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Sally, Ex-Catholic, Philippines<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\r\n

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I was brought up in a devout Catholic family and raised with Catholic values and traditions.  At fifteen, I entered the monastery.  While inside the monastery, I was happy because I could perform my duties as a nun and the people around me including my family were also pleased with me.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

 Until such time when I began to ask myself every night, “What am I doing here inside the monastery?“ I stayed in our small and humble chapel and started to ask God if he is really listening to me, because I had learned in our catechism that god is present in the blessed sacrament.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

 Many question were lingering my mid.  Doubts were cropping up particularly concerning the reality of Jesus Christ.  However, I did not have the courage to ask the priest nor my co-nuns who were with me that time.  I was so afraid that they might take it against me.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

 So I let all doubts linger.  I even allowed myself to profess my first temporary vows.  I kept renewing it every year for TEN YEARS! Until such time I could not take it anymore; my perpetual vows of chastity and poverty; professing the Jesus Christ as my God; and that he is Lord and son of God.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

I started to pray harder, asking God for guidance and to show me the right path.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

If I were to leave the monastery, it would bring great pain to my mother! My father actually didn’t mind if I leave the church and have my own family.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

 But I did not want to hurt my family, particularly my mother, my two brothers who are both priests, and my four sisters who happen to be all nuns!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

 Above all, I do not want to be a hypocrite and pretend that I am happy practicing something which is against my underlying principle.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

 So I did not submit my application letter of perpetual profession.  I talked to my superior general, informing her that I am leaving the monastery.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

 Without informing my family, I left to find a work to survive.  After awhile I met a close friend of mine who is a priest and offered me to work with him in his church in Marawi City, as a parish coordinator.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

 Incidentally, my family heard the news that I left the church, and it was very hard for them to accept the fact.  But they were hoping that one day I might come bask to serve the church.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

 While working as parish coordinator, the priest who hired me was not treating me so well.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

He did not even pay me salary and he tried to sexually abuse me.  But, thank God, he was not successful with his evil intentions.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

 Again I started to pray asking God to be with me and to make me happy, because I have never been at peace with my life.  My heart and mind were miserable.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

 A New Day<\/span><\/h2>\r\n

 On June 17, 2001, early morning, I heard a beautiful sound but I did not understand what it was.  I thought it was coming from the mosque nearby.  As soon as I heard the sound, I felt like I was dipped in refreshing water.  I cannot explain the feeling.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

 That day I felt happiness entering my heart, even though I did not understand what I heard.  After hearing this amazing sound, I said to myself these few words, “There is a new day, there is new beginning.”<\/span><\/p>\r\n

 I woke up that morning asking what the sound was and they told me it was call for prayers of the Muslims.  Strange! I came to this city (Marawi) on the first week of May 2001, but I could hardly hear the sound until one morning of June 2001.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

 That day I decided to find out about Islam and the Muslims.  I started to research through reading books until I finally left my work.  I went back to my family in Pampanga and found out that my father had already passed away.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

 I was depressed for a while, but I did not stop researching Islam.  So I went back to Manila hoping to find someone to explain to me about Islam.  In my heart, I was ready to embrace Islam but I did not know how!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

 I did not give up, I search on internet.  I went to the extent of joining chatting rooms, hoping to find a Muslim who can enlighten me about Islam.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

 On June 16, 2004, I met the brother in Manila.  He started to explain about Islam.  On the day, I declared;<\/span><\/p>\r\n

 La ilaha illalah muhammadur rasulullah wa ‘isa ibnu maryam abdullahi wa rasuli<\/em><\/strong> <\/em><\/strong>(There is no god worthy of worship except Allah, Muhammad is the messenger and that Jesus son of Mary, is a slave and messenger of Allah.)<\/em><\/span><\/p>\r\n

That fateful day, I finally found a new home, the home of Islam: a home where you can find love, happiness and joy.  Now I can smile, a smile that comes from my heart.  On that day, I slept very well.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

 Every time I pray, I cry, not tears of sorrow, but tears of joy.  A joy which money cannot buy.  It is indescribable.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

 Now I remember when I had a conversation with my grandfather who is aCatholic priest ( my mother’s uncle) He said; “If you want to change your religion, go back to Islam!” God is Great!<\/em><\/span><\/p>\r\n

