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Linda Delgado, Ex-Christian, USA<\/strong><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\r\n

 (part 1 of 2)<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\r\n

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About five years ago, I was fifty-two years old and a Christian.  I had not become a member of any Christian church, but all my life I had been searching for the truth.  I attended many churches and studied with their teachers.  All fell short and I recognized none as being the truth about Allah.  Since I was nine years old, I had read the Bible everyday of my life.  I cannot tell you, over the many years, how many times I searched it for the truth. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

During the long years of my search for the truth, I studied with many religious faiths.  For over a year I studied two times a week with a Catholic priest, but could not accept Catholic beliefs.  I spent another year studying with the Jehovah Witnesses and did not accept their beliefs either.  I spent nearly two years with the LDS (Latter-Day Saints, i.e. the Mormons) and still did not find truth.  I had a Jewish friend and we had many discussions about the Jewish beliefs.  I went to many Protestant churches, some for months at a time, trying to find answers to my questions.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

My heart told me Jesus was not God but a Prophet.  My heart told me Adam and Eve were responsible for their sin, not me.  My heart told me I should pray to God and no other.  My reason told me that I was responsible for both my good and bad deeds and that God would never assume the form of a man in order to tell me that I was not responsible.  He had no need to live and die as a human; after all, He is God.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

So there I was, full of questions and praying to God for help.  I had a real fear of dying and not knowing the truth.  I prayed and I prayed.  I received answers from preachers and priests like, “This is a mystery.” I felt that God wanted people to go to heaven so He wouldn't make it a mystery as to how to get there, how to live life accordingly, and how to understand Him.  I knew in my heart that all that I was hearing was untrue.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

I live in Arizona, USA and at the age of fifty-two had still never talked to a Muslim.  I, like many Westerners, had read much in the media about Islam being a fanatical religion of terrorists, so I never researched any books or information about Islam.  I knew nothing about the religion.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

My Discovery<\/span><\/h2>\r\n

About four years ago, I retired after twenty-four years as a police officer.  My husband also retired as a police officer.  The year before my retirement I was still a police sergeant\/supervisor.  Police officers worldwide have a common bond, which we call a law-enforcement brother-sisterhood.  We always help one anther no matter what police department or country.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

That year I received a flyer asking for help with a group of Saudi Arabian police officers who had come to the United States to learn English at a local University and attend a police academy in the city that I live in.  The Saudi police officers were looking for homes to live in with host families in order to learn about US customs and to practice the English that they would be learning.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

My son is raising my granddaughter as a single parent.  We helped him to find a house next to ours so that we could help in raising her.  I talked to my husband and we decided that it would be good to help these police officers.  It would be an opportunity for our granddaughter to learn about people from another country.  I was told that the young men were Muslims and I was very curious.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

An Arizona State University Saudi interpreter brought a young man named Abdul to meet us.  He could speak no English.  We showed him a bedroom and bathroom, which would be his when he stayed with us.  I liked Abdul immediately.  His respectful and kind manner won my heart!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Next Fahd was brought to our home.  He was younger and shyer, but a wonderful young man.  I became their tutor and we shared many discussions about police work, the USA, Saudi Arabia, Islam, etc.  I observed how they helped each other and also the other sixteen Saudi police officers who came to the USA to learn English.  During the year they were here, I came to respect and admire Fahd and Abdul for not letting the American culture have any impact on them.  They went to mosque on Fridays, said their prayers no matter how tired they were, and were always careful of what they ate, etc.  They showed me how to cook some traditional Saudi foods and they took me to Arab markets and restaurants.  They were very kind with my granddaughter.  They showered her with presents, jokes and friendship.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

They treated my husband and me with much respect.  Each day, they would call to see if I needed them to go to market for me before they went to study with their fellow Saudi officers.  I showed them how to use the computer, and I ordered Arab papers online and began to search the Internet to learn more about them, their customs and religion.  I did not want to do things that would offend them.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

One day, I asked them if they had an extra Quran.  I wanted to read what it had to say.  They sent to their embassy in Washington DC and they got me an English Quran, tapes, and other pamphlets.  At my request, we began to discuss Islam (they had to speak English and this became the focus of our tutoring sessions).  I grew to love these young men, and they told me that I was the first non-Muslim they had ever taught Islam to!  After a year, they completed their studies and training at the police academy.  I was able to help them with their police studies, as I had been a police instructor during my career as a police officer.  I invited many of their brother-officers to the house to help with university projects and to practice English.  One brother had his wife come to stay here in the US, and I was invited to their home.  They were very gracious and I was able to talk to his wife about Muslim dress, prayer ablutions, and similar things.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

A week before \"my foster sons\" were to return home to Saudi Arabia, I planned a family dinner with all their favorite traditional foods (I bought some because I didn’t know how to cook all of them).  I purchased a hijab and an abaya (long Islamic gown).  I wanted them to go home remembering me dressed appropriately as a Muslim sister.  Before we ate, I said the Shahadah (public declaration of faith).  The boys cried and laughed and it was so special.  I believe in my heart that Allah sent the boys to me in answer to my years of prayers.  I believe He chose me to see the truth by the light of Islam.  I believe Allah sent Islam to my very home.  I praise Him for His mercy, love and kindness to me.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

My Journey in Islam<\/span><\/h2>\r\n

My Saudi boys returned to their homeland about a week after my reversion.  I missed them greatly, but was still happy.  I had joined the local mosque as a member almost immediately after my reversion and registered myself as a Muslim.  I was anticipating a warm welcome from my new Muslim community.  I thought all Muslims were like my Saudi boys and the other young Saudi officers whom I had met and spent time with during the previous year.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

My family was still in a state of shock!  They thought I would stick with this new religion for a while, become disgruntled, and move on to another religion as I had done all my adult life.  They were surprised at the changes that I began to make in my daily life.  My husband is a congenial man, so when I said that we were going to be eating halal foods and eliminating haram (forbidden) foods, he said, “Okay.”<\/span><\/p>\r\n

My next change was removing pictures of people and animals from the rooms in the house.  One day my husband came home from work to find me placing family pictures that had once hung on the walls in our home, in large, handsomely-bound photo albums.  He watched and didn’t comment.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Next I wrote a letter to my non-Muslim family telling them about my reversion and how it would and wouldn’t change our family relationships.  I explained a few of the basics of Islam.  Still my family kept their own counsel, and I continued to work on learning prayer and reading my Quran.  I got active in sister groups on the Internet and this facilitated my learning about my new beliefs.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

(part 2 of 2)<\/span><\/h1>\r\n

I also attended a “Fundamentals of Islam” class at the mosque when I could get away from my work.  I was still a state police sergeant and it was difficult – no, impossible to cover.  This became a source of real discontent and concern for me.  Just eight months and I could retire, so I asked for and was granted the right to telecommute from my home three days a week doing planning and research projects.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

After the first six months had passed, sisters at the mosque that I attended still hadn’t warmed up to me.  I was disappointed.  I began to feel like an outsider.  I was puzzled and concerned.  I tried to become active in community services with a few sisters who had been friendly towards me.  I looked for the kindness, friendship, and best of manners that were practiced each and every day by my Saudi boys.  I made many mistakes at the mosque, such as talking in the prayer room as I tried to get up and down from the floor.  I went to a community celebration and ate with my left hand; I wore clear nail polish on my trimmed nails and got scolded.  I did wudu (ablutions) incorrectly and was frowned at.  I became very discouraged.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Then one day I received a package in the mail from a sister-friend who I had met on the Internet.  In the package were several abayas, hijabs, silk stockings, and a warm and friendly note welcoming me as her sister in Islam.  She lives in Kuwait.  Next a dear sister sent me a prayer robe and prayer rug she had hand-made herself.  This dear sister lives in Saudi Arabia.  I got an email that had a statement that I always remember at times when I get that “outsider” feeling.  The note said: “I am glad that I became Muslim before I met many Muslims.” This is not an insult.  It was a reminder that Islam is perfect and it is we Muslims who are imperfect.  Just as I have shortcomings, so may my sisters and brothers.  I also began to understand what I personally believe to be one of the greatest gifts that Allah gave to the Muslims: the sister and brotherhood in Islam.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Over the past four years my life has changed dramatically.  My family has come to accept with generosity and tolerance that I am Muslim and will remain Muslim.  All thanks be to Allah for sparing me the trials of so many reverts who must deal with beloved family who strive to dissuade them from Islam.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Gradually, I made some sister friends locally and by cyber space, dozens of sister friends became my Muslim family bringing me support, love and friendship.  It was close to my first year as a Muslim that I became ill with a series of life-threatening diseases.  I clung tight to the rope of Islam and was grateful for the black seed tea and ZamZam water that my sister-friends sent me from around the world along with their daily du`aa’ (supplications).<\/span><\/p>\r\n

As my health continued to fail and I grew weaker physically, I had to discontinue community service work and became more isolated from the local Muslim community.  I continued to work hard on my prayer, having great difficulty with the Arabic pronunciation but not giving up.  My Islamic teacher made some cassette tapes, and a sister brought them to my home to help me.  After two years, I had learned to recite four Surahs (chapters) of the Qur’an.  This may seem like a small number to most Muslims, but for me it was a very big accomplishment.  I set about learning the words for the other parts of prayer; another two years of struggle.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

During the early part of my third year as a Muslim, I suffered a heart attack and had heart surgery.  It was a sad time for me, as I knew that I would never again touch my head to the floor when praying, but would forever have to sit in my chair and pray.  It was at this time that I truly understood the provision from Allah that Islam is the religion of ease.  Praying while seated in a chair is acceptable; not fasting when one is sick is acceptable.  I did not have to feel that I was less a Muslim because of these circumstances.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

After visiting several mosques and observing that they were like mini United Nations, I began to see that the small groups within the mosque were mostly formed because of language and culture and not because of liking or disliking any person.  I felt good that regardless of these differences, I could always count on a smile and an “As-Salaam’ Alaykum!”<\/span><\/p>\r\n

After a while, I began to gravitate towards sisters who are reverts to Islam like me.  We have much in common – we experience many of the same trials, such as non-Muslim family members, difficulty pronouncing Arabic, being lonely on Muslim holidays, and not having a family member to break fast with during Ramadan.  Sometimes our reversions meant losing life-long friends who just couldn’t accept our new habits, or it was because of our discontinuance of activities common to non-Muslims, such as dancing and mixing in groups.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

