u305f\u3053\u3068\u3092\u78ba\u4fe1\u3057\u305f\u305f\u3081\u3001\u6b53\u559c\u306e\u3042\u307e\u308a\u6d99\u3057\u307e\u3057\u305f\u3002\u795e\u306f\u3001\u7c73\u56fd\u306e\u30cb\u30e5\u30fc\u30e8\u30fc\u30af\u5dde\u30c1\u30fc\u30af\u30c8\u30ef\u30fc\u30ac\u306b\u4f4f\u3080\u30a2\u30f3\u30fb\u30b3\u30ea\u30f3\u30ba\u304c\u30011986\u5e74\u306e5\u6708\u306b\u3053\u306e\u7bc0\u3092\u8aad\u307f\u3001\u6551\u6e08\u3055\u308c\u308b\u3053\u3068\u3092\u4e88\u3081\u77e5\u3063\u3066\u3044\u305f\u306e\u3067\u3059\u3002<\/span><\/p>\r\n

\u79c1\u306f\u4eca\u3084\u591a\u304f\u306e\u4e8b\u67c4\u3001\u4f8b\u3048\u3070\u304d\u3061\u3093\u3068\u3057\u305f\u30e0\u30b9\u30ea\u30e0\u306e\u793c\u62dd\u306e\u4ed5\u65b9\u306a\u3069\u3092\u5b66\u3076\u3079\u304d\u3067\u3042\u308b\u3068\u611f\u3058\u307e\u3057\u305f\u304c\u3001\u554f\u984c\u306f\u30e0\u30b9\u30ea\u30e0\u3092\u4e00\u4eba\u3082\u77e5\u3089\u306a\u3044\u3053\u3068\u3067\u3057\u305f\u3002<\/span><\/p>\r\n

\u5f53\u6642\u306e\u7c73\u56fd\u3067\u306f\u3001\u30e0\u30b9\u30ea\u30e0\u306f\u4eca\u306e\u3088\u3046\u306b\u76ee\u7acb\u3063\u305f\u5b58\u5728\u3067\u306f\u3042\u308a\u307e\u305b\u3093\u3067\u3057\u305f\u3002\u3069\u3053\u3067\u5f7c\u3089\u3092\u63a2\u305b\u3070\u826f\u3044\u306e\u304b\u3001\u79c1\u306b\u306f\u5206\u304b\u308a\u307e\u305b\u3093\u3067\u3057\u305f\u3002\u96fb\u8a71\u5e33\u3067\u30a4\u30b9\u30e9\u30df\u30c3\u30af\u30fb\u30bd\u30b5\u30a8\u30c6\u30a3\u30fc\u3092\u898b\u3064\u3051\u51fa\u3057\u3001\u305d\u3053\u306b\u96fb\u8a71\u3057\u307e\u3057\u305f\u304c\u3001\u7537\u6027\u304c\u53d7\u8a71\u5668\u306b\u51fa\u305f\u305f\u3081\u3001\u614c\u3066\u3066\u5207\u3063\u3066\u3057\u307e\u3044\u307e\u3057\u305f\u3002\u79c1\u306f\u4f55\u3092\u8a00\u3046\u3079\u304d\u304b\u3001\u5f7c\u3089\u306f\u3069\u3046\u53cd\u5fdc\u3059\u308b\u306e\u304b\u3001\u5f7c\u3089\u306f\u602a\u3057\u3044\u4eba\u3005\u306a\u306e\u3067\u306f\u306a\u3044\u304b\u3001\u307e\u305f\u306f\u3001\u306a\u305c\u3059\u3067\u306b\u30a4\u30b9\u30e9\u30fc\u30e0\u306e\u540c\u80de\u3092\u6301\u3064\u5f7c\u3089\u304c\u79c1\u3092\u53d7\u3051\u5165\u308c\u308b\u3060\u308d\u3046\u304b\u306a\u3069\u3068\u3044\u3063\u305f\u3088\u3046\u306a\u3001\u69d8\u3005\u306a\u601d\u3044\u304c\u982d\u3092\u99c6\u3051\u5de1\u308a\u307e\u3057\u305f\u3002<\/span><\/p>\r\n