May Allah open the hearts of my family to the light of Islam, and may he protect us from Satan.  Amen.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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O brother and sister Muslims! Include me in your prayers!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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Sally, ex-catholique, Philippines<\/span><\/h1>\r\n

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J’ai été élevée au sein d’une famille catholique très fervente, dans laquelle on m’a transmis des valeurs et des traditions catholiques.  À l’âge de quinze ans, je suis entrée au couvent.  J’y fus d’abord heureuse, vaquant à mes occupations de sœur, et ma famille était très fière de moi.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Mais vint un moment où je commençai à me poser chaque soir la même question : « Mais que fais-je, ici, prisonnière des murs de ce couvent? ».  Je me rendais à la chapelle et demandais à Dieu s’Il m’écoutait vraiment, lorsque je m’adressais à Lui.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

De nombreuses questions préoccupaient mon esprit et je nourrissais de plus en plus de doutes sur la vérité au sujet de Jésus.  Malheureusement, je n’arrivais pas à rassembler suffisamment de courage pour interroger, à ce sujet, le prêtre ou les sœurs avec lesquels j’habitais, car je craignais qu’ils ne se retournent contre moi.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Je continuai donc à vivre avec mes doutes.  Et j’allai jusqu’à renouveler mes vœux chaque année, durant plus de dix ans!  Jusqu’à ce que je n’arrive plus à me mentir à moi-même, à professer que Jésus était Dieu et fils de Dieu.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Je me mis à prier avec ardeur, demandant à Dieu de me guider et de me montrer la bonne voie à suivre.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Je savais que je causerais beaucoup de peine à ma mère si je quittais le couvent.  Mon père, de son côté, était ouvert à l’idée que je quitte l’Église et fonde une famille.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Mais je ne voulais pas blesser ma famille, surtout ma mère, et mes deux frères, tous les deux prêtres, et mes quatre sœurs, toutes religieuses!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Mais je ne voulais plus être hypocrite et faire semblant d’être heureuse en pratiquant une religion qui allait à l’encontre de mes convictions profondes.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Cette année-là, je ne soumis pas ma lettre de renouvellement de vœux.  J’allai m’entretenir avec ma supérieure et l’informai que je quittais le couvent.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sans en informer ma famille, je me mis à la recherche d’un emploi pour survivre.  Je rencontrai un ami prêtre qui m’offrit de travailler avec lui, à Marawi City, en tant que responsable de paroisse.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Parallèlement, ma famille apprit que j’avais quitté le couvent et ils acceptèrent difficilement ma décision, espérant que je changerais un jour d’avis et que j’y retournerais.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Dans le cadre de mon travail de paroisse, le prêtre avec lequel je travaillais me traita comme une moins que rien, ne me payant pas mon salaire et tentant d’abuser sexuellement de moi.  Je me tournai vers Dieu, Lui demandai Sa protection et L’implorai de me guider et d’apporter la paix dans ma vie.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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Un nouveau départ<\/span><\/h2>\r\n

Le 17 juin de l’an 2001, tôt le matin, j’entendis un son très agréable, mais je ne comprenais pas ce que c’était ni d’où cela provenait.  J’avais l’impression que cela provenait de la mosquée sise non loin de chez moi.  Je ne sais trop comment expliquer le sentiment que cela provoqua, en moi, mais j’avais l’impression, en l’écoutant, d’être plongée dans une eau rafraîchissante.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Ce jour-là, je sentis une joie profonde entrer dans mon cœur, même si je n’avais rien compris de ce que j’avais entendu.  J’avais l’impression qu’un nouveau départ m’était accordé.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Je demandai, autour de moi, si l’on savait d’où provenait ce son et ce qu’il était, exactement.  On me dit qu’il s’agissait de l’appel à la prière des musulmans.  C’était étrange.  Car j’étais arrivée dans cette ville (Marawi) la première semaine de mai, mais ce n’est qu’au mois de juin que je me rendis compte de l’existence de cet appel à la prière.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Ce jour-là, je décidai de faire une recherche sur l’islam et les musulmans.  Je fis quelques recherches dans des livres, puis je quittai mon emploi et décidai de retourner chez les miens, à Pampanga, pour découvrir que mon père venait de décéder.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Je passai à travers un moment de grande tristesse, puis je repris mes recherches sur l’islam.  Je me rendis à Manille dans l’espoir de trouver quelqu’un qui pourrait m’expliquer l’islam.  Dans mon cœur, je me sentais prête à embrasser cette religion, mais je ne savais trop comment faire.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Je poursuivis mes recherches sur l’internet et je trouvai un musulman qui accepta de me parler d’islam.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Le 16 juin 2004, j’allai rencontrer le frère en question et ce jour-là, je prononçai la profession de foi (Il n’y a pas de dieu méritant d’être adoré à part Dieu et Mohammed est Son messager).<\/span><\/p>\r\n