As I grew less able to do community services, I searched for some way to contribute to the greater Muslim community.  I continually asked Allah for His help in this.  One day, my young granddaughter suggested that I write books about my Saudi boys, Islam, and my family’s experience with Islam.  I decided to write the books and also include stories about a group of young girls, both Muslim and non-Muslim, who were friends.  The stories would include the young girls’ problems encountered at school and at home and I would use my knowledge of Islam as a guide for these book characters.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

I began writing a book series that I called Islamic Rose Books.  I created an e-group for sister authors and aspiring writers and this developed into the creation of the Islamic Writers Alliance.  The Alliance is an international organization created to provide support for female Muslim authors and aspiring writers.  Our main goal is to help each other promote our works to readers and publishers.  I also decided to help two Muslim food banks by creating databases that help them to track their inventory, clients, and contacts and to create reports necessary for funding purposes.  I decided that I would spend a large portion of my profits from book sales to buy books for Islamic children’s libraries.  I have discovered that many such libraries have lots of empty shelves where Islamic books belong.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

I still have much to learn about Islam.  I never tire of reading the Qur’an and one of my favorite pastimes is reading about prominent, historical Islamic figures.  When I am unsure about something in Islam, I look to the Sunnah of the Prophet (peace be upon him).  I see how he responded to situations and use this as my guide.  My journey in Islam will continue, and I look forward to many new experiences.  I thank Allah daily for His Mercy and Love.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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Linda Delgado, excristiana, Estados Unidos<\/span><\/h1>\r\n

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(parte 1 of 2)<\/span><\/h1>\r\n

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Hace unos cinco años, yo era cristiana y tenía 52 años de edad. No me hice miembro de ninguna iglesia cristiana, pero toda mi vida había estado buscando la verdad. Asistí a muchas iglesias y estudié con sus profesores. Todas se quedaron cortas y no reconocí a ninguna como la que decía la verdad sobre Al-lah. Desde que tenía 9 años, había leído la Biblia todos los días de mi vida. No puedo decirte, a lo largo de tantos años, cuántas veces busqué la verdad.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Durante los largos años de mi búsqueda de la verdad, estudié con muchos credos religiosos. Durante más de un año estudié dos veces a la semana con un sacerdote católico, pero no pude aceptar las creencias católicas. Dediqué otro año estudiando con los Testigos de Jehová y no acepté sus creencias tampoco. Pasé dos años con los mormones, y aún no hallé la verdad. Tenía una amiga judía y tuvimos muchas discusiones acerca de las creencias de los judíos. Asistí a muchas iglesias protestantes, algunas durante meses a la vez, tratando de encontrar respuestas a mis preguntas.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Mi corazón me decía que Jesús no había sido Dios sino un Profeta. Mi corazón me decía que Adán y Eva eran responsables de su pecado, no yo. Mi corazón me decía que debía rezarle a Dios y a nadie más. Mi razón me decía que yo era responsable de mis actos buenos y malos, y que Dios nunca asumiría la forma de un hombre para decirme que yo no era responsable de ellos. Él no tuvo necesidad alguna de vivir y morir como humano, después de todo, Él es Dios.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Así que ahí estaba yo, llena de preguntas y orando a Dios por ayuda. Tuve un temor real de morir sin conocer la verdad. Oré y oré. Recibía respuestas de pastores y sacerdotes como “esto es un misterio”. Sentía que Dios quería que la gente fuera al cielo, de modo que Él no podía hacer que fuera un misterio el cómo llegar allí, cómo vivir la vida correctamente, y cómo entenderlo a Él. Sabía en mi corazón que todo lo que estaba escuchando era falso.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Vivo en Arizona, Estados Unidos, y a la edad de 52 años nunca había hablado con un musulmán. Al igual que muchos occidentales, había leído mucho en los medios acerca de que el Islam es una religión fanática de terroristas, así que nunca investigué en ningún libro información sobre el Islam. No sabía nada sobre esta religión.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Mi descubrimiento<\/span><\/h2>\r\n

Hace unos cuatro años, me retiré después de servir durante 24 años como oficial de policía. Mi esposo se retiró también como oficial de policía. El año anterior a mi retiro, yo seguía siendo sargento\/supervisora de policía. Los oficiales de policía en todo el mundo tienen un lazo en común que llamamos hermandad de las fuerzas de la ley. Siempre nos ayudamos unos a otros sin importar el departamento de policía o el país.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Ese año recibí un volante que pedía ayuda con un grupo de oficiales de policía de Arabia Saudita que había venido a los Estados Unidos a aprender inglés en una universidad local y a asistir a una academia de policía en la ciudad en la que yo vivo. Los oficiales de policía sauditas estaban buscando hogares donde vivir con familias que los acogieran, para así aprender las costumbres estadounidenses y practicar el inglés que estarían aprendiendo.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Mi hijo estaba criando a mi nieta como padre soltero. Le ayudamos a encontrar una casa al lado de la nuestra para así poder ayudarle con la crianza. Hablé con mi esposo y decidimos que sería bueno ayudar a estos oficiales de policía. Sería una oportunidad para que nuestra nieta conociera gente de otro país. Me dijeron que los jóvenes eran musulmanes y tenía mucha curiosidad al respecto.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Un intérprete saudita de la Universidad Estatal de Arizona trajo a un joven llamado Abdul para que nos conociera. Él no podía hablar inglés. Le mostramos una habitación y un baño, que sería suyo cuando se quedara con nosotros. Me gustó Abdul de inmediato. ¡Sus modales respetuosos y amables ganaron mi corazón!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Luego, trajeron a Fahd a nuestra casa. Era más joven y tímido, pero era un joven maravilloso. Me convertí en su tutora y compartimos muchas discusiones acerca del trabajo policial, los Estados Unidos, Arabia Saudita, el Islam, etc. Yo observaba cómo ellos se ayudaban unos a otros y también los otros dieciséis oficiales de policía sauditas que vinieron a los Estados Unidos a aprender inglés. Durante el año que estuvieron aquí, llegué a respetar y admirar a Fahd y a Abdul por no dejar que la cultura estadounidense tuviera ningún impacto sobre ellos. Ellos iban a la mezquita los viernes, hacían sus oraciones sin importar cuán cansados estuvieran, y siempre eran cuidadosos respecto a lo que comían, etc. Ellos me enseñaron cómo cocinar algunos platos tradicionales sauditas y me llevaron a mercados y restaurantes árabes. Eran muy amables con mi nieta. Le daban regalos, le hacían bromas y le ofrecieron su amistad.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Ellos nos trataron a mi esposo y a mí con mucho respeto. Todos los días, ellos llamaban para ver si necesitaba que fueran al supermercado por mí antes de irse a estudiar con sus compañeros oficiales sauditas. Les enseñé a usar el computador, pedí periódicos en línea y comencé a investigar en internet para aprender más de ellos, sus costumbres y su religión. No quería hacer nada que pudiera ofenderlos.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Un día, les pedí si tenían un Corán que pudieran facilitarme. Quería leer lo que tenía que decir. Ellos escribieron a su embajada en Washington DC, que me envió una traducción del Corán al inglés, grabaciones y otros panfletos. A petición mía, comenzamos a discutir sobre Islam (ellos tenían que hablar inglés y esto se convirtió en el centro de nuestras sesiones de tutoría). Llegué a amar a estos jóvenes y ellos me dijeron que yo era la primera persona no musulmana a la que alguna vez le habían enseñado sobre el Islam. Después de un año, completaron sus estudios y comenzaron su entrenamiento en la academia de policía. Tuve la oportunidad de ayudarlos con sus estudios policíacos, ya que había sido instructora de policía durante mi carrera como oficial. Invité a muchos de sus hermanos oficiales a la casa para ayudarlos con sus proyectos universitarios y para practicar el inglés. La esposa de uno de ellos había llegado para quedarse en los Estados Unidos, y fui invitada a su casa. Ellos eran muy atentos y pude hablar con su esposa sobre la vestimenta musulmana, las abluciones para la oración y cosas similares.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Una semana antes de que mis “hijos adoptivos” regresaran a su hogar en Arabia Saudita, organicé una cena familiar con todas sus comidas tradicionales favoritas (compré algunas porque no sabía cómo cocinarlas todas). Compré un hiyab<\/em> y unaabaya<\/em> (vestido largo islámico). Quería que regresaran a sus hogares recordándome vestida apropiadamente como hermana musulmana. Antes de comer, dije laShahadah<\/em> (declaración pública de fe). Los muchachos lloraban y reían y fue muy especial. Creo de corazón que Al-lah envió a estos muchachos en respuesta a mis años de oraciones. Creo que Él me escogió para que viera la verdad a la luz del Islam. Creo que Al-lah envió el Islam a mi propia casa. Lo alabo por Su misericordia, Su amor y Su bondad hacia mí.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Mi viaje en el Islam<\/span><\/h2>\r\n

Mis hijos sauditas regresaron a su tierra natal alrededor de una semana después de mi conversión. Los extrañaba mucho, pero todavía era feliz. Me había unido a la mezquita local como miembro casi inmediatamente después de mi conversión y me registré como musulmana. Estaba esperando una cálida bienvenida por parte de mi nueva comunidad musulmana. Pensé que todos los musulmanes eran como mis hijos sauditas y los otros oficiales sauditas que había conocido y con los que había pasado tiempo durante el año anterior.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

¡Mi familia aún estaba en estado de shock! Ellos pensaban que me quedaría con esta religión por un tiempo, me desagradaría, y pasaría a otra religión, como había hecho durante toda mi vida adulta. Ellos se sorprendieron con todos los cambios que comencé a hacer en mi vida diaria. Mi esposo es un hombre agradable, así que cuando le dije que íbamos a comer solo alimentos halal<\/em> y a eliminar los alimentos haram<\/em> (prohibidos), dijo: “Está bien”.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Mi siguiente cambio fue quitar todas las imágenes de personas y de animales de las habitaciones de la casa. Un día mi esposo llegó del trabajo y me encontró poniendo las fotos que una vez había colgado en las paredes de nuestro hogar, en grandes álbumes fotográficos. Él observó sin decir nada.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Luego le escribí una carta a mi familia no musulmana, diciéndoles acerca de mi reversión y cómo esto cambiaría y cómo no cambiaría nuestras relaciones familiares. Les expliqué un poco sobre los fundamentos del Islam. Aunque mi familia mantuvo su propio consejo, yo continué trabajando en aprender a orar y a leer mi Corán. Me hice activa en grupos de hermanas en internet y esto me facilitó el aprendizaje sobre mis nuevas creencias.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