\u305d\u306e\u5f8c\u6570\u30f6\u6708\u306b\u6e21\u308a\u3001\u79c1\u306f\u30e2\u30b9\u30af\u306b\u6570\u56de\u96fb\u8a71\u3092\u304b\u3051\u307e\u3057\u305f\u304c\u3001\u305d\u306e\u5ea6\u306b\u79c1\u306f\u30d1\u30cb\u30c3\u30af\u306b\u306a\u3063\u3066\u4e00\u8a00\u3082\u8a71\u3055\u305a\u306b\u5207\u3063\u3066\u3057\u307e\u3044\u307e\u3057\u305f\u3002\u6700\u7d42\u7684\u306b\u3001\u79c1\u306f\u81c6\u75c5\u306a\u624b\u6bb5\u306b\u51fa\u307e\u3057\u305f\u3002\u60c5\u5831\u3092\u6c42\u3081\u308b\u624b\u7d19\u3092\u66f8\u3044\u305f\u306e\u3067\u3059\u3002\u89aa\u5207\u3067\u5fcd\u8010\u5f37\u3044\u5144\u5f1f\u304c\u30e2\u30b9\u30af\u304b\u3089\u96fb\u8a71\u3092\u304f\u308c\u3001\u305d\u3057\u3066\u30a4\u30b9\u30e9\u30fc\u30e0\u306b\u95a2\u3059\u308b\u30d1\u30f3\u30d5\u30ec\u30c3\u30c8\u3092\u9001\u3063\u3066\u304f\u308c\u307e\u3057\u305f\u3002\u79c1\u304c\u5f7c\u306b\u30a4\u30b9\u30e9\u30fc\u30e0\u306b\u5165\u4fe1\u3057\u305f\u3044\u65e8\u3092\u544a\u3052\u308b\u3068\u3001\u5f7c\u306f\u3053\u3046\u8a00\u3044\u307e\u3057\u305f\u3002\u300c\u78ba\u4fe1\u304c\u6301\u3066\u308b\u307e\u3067\u3001\u305d\u308c\u3092\u5f85\u3063\u3066\u307f\u3066\u306f\u3069\u3046\u3067\u3057\u3087\u3046\u304b\u3002\u300d\u5f7c\u306e\u8a00\u8449\u306b\u306f\u5931\u671b\u3057\u307e\u3057\u305f\u304c\u3001\u79c1\u306f\u5f7c\u304c\u6b63\u3057\u3044\u3053\u3068\u3092\u77e5\u3063\u3066\u3044\u307e\u3057\u305f\u3002\u306a\u305c\u306a\u3089\u4e00\u5ea6\u30a4\u30b9\u30e9\u30fc\u30e0\u3092\u53d7\u3051\u5165\u308c\u308c\u3070\u3001\u3059\u3079\u3066\u306f\u5909\u308f\u308a\u3001\u3082\u3046\u4e8c\u5ea6\u3068\u5143\u306b\u306f\u623b\u3089\u306a\u3044\u304b\u3089\u3067\u3059\u3002<\/span><\/p>\r\n