J’avais enfin trouvé un nouveau chez moi, le refuge de l’islam, un lieu où j’allais trouver de l’amour, du bonheur et de la joie.  Je pouvais maintenant sourire, d’un sourire qui venait du plus profond de mon cœur.  Ce soir-là, je dormis comme un bébé.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

 Chaque fois que je prie, je pleure des larmes de joie, une joie qu’aucun argent ne peut acheter.  C’est un sentiment indescriptible.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Je me souviens maintenant d’une conversation que j’eue, il y a longtemps, avec l’oncle de ma mère, qui est un prêtre catholique.  Il m’avait dit : « Si jamais tu veux changer de religion, tourne-toi vers l’islam. »  Dieu est grand!<\/em><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Je demande à Allah d’ouvrir le cœur des membres de ma famille à l’islam et de nous protéger tous contre le diable.  Amen.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Ô mes frères et sœurs en islam!  Souvenez-vous de moi dans vos prières!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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Sally, Ex-Katholikin, Philippinen<\/span><\/h1>\r\n

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Ich wuchs in einer katholischen Familie auf und lernte katholische Werte und Traditionen.  Mit fünfzehn trat ich ins Kloster ein.  Im Kloster war ich glücklich, denn ich konnte meinen Pflichten als Nonne nachkommen und alle Menschen um mich herum einschließlich meiner Familie waren auch mit mir zufrieden. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

 Bis zu einer Zeit, da fing ich an, mich jede Nacht zu fragen: \"Was tue ich eigentlich hier im Kloster?\"  Ich blieb in unserer kleinen und bescheidenen Kapelle und begann, Gott zu fragen, ob er mich wirklich höre, denn ich hatte in unserem Katechismus gelernt, dass Gott im gesegneten Heiligtum anwesend sei.  <\/span><\/p>\r\n

 Viele Fragen gingen mir durch den Kopf.  Zweifel kamen auf, insbesondere bezüglich Jesus Christus.  Aber ich hatte nicht den Mut, den Priester oder meine Mit-Nonnen zu fragen, die in jener Zeit mit mir waren.  Ich hatte solche Angst, dass sie es mir Übel nehmen würden. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

 Daher ließ ich die Zweifel.  Ich erlaubte mir sogar, meine ersten vorläufigen Gelübde abzulegen.  Ich erneuerte sie jedes Jahr, ZEHN JAHRE LANG!  Bis ich nicht mehr konnte; meine ständigen Gelübde der Keuschheit und Armut; bezeugen, dass Jesus Christus mein Gott ist; und dass er der Herr ist und der Sohn Gottes.  <\/span><\/p>\r\n

Ich begann, mehr zu beten, flehte zu Gott um Rechtleitung und darum, mir den richtigen Weg zu zeigen. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

Wenn ich das Kloster verlassen hätte, hätte dies meiner Mutter großen Kummer bereitet!  Meinem Vater hätte es nichts ausgemacht, wenn ich die Kirche verlassen und meine eigene Familie gegründet hätte. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

 Aber ich wollte meine Familie nicht verletzen, insbesondere nicht meine Mutter, meine zwei Brüder, die beide Priester waren, und meine vier Schwestern, die zufällig alle Nonnen waren! <\/span><\/p>\r\n

 Vor allem aber wollte ich keine Heuchlerin sein und vorgeben, etwas zu praktizieren, was meinen Prinzipien widersprach. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

 Also habe ich mein Antragsschreiben für das ewige Gelübde nicht eingereicht.  Ich sprach mit der Generaloberin und teilte ihr mit, dass ich das Kloster verlasse.  <\/span><\/p>\r\n