(parte 2 of 2)<\/span><\/h1>\r\n

También asistía a la clase sobre “Fundamentos del Islam” en la mezquita cuando podía dejar mi trabajo. Todavía era sargento de la policía estatal y era difícil, no, imposible de cubrir. Esto se convirtió en fuente de verdadero descontento y preocupación para mí. Solo me quedaban ocho meses y podría retirarme, así que pedí y se me concedió el derecho de trabajar desde mi casa tres días a la semana, planeando e investigando proyectos.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Después de pasados seis meses, las hermanas de la mezquita a la que asistía aún no me habían acogido. Me sentí decepcionada. Comencé a sentirme como una extraña. Estaba perpleja y preocupada. Traté de hacerme activa en los servicios de la comunidad con algunas hermanas que habían sido amistosas conmigo. Busqué la bondad, amistad y los buenos modales que eran practicados todos los días por mis hijos sauditas. Cometí muchos errores en la mezquita, como hablar en la sala de oración al tratar de ponerme de pie o agacharme. Fui a una celebración de la comunidad y comí con mi mano izquierda, y llevaba las uñas pintadas con esmalte, así que me regañaron. Hice wudú <\/em>(ablución) de modo incorrecto y me miraron mal. Estaba muy desanimada.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Entonces, un día recibí un paquete por correo de una amiga-hermana que había conocido en internet. En el paquete venían varias abayas, hiyabs<\/em>, medias de seda, y una nota cálida y amistosa de bienvenida como hermana en el Islam. Ella vive en Kuwait. Luego, una hermana querida me envió un tapete para rezar y un manto de oración que ella misma había hecho a mano. Esta querida hermana vive en Arabia Saudita. Recibí también un correo electrónico con una frase que siempre recuerdo cuando me siento como una “extraña”. La nota decía: “Estoy feliz de haberme hecho musulmana antes de conocer a muchos musulmanes”. Esto no es un insulto. Es un recordatorio de que el Islam es perfecto, pero nosotros los musulmanes somos imperfectos. Así como tengo defectos, también los tienen mis hermanos y hermanas. También comencé a entender aquello que creo personalmente que es uno de los grandes regalos que Al-lah ha dado a los musulmanes: la hermandad en el Islam.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

En los últimos cuatro años, mi vida ha cambiado dramáticamente. Mi familia ha llegado a aceptar con generosidad y tolerancia que soy musulmana y que seguiré siéndolo. Todas las gracias son para Al-lah por librarme de las pruebas que muchos conversos tienen que enfrentar con una familia que se esfuerza por disuadirlos del Islam.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Poco a poco, he hecho amistad con algunas hermanas locales y también en el ciberespacio, docenas de amigas-hermanas han llegado a mi familia musulmana brindándome apoyo, amor y amistad. Cuando estaba cerca de cumplir mi primer año como musulmana, me enfermé de una serie de enfermedades graves que amenazaron mi vida. Me aferré fuertemente a la cuerda del Islam y estaba agradecida por el té de semillas negras y el agua de ZamZam que mis amigas-hermanas me enviaron de todo el mundo junto con sus duás<\/em> (súplicas) diarias.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

A medida que mi salud siguió fallando, me debilité físicamente cada vez más, y tuve que dejar mi trabajo en el servicio comunitario, con lo que terminé aislándome de la comunidad musulmana local. Continué esforzándome duro en mi oración, teniendo muchas dificultades con la pronunciación en árabe, pero sin darme por vencida. Mi profesora de Islam grabó algunos casetes y una hermana los trajo a mi casa para ayudarme. Después de dos años, había aprendido a recitar cuatro suras<\/em> (capítulos) del Corán. Esto puede parecer muy poco para la mayoría de los musulmanes, pero para mí fue un logro enorme. Me puse a aprender las palabras de otras partes de la oración, fueron otros dos años de esfuerzo.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Durante la primera parte de mi tercer año como musulmana, sufrí un ataque cardíaco y me hicieron una cirugía del corazón. Fue una época triste para mí, pues sabía que nunca volvería a tocar el suelo con mi cabeza para rezar, sino que siempre tendría que hacer la oración sentada en una silla. Fue en esa época que entendí realmente la disposición de Al-lah de que el Islam es la religión de la facilidad. Rezar mientras estoy sentada en una silla es aceptable, no ayunar cuando uno está enfermo es aceptable. No tengo que sentirme menos musulmana debido a estas circunstancias.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Después de visitar varias mezquitas y observar que eran como mini Naciones Unidas, comencé a ver que los pequeños grupos dentro de la mezquita estaban formados principalmente debido al idioma y la cultura, y no debido al gusto o disgusto de ninguna persona. Me sentí bien de que a pesar de esas diferencias, siempre podía contar con una sonrisa y un “as-salamu alaikum<\/em>”.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Después de un tiempo, comencé a estar más atraída hacia las hermanas que se habían revertido al Islam como yo. Tenemos mucho en común: experimentamos muchas de las mismas pruebas, como los miembros no musulmanes de la familia, la dificultad para pronunciar el árabe, estar solas en las celebraciones musulmanas, y no tener un miembro de la familia con quién romper ayuno en Ramadán. A veces nuestras reversiones implican perder amigos de toda la vida que simplemente no pueden aceptar nuestros nuevos hábitos, o debido a nuestro abandono de actividades comunes a los no musulmanes, como bailar y estar en grupos mixtos.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Al verme obligada a dejar los servicios comunitarios, busqué alguna forma de contribuir a la gran comunidad musulmana. Continuamente le pedía a Al-lah Su ayuda en esto. Un día, mi joven nieta me sugirió que escribiera libros sobre mis hijos sauditas, el Islam, y la experiencia de mi familia con el Islam. Decidí escribir los libros e incluir historias sobre un grupo de muchachas jóvenes, tanto musulmanas como no musulmanas, que eran amigas. Las historias incluirían los problemas encontrados por las jóvenes en la escuela y en la casa, y usaría mi conocimiento del Islam como guía para los personajes de los libros.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Comencé a escribir una serie de libros que llamé “Libros islámicos rosa”. Creé un grupo electrónico para hermanas autoras y aspirantes a escritoras, y esto desembocó en la creación de la Alianza Islámica de Escritores. La Alianza es una organización internacional creada para proporcionar apoyo a autoras musulmanas y aspirantes a escritoras. Nuestro objetivo principal es ayudarnos mutuamente a promover nuestras obras entre lectores y editores. También decidí ayudar a dos bancos de alimentos musulmanes creando bases de datos que los ayudan a mantener su inventario, clientes y contactos, y a crear los reportes necesarios para efectos de financiación. Decidí que gastaría una gran porción de los beneficios de las ventas de mis libros para comprar libros islámicos para bibliotecas infantiles. He descubierto que muchas de dichas bibliotecas tienen un montón de estantes vacíos a donde pertenecen los libros islámicos.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Todavía tengo mucho qué aprender sobre el Islam. Nunca me canso de leer el Corán y uno de mis pasatiempos favoritos es leer sobre personajes históricos y prominentes del Islam. Cuando no estoy segura sobre algo en el Islam, miro en la Sunnah del Profeta, la paz sea con él. Veo la forma en que él respondía a las situaciones y uso eso como mi guía. Mi viaje en el Islam continuará, y espero que con muchas nuevas experiencias. Agradezco a Al-lah a diario por Su Misericordia y Amor.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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Linda Delgado, ex-chrétienne, États-Unis<\/span><\/h1>\r\n

 (partie1 de 2)<\/span><\/h1>\r\n

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Il y a de cela environ cinq ans, j’avais cinquante-deux ans et j’étais chrétienne.  Je ne faisais partie d’aucune église en particulier, mais d’une certaine manière, j’avais l’impression d’avoir passé ma vie à chercher la vérité.  Dans ma jeunesse, j’avais fréquenté plusieurs églises différentes et avais étudié avec leurs maîtres.  Mais aucune ne m’apporta les réponses aux questions que je me posais.  Je lisais la Bible quotidiennement depuis l’âge de neuf ans.  À travers toutes ces années, je ne peux vous dire combien de fois j’ai cherché la vérité dans ses pages.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Au cours de mes longues années de quête de vérité, j’étudiai plusieurs religions.  Plus d’une année durant, j’étudiai le catholicisme avec un prêtre, à raison de deux fois par semaine.  Malgré cela, je n’arrivai jamais à accepter les croyances du catholicisme.  Je passai une autre année à étudier chez les témoins de Jéhovah et ne fus pas plus convaincue.  Je passai près de deux ans avec les mormons, mais je n’arrivais pas à y voir la vérité.  J’avais une amie juive avec laquelle je passai de longues heures à parler de religion.  Je visitai plusieurs églises protestantes, en quête de réponses à mes questions.  En vain.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Mon cœur me disait que Jésus ne pouvait être Dieu, mais plutôt un prophète, et qu’Adam et Ève furent responsables de leur propre péché, avec lequel je n’avais rien à voir.  Mon cœur me disait que je devais prier Dieu et personne d’autre.  Ma raison me disait que j’étais responsable à la fois pour mes bonnes et mes mauvaises actions et que Dieu ne pouvait avoir revêtu la forme d’un être humain pour venir me dire que je n’étais pas responsable de mes actes.  Après tout, Il était Dieu : il n’avait donc aucun besoin de vivre et de mourir comme un être humain.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

J’avais donc la tête remplie de questions et je priais Dieu pour qu’Il me vienne en aide.  Je ressentais une réelle peur de mourir sans avoir connu la vérité.  Je priai et priai encore.  Trop souvent, lorsque je posais des questions, on me répondait : « C’est là un grand mystère ».  Je me disais que si Dieu souhaitait voir les gens aller au Paradis, Il ne ferait pas de mystère des moyens pour s’y rendre.  Je savais donc, au fond de mon cœur, que tout ce qu’on me disait était faux.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