\u79c1\u306f\u30a4\u30b9\u30e9\u30fc\u30e0\u306e\u9b45\u529b\u306b\u53d6\u308a\u3064\u304b\u308c\u307e\u3057\u305f\u3002\u663c\u591c\u3092\u901a\u3057\u3066\u305d\u306e\u3053\u3068\u3070\u304b\u308a\u8003\u3048\u3066\u3044\u307e\u3057\u305f\u3002\u79c1\u306f\u4f55\u5ea6\u304b\u30e2\u30b9\u30af\u307e\u3067\u904b\u8ee2\u3057\u3001\u30e0\u30b9\u30ea\u30e0\u306b\u51fa\u4f1a\u3046\u3053\u3068\u3092\u671f\u5f85\u3057\u3066\u3001\u305d\u3057\u3066\u30e2\u30b9\u30af\u306e\u69d8\u5b50\u304c\u6c17\u306b\u306a\u3063\u3066\u3001\u3050\u308b\u3050\u308b\u3068\u65cb\u56de\u3057\u305f\u308a\u3057\u3066\u3044\u307e\u3057\u305f\u3002\u6700\u7d42\u7684\u306b\u30011986\u5e74\u306e11\u6708\u521d\u65ec\u3001\u79c1\u304c\u53f0\u6240\u3067\u4f5c\u696d\u3092\u3057\u3066\u3044\u308b\u3068\u304d\u306b\u3001\u79c1\u306f\u81ea\u5206\u304c\u30e0\u30b9\u30ea\u30e0\u306b\u306a\u308a\u305f\u3044\u306e\u3060\u3068\u78ba\u4fe1\u3057\u307e\u3057\u305f\u3002\u307e\u3060\u81c6\u75c5\u3060\u3063\u305f\u306e\u3067\u3001\u518d\u3073\u30e2\u30b9\u30af\u306b\u624b\u7d19\u3092\u9001\u308a\u307e\u3057\u305f\u3002\u5185\u5bb9\u306f\u3053\u3046\u66f8\u304d\u307e\u3057\u305f\u3002\u300c\u79c1\u306f\u552f\u4e00\u306a\u308b\u771f\u5b9f\u306e\u795e\u3067\u3042\u308b\u30a2\u30c3\u30e9\u30fc\u3092\u4fe1\u3058\u3001\u30e0\u30cf\u30f3\u30de\u30c9\u304c\u304b\u308c\u306e\u4f7f\u5f92\u3067\u3042\u308b\u3053\u3068\u3092\u4fe1\u3058\u307e\u3059\u3002\u305d\u3057\u3066\u79c1\u306f\u305d\u308c\u3092\u8a3c\u8a00\u3059\u308b\u4e00\u4eba\u3068\u3057\u3066\u6570\u3048\u3089\u308c\u305f\u3044\u306e\u3067\u3059\u3002\u300d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

\u7fcc\u65e5\u3001\u5144\u5f1f\u304c\u96fb\u8a71\u3092\u304f\u308c\u3001\u79c1\u306f\u96fb\u8a71\u3092\u901a\u3057\u3066\u30b7\u30e3\u30cf\u30fc\u30c0\uff11<\/a>\u3092\u3057\u307e\u3057\u305f\u3002\u305d\u306e\u3068\u304d\u3001\u795e\u304c\u79c1\u306e\u3059\u3079\u3066\u306e\u7f6a\u3092\u304a\u8d66\u3057\u306b\u306a\u308a\u3001\u79c1\u304c\u65b0\u751f\u5150\u306e\u3088\u3046\u306a\u7f6a\u306e\u306a\u3044\u6e05\u3089\u304b\u306a\u72b6\u614b\u3068\u306a\u3063\u305f\u3053\u3068\u3092\u5f7c\u304c\u6559\u3048\u3066\u304f\u308c\u307e\u3057\u305f\u3002<\/span><\/p>\r\n

\u79c1\u306f\u3001\u7f6a\u306e\u91cd\u8377\u304c\u4e21\u80a9\u304b\u3089\u3059\u3079\u308a\u843d\u3061\u305f\u69d8\u306b\u611f\u3058\u3001\u6b53\u559c\u306e\u6d99\u3092\u6d41\u3057\u307e\u3057\u305f\u3002\u305d\u306e\u591c\u306f\u3001\u6ce3\u304d\u306a\u304c\u3089\u4f55\u5ea6\u3082\u4f55\u5ea6\u3082\u795e\u306e\u540d\u3092\u5fa9\u5531\u3057\u3066\u3044\u305f\u305f\u3081\u3001\u5c11\u3057\u3057\u304b\u7720\u308c\u307e\u305b\u3093\u3067\u3057\u305f\u3002<\/span><\/p>\r\n