 Ohne meine Familie darüber zu informieren, ging ich Arbeit suchen, um zu überleben.  Nach einer Weile traf ich einen engen Freund von mir, der Priester war und mir anbot, in seiner Kirche in Manawi City als Gemeindekoordinatorin zu arbeiten.  <\/span><\/p>\r\n

 Zufällig erfuhr meine Familie von den Neuigkeiten, dass ich die Kirche verlassen habe und es war sehr schwer für sie, diese Tatsache zu akzeptieren.  Aber sie hofften, dass ich eines Tages zurückkehren und der Kirche dienen werde.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

 Als ich als Gemeindekoordinatorin arbeitete, behandelte mich der Priester, der mich eingestellt hatte, nicht so gut.  <\/span><\/p>\r\n

Er zahlte nicht mal mein Gehalt und versuchte, mich sexuell zu missbrauchen.  Aber Gott sei dank hatte er mit seinen schlimmen Absichten keinen Erfolg. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

 Wieder fing ich an, Gott zu bitten, mit mir zu sein und mich glücklich zu machen, denn ich war nie im Frieden mit meinem Leben gewesen.  Mein Herz und mein Kopf fühlten sich miserabel. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

 Ein neuer Tag<\/span><\/h2>\r\n

 Am 17.Juni 2001 am frühen Morgen hörte ich einen wunderbaren Klang, aber ich verstand nicht, was es war.  Ich dachte, es kam von der Moschee in der Nähe.  Als ich den Klang hörte, fühlte ich mich, wie in erfrischendes Wasser getaucht.  Ich kann das Gefühl nicht beschreiben.   <\/span><\/p>\r\n

 An jenem Tag fühlte ich Freude in mein Herz eintreten, auch wenn ich nicht verstand, was ich hörte.  Nachdem ich diesen erstaunlichen Klang gehört hatte, sagte ich zu mir diese wenigen Worte: \"Es gibt einen neuen Tag, einen neuen Anfang.\" <\/span><\/p>\r\n

 Ich stand an diesem Morgen auf und fragte was dies für ein Klang gewesen war und mir wurde gesagt, dass es der Gebetsruf der Muslime war.  Seltsam!  Ich bin in der ersten Maiwoche 2001 in diese Stadt (Marawi) gekommen, aber ich hatte diesen Klang bis zum Juni 2001 kaum gehört. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

 An diesem Tag beschloss ich, mehr über den Islam und Muslime herauszufinden.  Ich begann meine Nachforschungen, indem ich Bücher las, bis ich schließlich meine Arbeit beendet hatte.  Dann ging ich zu meiner Familie nach Pampanga zurück und stellte fest, dass mein Vater bereits verstorben war. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

 Ich war eine Zeit lang traurig, aber ich hörte nicht auf, über den Islam zu forschen.  Dann ging ich zurück nach Manila in der Hoffnung, jemanden zu finden, der mir den Islam erklären konnte.  In meinem Herzen war ich bereit, den Islam anzunehmen, aber ich wußte nicht wie! <\/span><\/p>\r\n

 Ich gab nicht auf, ich suchte im Internet.  Ich ging sogar so weit, in Chatrooms zu gehen, immer darauf hoffend, einen Muslim zu finden, der mich über den Islam aufklären kann. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

 Am 16.Juni 2004 traf ich den Bruder in Manila.  Er fing an, mir den Islam zu erklären.  An jenem Tag erklärte ich: <\/span><\/p>\r\n

 La ilaha illalah muhammadur rasulullah wa ‘isa ibnu maryam abdullahi wa rasuli<\/em><\/strong> <\/em><\/strong>(Es gibt keinen Gott, der rechtmäßig angebetet wird, außer Allah, Muhammad ist der Gesandte Allahs und Jesus, der Sohn Marias, ist ein Diener und Gesandter Allahs.)<\/em><\/span><\/p>\r\n

An jenem schicksalhaften Tag fand ich letztendlich ein neues Zuhause, das Haus des Islam: ein Haus, in dem du Liebe, Glückseligkeit und Freude finden kannst.  Jetzt kann ich lächeln, ein Lächeln, das von meinem Herzen kommt.  An diesem Tag schlief ich sehr gut.    <\/span><\/p>\r\n

 Jedesmal wenn ich bete, weine ich keine Tränen aus Kummer, sondern Tränen der Freude.  Eine Freude, die man mit Geld nicht kaufen kann.  Das ist unbeschreiblich. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