J’habite dans l’état de l’Arizona, aux États-Unis.  Et, à l’âge de cinquante-deux ans, je n’avais encore jamais parlé à un musulman de ma vie.  Comme beaucoup d’Occidentaux, j’avais lu maintes fois, dans les médias, que l’islam était une religion de fanatiques et de terroristes et je crois que c’est la raison pour laquelle je n’avais jamais pris la peine de l’étudier.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Ma découverte<\/span><\/h2>\r\n

Il y a quatre ans, j’ai pris ma retraite après vingt-quatre années à travailler comme officier de police.  Mon mari est également retraité de la police.  L’année précédant ma retraite, j’étais sergente\/superviseure.  Les policiers de partout à travers le monde partagent un lien particulier, une sorte de fraternité entre gens souhaitant faire respecter la loi.  Nous avons à cœur de nous entraider, sans égard au département ou au pays.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Cette année-là, donc, je reçus une brochure demandant de l’aide pour un groupe de jeunes policiers en devenir en provenance d’Arabie, venus aux États-Unis pour apprendre l’anglais et pour étudier, simultanément, à l’école de police de la ville où j’habite.  Ces officiers cherchaient également des gens prêts à les accueillir et à les loger afin de se familiariser avec le mode de vie américain et de pratiquer leur anglais.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Mon fils élève seul sa fille et habite tout près de chez nous, de sorte que nous l’aidons à l’élever avec lui.  Je parlai à mon mari de ces officiers qui cherchaient un foyer d’accueil et nous convînmes d’en accueillir deux chez nous.  Je pensai que cela serait une bonne occasion, pour ma petite-fille, de faire la connaissance de gens d’un autre pays et d’en apprendre plus sur leurs us et coutumes.  On m’informa que les jeunes hommes étaient musulmans, ce qui éveilla ma curiosité.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Dans un premier temps, un interprète de l’Université d’Arizona amena chez nous un jeune homme nommé Abdoul, qui ne parlait pas un mot d’anglais.  Nous lui montrâmes sa chambre et sa salle de bain.  J’aimai Abdoul immédiatement; sa gentillesse et ses manières respectueuses m’allèrent droit au cœur.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Par la suite, c’est Fahd, qu’on amena chez nous.  Il était plus jeune et plus timide, mais très gentil, lui aussi.  Je devins leur tuteur et nous eûmes plusieurs discussions (dans la mesure où cela nous était possible de discuter) sur le travail de policier, les États-Unis, l’Arabie, l’islam, etc.  Je remarquai que leur groupe, composé en tout de dix-huit officiers, s’entraidait beaucoup.  Durant leur séjour d’un an, dans mon pays, je ressentis un respect croissant envers Fahd et Abdoul, car ils ne se laissaient point influencer par la culture américaine.  Ils se rendaient à la mosquée chaque vendredi, accomplissaient leurs cinq prières quotidiennes, vérifiaient toujours ce qui se trouvait dans leurs assiettes, etc.  Ils m’apprirent à cuisiner certains mets traditionnels de leur pays et je les accompagnai dans les épiceries et restaurants moyen-orientaux.  Ils se montrèrent également très bons envers ma petite-fille; ils la comblèrent de cadeaux, rigolèrent avec elle et la traitèrent en amie.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Ils démontrèrent le même respect envers mon mari et moi.  Chaque jour, avant de se rendre à leurs cours, ils me demandaient si j’avais besoin de quoi que ce soit au supermarché.  Je leur appris à utiliser l’ordinateur et je les abonnai, en ligne, aux journaux arabes.  De mon côté, je fis des recherches sur leurs coutumes et leur religion, car je souhaitais éviter de faire quoi que ce soit, même inconsciemment, qui aurait pu les offenser.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Un jour, je leur demandai s’ils avaient en leur possession un Coran en anglais.  J’avais envie de lire ce livre, par curiosité.  Ils contactèrent leur ambassade, à Washington DC, qui envoya un Coran, des cassettes audio expliquant l’islam et quelques brochures.  Par ailleurs, comme ils devaient pratiquer leur anglais, je leur demandai de me parler surtout d’islam.  Plus je côtoyais ces jeunes gens, plus je les aimais.  Ils me dirent que j’étais la première personne non-musulmane à qui ils parlaient d’islam. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

Ils complétèrent leur année d’études parmi nous.  Je les avais beaucoup aidés dans leurs études à l’académie de police, car j’avais déjà été enseignante au sein du corps policier.  J’avais également invité plusieurs de leurs confrères à la maison lorsqu’ils devaient faire certains travaux universitaires.  L’un d’eux était venu aux États-Unis avec sa femme et ils m’invitèrent chez eux.  Ils étaient très courtois et j’eus l’occasion de discuter avec sa femme au sujet du voile, de la prière et d’autres choses relatives à l’islam.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Une semaine avant leur départ définitif, j’organisai un dîner de famille avec tous leurs mets traditionnels préférés (j’en achetai certains, car je ne savais pas tous les cuisiner).  J’achetai un hijab (foulard) et une abaya (longue robe).  Je voulais leur laisser ce souvenir de moi.  Puis, avant que nous commencions à manger, je prononçai la shahadah (profession de foi) devant eux.  Ils se mirent tous deux à pleurer et à rire en même temps; ce fut un moment très spécial.  J’ai la conviction qu’Allah a envoyé ces deux personnes chez moi en réponse à mes prières et qu’Il m’a ainsi fait voir la Vérité.  Allah a envoyé l’islam dans ma propre maison.  Je Le loue pour Sa miséricorde, Son amour et Sa bonté envers moi.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Mon cheminement dans l’islam<\/span><\/h2>\r\n

Fahd et Abdoul retournèrent dans leur pays environ une semaine après ma conversion.  Ils me manquèrent terriblement, mais j’étais tout de même heureuse.  Peu de temps après ma conversion, j’allai m’enregistrer en tant que musulmane à la mosquée locale.  Je m’attendais à un chaleureux accueil de la part de ma nouvelle communauté; je croyais que tous les musulmans étaient comme les deux Arabes qui étaient venus chez moi et comme leurs confrères, qui avaient été si gentils.  Je me faisais des illusions.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Quant aux membres de ma famille, ils étaient toujours en état de choc.  Ils croyaient que je n’allais suivre cette religion que pour un temps, que j’allais me lasser et passer à une autre religion, comme je l’avais fait durant toute ma vie adulte.  Mais ils furent étonnés des changements que je commençai à apporter dans mon quotidien.  Mon mari est un homme facile à vivre; alors quand je lui dis que nous allions désormais manger de la viande halal et éliminer les aliments haram (interdits) de notre alimentation, il répondit : « D’accord ».<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Ensuite, j’enlevai les images ou photos d’animaux et d’êtres humains qui ornaient les murs de la maison.  Un jour, mon mari rentra à la maison et me trouva en train de ranger dans des albums des photos de famille qui se trouvaient précédemment exposées sur des murs.  Il me regarda sans faire de commentaire.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Ensuite, j’écrivis une lettre aux membres de ma famille élargie pour leur faire part de ma conversion et pour leur expliquer quelles répercussions cela aurait sur nos relations familiales.  Je leur expliquai également quelques notions de base sur l’islam.  Ils prirent le parti de s’éloigner quelque peu de moi, tandis que, de mon côté, je continuais d’apprendre les prières et de lire le Coran.  Je participai à des groupes de sœurs musulmanes, sur l’internet, ce qui facilita mon apprentissage de ma nouvelle religion.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

 (partie2 de 2)<\/span><\/h1>\r\n

Je m’inscrivis à un cours intitulé « Les fondements de l’islam », à la mosquée.  Comme j’étais à huit mois de ma retraite et qu’il y avait conflit d’horaire entre mon travail et mon cours, je demandai la permission de faire du télé-travail trois jours par semaine, permission qui me fut accordée.  Je pus donc faire du travail de planification et de recherche à partir de chez moi, tout en ne ratant aucune leçon à la mosquée.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Six mois après ma conversion, les sœurs de la mosquée que je fréquentais ne m’avaient toujours montré aucune ouverture.  J’étais déçue.  Je me sentais comme une étrangère parmi elles.  J’étais perplexe et inquiète.  Je tentai de devenir plus active, au sein de la communauté, en compagnie de sœurs qui s’étaient montré un peu plus ouvertes envers moi.  Je recherchais, en elles, la gentillesse, l’amitié et les manières respectueuses que j’avais observées chez les jeunes hommes venus chez moi.  Je fis plusieurs erreurs, à la mosquée, comme parler dans la salle de prière; j’assistai à un repas communautaire et mangeai avec ma main gauche; je portais du vernis transparent sur mes ongles et je fus ouvertement réprimandée; je fis mes ablutions incorrectement et on me regarda de travers.  J’étais de plus en plus découragée.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Puis, un jour, je reçus un colis d’une sœur du Koweït dont j’avais fait la rencontre sur internet.  Le colis contenait plusieurs abayas (robes longues), hijabs (foulards) et bas longs, et une note me souhaitant la bienvenue en tant que nouvelle sœur en islam.  Ensuite, je reçus un autre colis d’une sœur d’Arabie contenant une robe de prière et un tapis de prière qu’elle avait elle-même confectionné.  J’avais vu, une fois, sur internet, une phrase que je me rappelle chaque fois que je me sens comme une étrangère parmi les musulmanes.  La phrase disait : « Heureusement, j’ai embrassé l’islam avant de connaître les musulmans. »  Il ne s’agit pas d’une insulte, mais plutôt d’un rappel que l’islam est parfait, tandis que les musulmans ne le sont guère.  Je commençai aussi à comprendre que l’un des plus grands cadeaux qu’Allah puisse accorder aux musulmans est la fraternité, entre eux.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Au cours des quatre dernières années, ma vie a changé de façon drastique.  Ma famille a fini par accepter, avec générosité et tolérance, le fait que je sois musulmane et que je demeurerai musulmane, incha’Allah.  Je remercie Allah du fond du cœur de m’avoir épargné une épreuve bien connue de plusieurs convertis, qui doivent composer avec une famille qui cherche par tous les moyens à leur faire abandonner l’islam.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Avec le temps, je me suis fait quelques amies, dans ma ville et sur l’internet; elles sont devenues ma famille musulmane, qui m’apporte soutien, amour et amitié.  Près d’un an après ma conversion, je tombai gravement malade.  Je m’agrippai fermement à mon islam et fus reconnaissante pour le thé de nigelle et l’eau de zamzam que mes amies m’envoyèrent de partout dans le monde, de même que pour leurs prières.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Comme j’étais malade, je dus cesser mes activités communautaires, à la mosquée, et m’isolai bien malgré moi de la communauté musulmane.  Je continuai de pratiquer mes prières, ayant beaucoup de difficulté avec la prononciation arabe.  Celle qui nous enseignait l’islam, à la mosquée, enregistra des cassettes pour la prononciation et les envoya chez moi par l’intermédiaire d’une autre sœur.  Deux ans plus tard, j’avais appris à réciter quatre courtes sourates du Coran.  Cela peut sembler peu pour la majorité des musulmans, mais pour moi, ce fut tout un accomplissement.  J’entrepris ensuite d’apprendre tous les mots des autres parties de la prière, ce qui me prit deux ans.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Au début de ma troisième année en tant que musulmane, je fis une crise cardiaque et dus subir une intervention chirurgicale.  Ce fut un moment triste, pour moi, car compte tenu des séquelles, je sus que plus jamais je ne pourrais me prosterner, en prière, et que je devrais désormais prier assise, sur une chaise.  Je compris, à ce moment-là, à quel point l’islam est une religion qui cherche à faciliter la vie, aux croyants.  En effet, prier assis sur une chaise est acceptable, tout comme ne pas jeûner pour cause de maladie est acceptable.  Autrement dit, à aucun instant je n’ai senti que j’étais moins musulmane parce que je faisais les choses autrement.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Après avoir visité plusieurs mosquées et remarqué qu’elles étaient fréquentées par des gens provenant des quatre coins du monde, je réalisai que les petits groupes qui se formaient, dans ces mosquées, se formaient surtout sur la base d’une langue ou d’une culture communes et non par rejet des personnes appartenant à d’autres cultures.  Je pris le parti de voir les choses de façon positive et d’apprécier le fait que, malgré nos différences, je pouvais toujours compter sur un sourire et un « assalam’alaikoum ».<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Après un temps, je fréquentai de plus en plus des sœurs qui s’étaient converties, comme moi.  Nous avons beaucoup en commun, nous passons au travers des mêmes épreuves, comme les relations difficiles avec notre famille, les difficultés à prononcer l’arabe, l’isolement lors des fêtes musulmanes et pendant le Ramadan.  Parfois, notre conversion provoque la perte d’amis de longue date, qui n’arrivent pas à accepter nos nouvelles habitudes.  Ou alors, nous les perdons parce que nous cessons de participer à leurs activités comme aller danser en boîte.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Avec le temps, ayant moins d’énergie pour les activités communautaires, je cherchai des moyens de rendre service aux musulmans en général.  Je demandai à Allah de m’aider à trouver quelque chose.  Un jour, ma petite-fille me suggéra d’écrire un livre sur mon histoire avec les deux jeunes musulmans qui étaient venus chez moi, ma conversion à l’islam et le point de vue de ma famille sur le sujet.  Ce que je fis.  Et j’écrivis également des histoires sur les problèmes vécus par les jeunes musulmanes, à l’école et à la maison, et sur les solutions à ces problèmes.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