\u3088\u3046\u3084\u304f\u3001\u8d66\u3057\u304c\u8a8d\u3081\u3089\u308c\u305f\u306e\u3067\u3059\u3002\u30a2\u30eb\u30cf\u30e0\u30c9\u30a5\u30ea\u30c3\u30e9\u30fc\uff08\u795e\u306b\u8b83\u3048\u3042\u308c\uff09\uff01<\/span><\/p>\r\n

 <\/p>\r\n

\r\n
\r\n<\/div>\r\n

Footnotes:<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\r\n

\uff11<\/a> \u4eba\u304c\u30a4\u30b9\u30e9\u30fc\u30e0\u3092\u53d7\u3051\u5165\u308c\u3066\u30e0\u30b9\u30ea\u30e0\u306b\u306a\u308b\u3068\u304d\u3001\u305d\u3057\u3066\u305d\u306e\u5f8c\u3082\u65e5\u5e38\u7684\u306b\u884c\u3046\u4fe1\u4ef0\u8a3c\u8a00\u306e\u3053\u3068\uff08\u300c\u79c1\u306f\u552f\u4e00\u306a\u308b\u771f\u5b9f\u306e\u795e\u4ee5\u5916\u306b\u795e\u306f\u306a\u304f\u3001\u30e0\u30cf\u30f3\u30de\u30c9\u304c\u795e\u306e\u4f7f\u5f92\u3067\u3042\u308b\u3053\u3068\u3092\u8a3c\u8a00\u3057\u307e\u3059\u300d\uff09\u3002<\/span><\/p>\r\n

 <\/p>\r\n

 <\/p>","excerpt":"","terms":null,"visibility_roles":"","comment_status":1,"comment_count":0,"read_counter":9391,"lft":3310,"rght":3311,"promote":1,"sticky":0,"status":1,"publish_start":null,"publish_end":null,"created_at":"2014-09-03T00:17:00.000000Z","updated_at":"2026-04-04T18:07:35.000000Z","language_id":16,"user_id":7,"author_id":2434,"publisher_id":0,"category_id":10,"parent_id":1764,"author_name":"Anne Collins","category_name":"Why I became a Muslim!","category_slug":"Why-I-became-a-Muslim!","get_date":"2014-09-03","pdf_asset":"http:\/\/www.islamland.com\/uploads\/articles\/ja-Anne Collins, Ex-Christian, USA.pdf","word_asset":"http:\/\/www.islamland.com\/uploads\/articles\/ja-Anne Collins, Ex-Christian, USA.docx"}],"first_page_url":"http:\/\/www.islamland.com\/hin\/api\/authors\/2434?articles_page=1","from":1,"last_page":1,"last_page_url":"http:\/\/www.islamland.com\/hin\/api\/authors\/2434?articles_page=1","links":[{"url":null,"label":"« Previous","page":null,"active":false},{"url":"http:\/\/www.islamland.com\/hin\/api\/authors\/2434?articles_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\/hin\/api\/authors\/2434","per_page":25,"prev_page_url":null,"to":5,"total":5},"fatawas":{"current_page":1,"data":[],"first_page_url":"http:\/\/www.islamland.com\/hin\/api\/authors\/2434?fatawas_page=1","from":null,"last_page":1,"last_page_url":"http:\/\/www.islamland.com\/hin\/api\/authors\/2434?fatawas_page=1","links":[{"url":null,"label":"« Previous","page":null,"active":false},{"url":"http:\/\/www.islamland.com\/hin\/api\/authors\/2434?fatawas_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\/hin\/api\/authors\/2434","per_page":25,"prev_page_url":null,"to":null,"total":0},"books_total":0,"videos_total":0,"audios_total":0,"fatawas_total":0,"articles_total":5,"q":"","count":5}