J’ai commencé à écrire une série de livres intitulée Islamic Rose Books.  J’ai créé un groupe de sœurs auteures, sur l’internet, ce qui a amené la création d’une Islamic Writers Alliance (alliance des écrivains islamique).  L’alliance est une organisation internationale créée pour apporter du soutien aux auteures ou aspirantes auteures.  Notre but est de nous entraider à promouvoir nos ouvrages auprès des lecteurs et des éditeurs.  J’ai également décidé d’aider deux banques alimentaires musulmanes en créant une base de données pour les aider à assurer le suivi de leur inventaire, de leurs clients et de leurs contacts et à créer des rapports.  Et j’ai décidé d’utiliser une grande partie des profits de mes livres pour l’achat de livres destinés aux bibliothèques islamiques pour enfants.  J’ai en effet découvert que plusieurs de ces bibliothèques ont des tablettes vides à combler.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

J’ai encore beaucoup à apprendre sur l’islam.  Je ne me lasse jamais de lire le Coran et un de mes passe-temps favoris est lire des ouvrages sur des personnages importants de l’histoire de l’islam.  Si je suis incertaine au sujet de quelque chose, je cherche dans la sounnah du Prophète (que la paix et les bénédictions de Dieu soient sur lui).  Je vois comment il a composé avec certaines situations et je prends ses hadiths pour guide.  Mon cheminement, au sein de l’islam, n’est pas terminé et j’espère vivre de nombreuses autres expériences intéressantes.  Je remercie Allah chaque jour pour Sa miséricorde et Son amour.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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

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Ungefähr vor fünf Jahren war ich 52Jahre alt und Christin.  Ich war kein Mitglied irgendeiner Kirche, aber mein Leben lang hatte ich nach der Wahrheit gesucht.  Ich war bei vielen Kirchen gewesen und ihre Lehrern studiert.  Alle hatten Mängel, und ich erkannte, dass keine die Wahrheit über Allah besaß.  Seit ich neun Jahre alt gewesen bin, habe an jedem Tag meines Lebens in der Bibel gelesen.  Ich kann dir nicht sagen, wie oft ich in den vielen Jahren nach der Wahrheit gesucht habe. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

Während der vielen Jahre meiner Suche nach der Wahrheit habe ich zahlreiche religiöse Ansichten studiert.  Über ein Jahr lang habe ich zweimal wöchentlich mit einem katholischen Priester studiert, aber ich konnte die katholischen Sichtweisen nicht akzeptieren.  Ein weiteres Jahr habe ich damit verbracht, mit den Zeugen Jehovas zu studieren, und ich habe ihre Ansichten nicht angenommen.  Fast zwei Jahre habe ich mit den LDS (Latter-Day Saints, d.h. den Mormonen) verbracht und immer noch nicht die Wahrheit gefunden.  Ich hatte einen jüdischen Freund, und wir hatten zahlreiche Diskussionen über jüdische Glaubensansichten.  Ich ging zu vielen protestantischen Kirchen, zu einigen monatelang, und versuchte, Antworten auf meine Fragen zu finden.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Mein Herz sagte mir, Jesus ist nicht Gott, sondern ein Prophet.  Mein Herz sagte mir, Adam und Eva waren für ihre Sünde verantwortlich, nicht ich.  Mein Herz sagte mir, ich sollte nur Gott anbeten, keinen anderen.  Mein Verstand sagte mir, dass ich sowohl für meine guten als auch meine schlechten Taten verantwortlich war, und dass Gott nie die Gestalt eines Menschen annehmen würde, um mir zu sagen, dass ich nicht verantwortlich sei.  Er hatte nicht das Bedürfnis als Mensch zu leben und zu sterben; schließlich ist Er Gott. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

Da war ich nun, voller Fragen und betete zu Gott um Hilfe.  Ich hatte wirklich Angst davor, zu sterben und nicht die Wahrheit zu kennen.  Ich betete und betete.  Ich erhielt von Priestern und Pfarrern Antworten wie: “Dies ist ein Mysterium.”   Ich fühlte, dass Gott wollte, dass die Menschen in den Himmel kommen, da würde Er kein Geheimnis daraus machen, wie man dort hin gelangt; wie man sein Leben entsprechend führt; und wie man Ihn versteht.  Ich wusste in meinem Herzen, dass all das, was ich hörte, nicht wahr war. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

Ich lebe in Arizona, USA und im Alter von 52 hatte ich immer noch nicht mit einem Muslim gesprochen.  Ich hatte, wie viele Westler, in den Medien reichlich über den Islam als fanatische Religion von Terroristen gelesen, daher habe ich niemals irgend ein Buch oder Informationen über den Islam erforscht.  Ich wusste nichts über diese Religion.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Meine Entdeckung<\/span><\/h2>\r\n

Vor etwa vier Jahren ging ich nach 24 Jahren als Polizistin in Rente.  Mein Ehemann ist ebenfalls Polizist in Ruhestand.  Das Jahr vor meiner Rente war ich immer noch Polizeiwachtmeisterin \/ Supervisor.  Polizisten haben weltweit einen gemeinsamen Bund, den wir eine Strafverfolgungs- Bruder-Schwesternschaft nennen.  Wir helfen einander immer, egal zu welchem Polizeidepartment oder Land einer gehört.  <\/span><\/p>\r\n

In jenem Jahr erhielt ich ein Flugblatt, das um Hilfe für eine Gruppe saudi- arabischer Polizisten bat, die in die Vereinigten Staaten gekommen waren, um englisch an der örtlichen Universität zu lernen und an einer Polizeiakademie in der Stadt, in der ich lebte, teilzunehmen.  Die saudischen Polizisten suchten nach Unterkünften, wo sie in Gastfamilien leben können, um die Sitten und Gebräuche in der US zu lernen und um die englische Sprache, die sie lernten, üben zu können. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

Mein Sohn ist alleinerziehend.  Wir hatten ihm dabei geholfen, ein Haus neben unserem zu finden, damit wir ihm bei der Erziehung seiner Tochter behilflich sein können.  Ich sprach mit meinem Ehemann und wir entschieden, dass es gut wäre, diesen Polizisten zu helfen.  Es wäre für unsere Enkeltochter eine gute Gelegenheit, etwas über Menschen aus  einem anderen Land zu erfahren.  Mir wurde gesagt, dass die jungen Männer Muslime waren, und ich war sehr neugierig. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

Ein Dolmetscher der Arizona State University brachte einen jungen Mann namens Abdul um uns zu treffen.  Er konnte kein Englisch sprechen.  Wir zeigten ihm Schlafzimmer und Badezimmer, die seine wären, wenn er bei uns blieb.  Ich mochte Abdul sofort.  Seine respektvolle und freundlichen Art hatte mein Herz erobert! <\/span><\/p>\r\n

Dann wurde Fahd zu uns nach Hause gebracht.  Er war jünger und scheuer, aber ein wunderbarer junger Mann.  Ich wurde ihr Tutor, und wir führten viele Diskussionen über die Arbeit der Polizei in den USA, Saudi Arabien, den Islam usw.  Ich beobachtete, wie sie einander halfen, und auch die anderen 16 Polizisten, die in die USA gekommen waren, um englisch zu lernen.  Während des Jahres, das sie hier verbracht haben, habe ich Fahd und Abdul respektieren und bewundern gelernt, denn sie haben sich von der amerikanischen Kultur nicht beeinflussen lassen.  Sie gingen freitags zur Moschee, sagten ihre Gebete, egal wie müde sie waren, und sie waren immer vorsichtig mit dem, was sie aßen usw.  Sie zeigten mir, wie man manche traditionelle saudische Gerichte kocht, und sie nahmen mich mit zu arabischen Märkten und Restaurants.  Sie waren sehr freundlich zu meiner Enkeltochter.  Sie überschütteten sie mit Geschenken, Scherzen und Freundschaft. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sie behandelten meinen Ehemann und mich mit viel Respekt.  Jeden Tag riefen sie an, um zu fragen, ob ich sie brauchte, um zum Markt zu fahren, bevor sie mit ihren saudischen Kollegen studieren gingen.  Ich zeigte ihnen, wie man den Computer benutzt, und ich orderte arabische Papiere online und begann in Internet mehr zu suchen, um über sie, über ihre Bräuche und ihre Religion zu lernen.  Ich wollte nichts tun, das sie kränken könnte.    <\/span><\/p>\r\n

Eines Tages fragte ich sie, ob sie einen zusätzlichen Qur´an haben.  Ich wollte lesen, was er zu sagen hatte.  Sie wandten sich an ihre Botschaft in Washington DC, und sie schickten mir einen englischen Qur´an, Kassetten und andere Broschüren.  Auf mein Verlangen hin fingen wir an, über den Islam zu diskutieren (sie mussten englisch sprechen und dies sollte der Mittelpunkt unserer Nachhilfe-Sitzungen sein).  Ich fing langsam an, diese jungen Männer zu lieben, und sie erzählten mir, dass ich die erste nicht-muslimische Frau sei, der sie den Islam beibrachten!  Nach einem Jahr hatten sie ihre Studien und das Training an der Polizeiakademie vervollständigt.  Ich war in der Lage, ihnen bei ihren polizeilichen Studien zu helfen, denn ich war ein Polizeiausbilder in meiner Karriere als Polizistin gewesen.  Ich lud viele ihrer Mit-Polizisten zu unserem Haus ein, um ihnen mit ihren Universitätsprojekten zu helfen und um englisch mit ihnen zu üben.  Ein Bruder hatte seine Frau in die USA mitgebracht und ich wurde zu ihnen eingeladen.  Sie waren sehr dankbar, und ich konnte mit seiner Frau über die muslimische Kleidung, Gebetswaschungen und ähnliche Dinge reden. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

Eine Woche bevor meine “Pflegesöhne” nach Saudi Arabien zurückehrten, plante ich ein Familienessen mit allen ihren traditionellen Lieblingsessen (ich hatte einige davon gekauft, denn ich wusste nicht, wie man alles kocht).  Ich kaufte ein Hijab und eine Abaya (ein langes islamisches Gewand).  Ich wollte, dass sie heimkehren und sich an mich als angemessen bekleidete muslimische Schwester erinnern.  Bevor wir aßen, sagte ich die Schahada (das öffentliche Glaubensbekenntnis).  Die Jungen schrien und lachten, und es war so anders.  Ich glaube in meinem Herzen, dass Allah die Jungs als Antwort auf meine jahrelangen Gebete geschickt hat.  Ich glaube, Er hat mich auserwählt, die Wahrheit durch das Licht des Islam zu sehen.  Ich glaube, Allah sandte den Islam zu mir nach Hause.  Ich lobpreise ihn für Seine Gnade, Liebe und Freundlichkeit mir gegenüber.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Meine Reise zum Islam<\/span><\/h2>\r\n

Meine saudischen Jungs kehrten ungefähr eine Woche nach meiner Konvertierung in Heimatland zurück.  Ich vermisste sie sehr, aber ich war auch sehr glücklich.  Ich trat fast gleich nach meiner Konvertierung der örtlichen Moschee als Mitglied bei und registrierte mich als Muslim.  Ich wurde herzlich von meiner neuen muslimischen Gemeinde aufgenommen.  Ich dachte, alle Muslime wären wie die saudischen Jungs und die anderen saudischen Polizisten, die ich getroffen hatte und mit denen ich im vorigen Jahr soviel Zeit verbracht hatte.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Meine Familie war immer noch in einem Schockzustand!  Sie dachten, ich würde eine Zeit lang diese neue Religion verfolgen, missmutig werden und dann zu einer anderen Religion übergehen, wie ich es mein ganzes Leben als Erwachsener getan hatte.  Sie waren überrascht über die Veränderungen, die ich meinem alltäglichen Leben zu machen begann.  Mein Ehemann ist ein kongenialer Mann, als ich ihm sagte, dass wir in Zukunft halal Lebensmittel essen und dass wir haram (verbotene) Lebensmittel vermeiden werden, sagte er:“Okay!“<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Meine nächste Veränderung war die Entfernung von Bildern von Menschen und Tieren aus den Räumen des Hauses.  Eines Tages kam mein Ehemann von der Arbeit und fand mich, wie ich Familienfotos, die zuvor die Wände unseres Hauses geziert hatten, in große hübsch-gebundene Fotoalben ordnete.  Er betrachtete mich, machte aber keinen Kommentar. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

Dann schrieb ich einen Brief an meine nicht-muslimische Familie, in dem ich ihnen meine Konvertierung mitteilte und wie sie unsere familiären Beziehungen verändern würde und wie nicht.  Ich erklärte einige Grundlagen des Islams.  Dennoch behielt meine Familie ihre eigene Entscheidung, und ich lernte weiter das Gebet und Qur´an zu lesen.  Ich wurde bei Schwesterngruppen im Internet aktiv und dies vereinfachte das Lernen meines neuen Glaubens.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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Ich nahm auch an einem “Fundamente des Islam” Kurs in der Moschee teil, wenn ich von meiner Arbeit weg konnte.  Ich war immer noch eine Polizeibeamte, und es war schwierig – nein, unmöglich sich zu bedecken.  Dies wurde für mich zu einer Quelle wahrer Unzufriedenheit und der Besorgnis.  Nur noch acht Monate, dann konnte ich in Ruhestand gehen; da bat ich um das Recht, Telearbeit von zuhause aus machen zu dürfen, um Planungs- und Forschungsprojekte zu machen, und dies wurde mir für drei Tage in der Woche gewährt.   <\/span><\/p>\r\n

Nachdem die ersten sechs Monate vergangen waren, waren die Schwestern in der Moschee, zu der ich immer ging, noch immer nicht richtig mit mir warm geworden.  Ich war enttäuscht.  Ich fing an, mich wie ein Außenseiter zu fühlen.  Ich war verwirrt und besorgt.  Ich versuchte mit ein paar Schwestern, die immer freundlich zu mir gewesen waren, in der Gemeinde aktiv tätig zu werden.  Ich suchte nach der Freundlichkeit, der Freundschaft und dem guten Benehmen, die meine saudischen Jungs jeden Tag praktiziert hatten.  Ich machte viele Fehler in der Moschee, wie sprechen im Gebet, als ich versuchte, vom Boden aufzustehen.  Ich ging zu einem Gemeinschaftsfest und aß mit meiner linken Hand; ich hatte Nagellack auf meinen geschnittenen Nägeln und wurde gerügt.  Ich machte Wudu (Gebetswaschung) nicht korrekt, und sie runzelten die Stirn.  Ich wurde sehr entmutigt. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

Dann bekam ich eines Tages ein Päckchen von einer Schwester, die ich im Internet getroffen hatte.  In dem Päckchen waren verschiedene Abayas, Hijabs, Seidenstrümpfe und eine warme und freundliche Notiz, in der sie mich als Schwester im Islam begrüßte.  Sie lebt in Kuwait.  Als nächstes schickte mir eine liebe Schwester ein Gebetskleid und einen Gebetsteppich, den sie selbst gemacht hatte.  Diese liebe Schwester lebt in Saudi Arabien.  Ich erhielt eine email, die eine Bemerkung enthält, an die ich mich immer erinnere, wenn ich mich als „Außenseiter“ fühle.  Sie lautet: „Ich bin froh, dass ich Muslim geworden bin, bevor ich viele Muslime getroffen habe.“  Dies ist keine Beleidigung.  Es war eine Erinnerung daran, dass der Islam vollkommen ist, doch wir Muslime sind es, die unvollkommen sind.  Genau wie ich Mängel habe, so können dies auch meine Brüder und Schwestern haben.  Ich begann auch etwas zu verstehen, was ich für das größte Geschenk halte, das Allah den Muslimen gegeben hat: die Schwester und Bruderschaft im Islam.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

In den vergangenen vier Jahren hat sich mein Leben dramatisch verändert.  Meine Familie hat mit Großzügigkeit und Toleranz akzeptiert, dass ich Muslim bin und dass ich Muslim bleiben werde.  Alles Lob und Dank gebührt Allah. dass Er mir die Prüfung vieler Konvertierter erspart hat, mit einer geliebten Familie umgehen zu müssen, die nur danach strebt, sie wieder vom Islam abzubringen. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

Nach und nach habe ich Schwestern gefunden, sowohl in der Nähe als auch im Cyber Space, dutzende von Schwestern wurden zu meiner muslimischen Familie, geben mir Unterstützung, Liebe und Freundschaft.  Kurz vor meinem ersten Jahr als Muslima bekam ich eine Reihe lebensbedrohlicher Krankheiten.  Ich klammerte mich fest an das Seil des Islam, und ich war dankbar für den Tee aus Schwarzkümmelsamen und Zamzam -Wasser, das mir meine Freundinnen aus aller Welt schickten und für ihre täglichen Du´a (Bittgebete).<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Als meine Gesundheit weiter versagte und ich körperlich immer schwächer wurde, musste ich meine Arbeiten für die Gemeinschaft einstellen und wurde von der örtlichen muslimischen Gemeinschaft isoliert.  Ich arbeitete hart an meinem Gebet, ich hatte zwar große Schwierigkeiten mit der arabischen Aussprache, aber ich gab nicht auf.  Mein Islam –Lehrer machte ein paar Kassettenaufnahmen und eine Schwester brachte sie zu mir nach Hause, um mir zu helfen.  Nach zwei Jahren hatte ich gelernt, vier Suras (Kapitel) aus dem Qur´an zu rezitieren.  Dies mag den meisten Muslimen wenig erscheinen, aber für mich war es eine große Leistung.  Das Lernen der Worte für die anderen Teile des Gebets kosteten mich zwei weitere Jahre der Anstrengung. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

Während meines dritten Jahres als Muslim erlitt ich einen Herzinfarkt und hatte eine Herzoperation.  Es war traurig für mich, denn ich wusste, ich würde beim Beten nie wieder mit meinem Kopf den Boden berühren können, sondern ich würde für immer auf meinem Stuhl sitzen müssen zum Beten.  Zu dieser Zeit verstand ich die Gnade von Allah, dass der Islam die Religion der Erleichterung ist.  Auf einem Stuhl sitzend zu beten wird akzeptiert, nicht zu fasten, wenn man krank ist, wird akzeptiert.  Ich brauchte mich wegen dieser Umstände nicht als geringerer Muslim zu fühlen. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

Nachdem ich verschiedene Moscheen besucht und beobachtet hatte, dass wir wie die mini Vereinigten Staaten sind, begann ich, zu sehen, dass diese kleinen Gruppen innerhalb der Moscheen sich meistens aufgrund der Sprache und Kultur bildeten und nichts mit dem mögen oder nicht mögen einer Person zu tun hatte.  Ich fühlte mich gut, da ich trotz all dieser Unterschiede immer auf ein Lächeln und ein “As-Salaam’ Alaikum!” zählen konnte.  <\/span><\/p>\r\n

Nach einer Zeit fing ich an, zu den Schwestern zu neigen, die so wie ich konvertiert waren.  Wir haben viel gemeinsam – wir erfahren dieselben Prüfungen, wie nicht-muslimische Familienmitglieder, Schwierigkeiten damit, das Arabische auszusprechen, an muslimischen Feiertagen allein zu sein, und kein Familienmitglied zu haben, um mit ihm im Ramadhan gemeinsam Fasten zu brechen.  Manchmal bedeuteten unsere Konvertierungen, lebenslange Freundschaften zu verlieren, weil sie einfach unsere neuen Gewohnheiten nicht akzeptieren konnten oder es war, weil wir Aktivitäten, die bei Nicht-Muslimen üblich sind, aufgegeben haben, wie Tanzen gehen und gemischte Gruppen. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

Als ich immer weniger in der Lage war, an den Gemeinschaftsaktivitäten teilzunehmen, suchte ich nach einer Möglichkeit, zu einer größeren muslimischen Gemeinschaft beizutragen.  Ich bat Allah immer wieder, mich darin zu unterstützen.  Eines Tages schlug mir meine junge Enkeltochter vor, dass ich Bücher über meine saudischen Jungs, den Islam und die Erfahrungen meiner Familie mit dem Islam schreiben sollte.  Ich entschloss mich, die Bücher zu schreiben und auch von einer Mädchengruppe, die sowohl aus Muslimen als auch aus Nicht-Muslimen bestand.  Die Geschichten sollten die Probleme junger Mädchen mit einschießen, die ihnen in der Schule und zu Hause entgegentraten, und ich wollte meine Kenntnisse vom Islam als Anleitung für diese Charaktere im Buch nutzen.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Ich fing an, eine Buchreihe zu schreiben, die ich “Islamic Rose Books” nannte.  Ich gründete eine e-Gruppe für Schwestern, die Autoren waren, und für solche, die es werden wollten und dies entwickelte sich zu der Gründung einer “Islamic Writers Alliance”.  Diese Allianz ist eine internationale Organisation, die Unterstützung für weibliche, muslimische Verfasser und Anwärter bietet.  Unser Hauptziel besteht darin, uns gegenseitig dabei zu helfen, unsere Werke Lesern und Verlagen vorzustellen.  Ich beschloss auch, zwei muslimischen Nahrungsmittelbanken zu helfen, indem ich Datenbanken gründete, die ihnen dabei halfen, ihr Inventar, ihre Kunden und Kontakte zu verfolgen, sowie Berichte für ihre Finanzierungszwecke zu erstellen.  Ich beschloss, einen großen Teil der Gewinne vom Bücherverkauf zu spenden, um Bücher für islamische Kinder -Bibliotheken zu  kaufen.  Denn ich habe entdeckt, dass viele solcher Bibliotheken leere Regale habe, wo islamische Bücher hinein gehören. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

Ich muss immer noch viel über den Islam lernen.  Ich werde nie müde, im Qur´an zu lesen und eine meiner Lieblingsbeschäftigungen besteht darin, über berühmte, historische islamische Figuren zu lesen.  Wenn ich über eine Sache im Islam unsicher bin, schaue ich in der Sunna des Propheten (Friede sei auf ihm) nach.  Ich sehe, wie er auf Situationen reagierte und nutze es als Anleitung.  Meine Reise zum Islam wird weiter gehen, und ich freue mich auf viele neue Erfahrungen.  Ich danke Allah täglich für Seine Gnade und Liebe. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

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Linda Delgado, ex-cristã, EUA<\/span><\/h1>\r\n

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 (parte 1 de 2)<\/span><\/h1>\r\n

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Cinco anos atrás estava com cinquenta e dois anos e era cristã.  Não era membro de nenhuma igreja cristã, mas toda a minha vida tinha buscado pela verdade.  Frequentei muitas igrejas e estudei com seus professores.  Todas decepcionaram e não reconheci nenhuma como sendo a verdade sobre Allah.  Desde os nove anos li a Bíblia todos os dias de minha vida.  Não posso dizer quantas vezes procurei a verdade nela, ao longo dos anos. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

Durante os longos anos de minha busca pela verdade, estudei com muitos religiosos.  Por um ano estudei duas vezes por semana com um padre católico, mas não consegui aceitar a crença católica.  Passei outro ano estudando com as Testemunhas de Jeová e não aceitei suas crenças também.  Passei quase dois anos com os mórmons e não encontrei a verdade.  Tinha um amigo judeu e tivemos muitas discussões sobre as crenças judaicas.  Fui a muitas igrejas protestantes, em algumas por meses, tentando encontrar respostas para minhas perguntas.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Meu coração me dizia que Jesus não era Deus, mas um profeta.  Meu coração me dizia que Adão e Eva eram responsáveis por seu pecado, não eu.  Meu coração me dizia que devia orar a Deus e ninguém mais.  Minha razão me dizia que era responsável por meus bons e maus atos e que Deus nunca assumiria a forma de um homem para me dizer que eu não era responsável.  Ele não precisava viver e morrer como um humano; afinal de contas, Ele é Deus.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Então lá estava eu, cheia de perguntas e orando a Deus por ajuda.  Tinha um temor real de morrer e não saber a verdade.  Orei e orei.  Recebi respostas de pregadores e padres do tipo: “Isso é um mistério.” Sentia que Deus queria que as pessoas fossem para o paraíso e não transformaria em mistério como chegar lá, como viver a vida de acordo com isso e como compreendê-Lo.  Sabia em meu coração que tudo que ouvia não era verdade.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Moro no Arizona, EUA, e com a idade de cinquenta e dois anos nunca tinha conversado com um muçulmano.  Eu, como muitos ocidentais, tinha lido muito na mídia sobre o Islã ser uma religião fanática de terroristas e nunca tinha pesquisado livros ou informação sobre o Islã.  Não sabia nada sobre a religião.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Minha Descoberta<\/span><\/h2>\r\n

Há cinco anos aposentei-me depois de vinte e quatro anos como policial.  Meu marido também se aposentou como policial.  No ano anterior à minha aposentadoria ainda era sargento da polícia\/supervisora.  Policiais em todo o mundo tem um elo comum que chamamos de irmandade policial.  Sempre nos ajudamos, independente do departamento policial ou país.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Naquele ano recebi um folheto pedindo ajuda com um grupo de policiais sauditas que tinham vindo para os Estados Unidos aprender inglês na universidade local e frequentar uma academia de polícia na cidade em que moro.  Os policiais sauditas procuravam casas para morar com famílias anfitriãs para aprender sobre os costumes americanos e praticar o inglês que aprendiam.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Meu filho cuidava de minha neto como pai solteiro.  Nós o ajudamos a encontrar uma casa próxima da nossa para que pudéssemos ajudar na educação dela.  Conversei com meu marido e decidimos que seria bom ajudar esses policiais.  Seria uma oportunidade para nossa neta aprender sobre pessoas de outro país.  Disseram que os jovens eram muçulmanos e estava muito curiosa.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Na universidade estadual do Arizona o intérprete saudita trouxe um jovem chamado Abdul para nos encontrar.  Ele não falava inglês.  Mostramos a ele um quarto e banheiro, que poderia ser dele quando ficasse conosco.  Gostei de Abdul imediatamente.  Sua maneira respeitosa e gentil conquistou meu coração!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Depois Fahd foi levado para nossa casa.  Era mais jovem e mais tímido, mas um rapaz maravilhoso.  Tornei-me tutora deles e compartilhamos muitas discussões sobre trabalho policial, os EUA, Arábia Saudita, Islã, etc. Observei como se ajudavam e também aos outros dezesseis policiais sauditas que vieram para os EUA aprender inglês.  Durante o ano que ficaram aqui, passei a admirar e respeitar Fahd e Abdul por não deixarem a cultura americana ter qualquer impacto sobre eles.  Iam à mesquita nas sextas-feiras, faziam suas orações mesmo estando cansados e eram sempre cuidadosos com o que comiam, etc. Mostraram como cozinhar algumas comidas tradicionais sauditas e me levaram aos mercados e restaurantes árabes.  Eram muito gentis com minha neta.  Eles a cobriram de presentes, brincadeiras e amizade.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Tratavam meu marido e eu com muito respeito.  Todo dia ligavam para saber se eu precisava que fossem ao mercado antes de irem estudar com seus amigos sauditas.  Mostrei a eles como usar o computador e pedir jornais árabes online e comecei a pesquisar na internet para aprender mais sobre eles, seus costumes e religião.  Não queria fazer coisas que os ofendessem.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Um dia perguntei se tinham um Alcorão extra.  Queria ler o que tinha a dizer. Contataram sua embaixada em Washington DC e conseguiram para mim um Alcorão em inglês, tapes e outros panfletos.  A pedido meu, começamos a discutir o Islã (tinham que falar em inglês e isso se tornou o foco de nossas sessões de tutoria).  Passei a amar esses rapazes e me contaram que eu era a primeira não-muçulmana a quem tinham ensinado o Islã!  Depois de um ano eles completaram seus estudos e treinamento na academia de polícia.  Fui capaz de ajuda-los com seus estudos na polícia, já que tinha sido instrutora da polícia durante minha carreira policial.  Convidei muitos de seus irmãos-policiais para a minha casa para ajudar com os projetos da universidade e praticar inglês.  Um irmão trouxe a esposa para ficar aqui nos EUA e fui convidada para ir a casa deles.  Foram muito graciosos e pude conversar com a esposa dele sobre vestimenta islâmica, abluções para oração e coisas semelhantes.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Uma semana antes dos “meus filhos postiços” retornaram para casa na Arábia Saudita, planejei um jantar familiar com suas comidas tradicionais favoritas (comprei uma parte porque não sabia como cozinhar todas elas).  Comprei um hijab e uma abaia (longa túnica islâmica).  Queria que quando fossem para casa lembrassem-se de mim vestida apropriadamente como uma irmã muçulmana.  Antes de comermos disse minha shahada (declaração pública de fé).  Os meninos choraram e sorriram e foi muito especial.  Acredito em meu coração que Allah enviou os meninos para mim em resposta aos meus anos de orações.  Acredito que Ele me escolheu para ver a verdade através da luz do Islã.  Acredito que Allah enviou o Islã para a minha casa.  Eu O louvo por Sua misericórdia, amor e bondade comigo.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Minha Jornada no Islã<\/span><\/h2>\r\n

Meus meninos sauditas voltaram para sua terra natal uma semana após minha reversão.  Senti muito a falta deles, mas continuava feliz.  Filiei-me a uma mesquita local como membro quase imediatamente após minha reversão e me registrei como muçulmana.  Estava antecipando uma boa acolhida de minha nova comunidade muçulmana.  Pensava que todos os muçulmanos eram como os meus meninos sauditas e os outros jovens policiais sauditas que tinha encontrado e passado tempo durante o ano anterior.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Minha família continuava em estado de choque!  Achavam que ficaria nessa nova religião por um tempo, ficaria desgostosa e seguiria em frente para outra religião, como tinha feito durante toda minha vida adulta.  Estavam surpresos com as mudanças que comecei a fazer em minha vida diária.  Meu marido é um homem amigável e quando eu disse que passaríamos a comer alimentos halal e eliminar os alimentos haram (proibidos) ele disse “ok”.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Minha próxima mudança foi remover fotos de pessoas e animais dos quartos na casa.  Um dia meu marido chegou em casa do trabalho e me viu colocando as fotos de família que antes estavam nas paredes de nossa casa em álbuns de foto grandes e belamente encadernados.  Observou e não comentou.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Em seguida escrevi uma carta para minha família não-muçulmana contando a eles sobre minha reversão e como isso mudaria e não mudaria nossas relações familiares.  Expliquei um pouco dos básicos do Islã.  Minha família continuava sem se pronunciar e eu continuei a trabalhar no aprendizado da oração e leitura do meu Alcorão.   Fiquei ativa em grupos de irmãs na internet e isso facilitou meu aprendizado sobre minhas novas crenças.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

(parte 2 de 2)<\/span><\/h1>\r\n

Também frequentei uma aula de “Fundamentos do Islã” na mesquita quando pude sair do meu trabalho.  Continuava sendo um sargento da polícia e era difícil - não, impossível, me cobrir.  Isso se tornou uma fonte de descontentamento e preocupação reais para mim.  Em oito meses poderia me aposentar e, assim, pedi e consegui o direito de trabalhar de maneira remota de minha casa três dias por semana, fazendo planejamento e projetos de pesquisa.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Depois que os primeiros seis meses tinham passado, as irmãs na mesquita que frequentava ainda não tinham me recebido bem.  Estava desapontada.  Comecei a me sentir como uma intrusa.  Estava intrigada e preocupada.  Tentei tornar-me ativa nos serviços comunitários com umas poucas irmãs que tinham sido amigáveis comigo.  Procurei pela gentileza, amizade e excelentes maneiras que eram praticadas diariamente por meus meninos sauditas.  Cometi muitos erros na mesquita, como falar no salão de oração enquanto tentava levantar e abaixar do chão.  Fui a uma celebração da comunidade e comi com minha mão esquerda; usei esmalte em minhas unhas e fui repreendida.  Fiz wudu (abluções) incorretamente e me torceram o nariz.  Fiquei muito desencorajada.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Então um dia recebi um pacote no correio de uma irmã-amiga que tinha encontrado na internet.  No pacote havia várias abaias, hijabs, meias de seda e uma nota calorosa e amigável me dando as boas vindas como sua irmã no Islã.  Ela mora no Kuwait.  Em seguida uma irmã querida me enviou uma roupa para oração e um tapete de oração que fez a mão.  Essa irmã mora na Arábia Saudita.  Recebi um e-mail que tinha uma afirmação que sempre lembro nas vezes que tenho aquela sensação de ser uma “estrangeira”.  A nota dizia: “Estou feliz por ter me tornado muçulmana antes de encontrar muitos muçulmanos.” Não é um insulto.  É um lembrete de que o Islã é perfeito e nós muçulmanos somos imperfeitos.  Assim como tenho falhas, minhas irmãs e irmãos também podem ter.  Também comecei a entender o que pessoalmente acredito ser uma das grandes dádivas que Allah deu aos muçulmanos: a irmandade no Islã.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Durante os últimos quatro anos minha vida mudou muito.  Minha família passou a aceitar com generosidade e tolerância que sou muçulmana e continuarei muçulmana.  Todos os agradecimentos são para Allah, por me poupar das tribulações com as quais muitos revertidos têm que lidar com a família tentando dissuadi-los do Islã.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Gradualmente fiz algumas amizades com irmãs localmente e pelo ciberespaço dúzias de amigas irmãs se tornaram minha família muçulmana, me dando apoio, amor e amizade.  Foi perto do meu primeiro ano como muçulmana que fiquei doente com uma série de doenças apresentando risco de vida.  Apeguei-me à corda do Islã e sou grata pelo chá de semente preta e pela água de Zam-Zam que minhas amigas-irmãs enviaram para mim de todo o mundo, junto com suas súplicas diárias.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

À medida que minha saúde continuou a fraquejar e fiquei mais fraca fisicamente, tive que descontinuar o trabalho comunitário e fiquei mais isolada da comunidade muçulmana local.  Continuei a trabalhar duro em minha oração, tendo grande dificuldade com a pronúncia do árabe, mas sem desistir.  Minha professora islâmica fez algumas gravações e uma irmã as trouxe para minha casa para me ajudar.  Depois de dois anos tinha aprendido a recitar quatro suratas (capítulos) do Alcorão.  Pode parecer um número pequeno para a maioria dos muçulmanos, mas para mim foi uma grande realização.  Passei a me dedicar ao aprendizado das palavras para outras partes da oração: outros dois anos de esforço.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Durante a parte inicial do meu terceiro ano como muçulmana sofri um ataque cardíaco e fiz uma cirurgia cardíaca.  Foi um período triste para mim, porque sabia que nunca mais poderia tocar minha cabeça no chão ao orar e teria que sentar em minha cadeira e orar dali para frente.  Foi nessa época que verdadeiramente compreendi a provisão de Allah de que o Islã é a religião da facilidade.  Orar sentada na cadeira é aceitável; não jejuar quando se está doente é aceitável.  Não tinha que me sentir menos muçulmana por causa dessas circunstâncias.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Depois de visitar várias mesquitas e observar que éramos como uma mini Nações Unidas, comecei a ver que os pequenos grupos dentro da mesquita eram na maioria formados com base na língua e cultura e não por gostar ou desgostar de qualquer pessoa.  Senti-me bem que, independente dessas diferenças, podia sempre contar com um sorriso e um “Assalamu alaikum!”<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Depois de um tempo comecei a gravitar ao redor de irmãs que são revertidas ao Islã como eu.  Temos muito em comum - experimentamos muitas das mesmas tribulações, como membros da família que não são muçulmanos, dificuldade em pronunciar o árabe, ficar sozinhas nos feriados muçulmanos e não ter um membro da família para quebrar o jejum durante o Ramadã.  Às vezes nossas reversões significam perder amigos de toda uma vida que simplesmente não conseguem aceitar nossos novos hábitos ou por causa de nossa descontinuação de atividades comuns aos não-muçulmanos, como dança e a mistura em grupos.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Quando fiquei menos capaz de fazer serviços comunitários, procurei alguma forma de contribuir para a comunidade muçulmana como um todo.  Pedi continuamente a Allah por Sua ajuda nesse ponto.  Um dia, minha jovem neta sugeriu que escrevesse livros sobre meus meninos sauditas, Islã e minha experiência familiar com o Islã.  Decidi escrever os livros e também inclui histórias sobre um grupo de jovens meninas, muçulmanas e não-muçulmanas, que eram amigas.  As histórias incluiriam os problemas que as jovens encontravam na escola e em casa e usaria meu conhecimento do Islã como guia para esses personagens do livro.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Comecei a escrever uma série de livros que chamei de Islamic Rose Books.  Criei um grupo para irmãs autoras na internet e escritoras aspirantes e isso evoluiu para a criação da Islamic Writers Alliance (Aliança de Escritoras Islâmicas).  A Aliança é uma organização internacional criada para prover apoio para autoras muçulmanas e escritoras aspirantes.  Nosso objetivo principal é nos ajudarmos a promover nossos trabalhos como leitoras e editoras.  Também decidi ajudar dois bancos islâmicos de alimentos, criando bancos de dados que ajudam a rastrear seu inventário, clientes e contatos para gerar relatórios necessários com o propósito de financiamento.  Decidi que passaria uma grande parte de meus lucros das vendas do livro para comprar livros para bibliotecas islâmicas para crianças.  Descobri que muitas bibliotecas têm muitas prateleiras vazias no setor de livros islâmicos.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Ainda tenho muito a aprender sobre o Islã.  Nunca me canso de ler o Alcorão e um dos meus passatempos favoritos é ler sobre figuras islâmicas históricas e proeminentes.  Quando estou insegura sobre algo no Islã, olho para a Sunnah do profeta (que a paz esteja com ele).  Vejo como reagiu a situações e uso isso como minha orientação.  Minha jornada no Islã continuará e estou ansiosa por muitas experiências novas.  Agradeço a Allah por Sua Misericórdia e Amor.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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