 Jetzt erinnere ich mich, dass ich einmal ein Gespräch mit meinem Großvater geführt hatte, der ein katholischer Priester gewesen war (der Onkel meiner Mutter).  Er hatte gesagt: \"Wenn du deine Religion ändern willst, dann geh zum Islam.\"  Gott ist groß!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Möge Allah die Herzen meiner Familie dem Licht des Islam öffnen und möge Er uns vor dem Satan bewahren. Amin.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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O meine muslimischen Brüder und Schwestern!  Erwähnt mich in euren Gebeten.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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Sally, ex-católica, Filipinas<\/span><\/h1>\r\n

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Cresci em uma família católica devota e fui educada com os valores e tradições católicos.  Aos quinze anos, entrei no monastério.  Enquanto estava no monastério era feliz, porque podia realizar meus deveres como freira e as pessoas ao meu redor, incluindo minha família, também estavam satisfeitas comigo.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

 Até o momento em que comecei a perguntar a mim mesma todas as noites: “O que estou fazendo no monastério?” Fiquei em nossa pequena e humilde capela e comecei a perguntar a Deus se Ele realmente me ouvia, porque tinha aprendido em nosso catecismo que Deus está presente no sacramento abençoado.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

 Muitas perguntas persistiam em minha mente.  As dúvidas estavam surgindo particularmente em relação à realidade de Jesus Cristo.  Entretanto, não tinha coragem de perguntar ao padre nem às outras freiras, que estavam comigo na época.  Tinha muito medo de que usassem isso contra mim.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

 Então, deixem as dúvidas persistirem.  Até me permitir professar meus primeiros votos temporários.  Continuei renovando-o a cada ano por DEZ ANOS! Até o momento em que não pude mais aguentar. Meus votos perpétuos de castidade e pobreza, a afirmação de que Jesus Cristo era meu Deus e que ele é o Senhor e filho de Deus.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Comecei a orar ainda mais, pedindo a Deus que me orientasse e mostrasse o caminho certo.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Se eu deixasse o monastério, causaria muita dor à minha mãe! Meu pai não se importava se eu deixasse a igreja e tivesse minha própria família.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

 Mas não queria magoar minha família, particularmente minha mãe, meus dois irmãos que são ambos padres e minhas quatro irmãs, que também são freiras!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

 Acima de tudo, não queria ser uma hipócrita e fingir que estava feliz praticando algo que era contra meu princípio.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

 Então, não me submeti minha carta de candidatura de profissão perpétua. Falei com minha superiora geral, informando a ela que estava deixando o monastério.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

 Sem informar minha família, parti para encontrar um trabalho para sobreviver. Depois de um tempo encontrei um amigo próximo que é padre e me ofereceu um trabalho com ele em sua igreja, na cidade de Marawi, como coordenadora da paróquia.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

 A propósito, minha família soube que deixei a igreja e foi muito difícil para eles aceitar o fato.  Mas tinham esperança de que um dia eu pudesse voltar a servir a igreja.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

 Enquanto trabalhava como coordenadora da paróquia, o padre que me contratou não estava me tratando muito bem.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Não pagou o meu salário e tentou abusar de mim sexualmente.  Mas, graças a Deus, não foi bem sucedido em suas intenções perversas.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

 Comecei novamente a orar a Deus pedindo que estivesse comigo e me fizesse feliz, porque nunca tinha estado em paz com minha vida.  Meu coração e mente eram miseráveis.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

 Um Novo Dia<\/span><\/h2>\r\n

 Em 17 de junho de 2001, cedo pela manhã, ouvi um belo som, mas não compreendia o que era.  Achei que estivesse vindo da mesquita próxima.  Assim que ouvi o som, senti como se tivesse sido imersa em água fresca.  Não consigo explicar o sentimento.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

 Naquele dia senti a felicidade entrando em meu coração, mesmo sem entender o que ouvia.  Depois de ouvir esse som surpreendente, disse a mim mesma essas poucas palavras: “Existe um novo dia, existe um novo começo.”<\/span><\/p>\r\n

 Acordei aquela manhã perguntando o que era aquele som e me disseram que era a chamada para as orações dos muçulmanos.  Estranho! Vim para essa cidade (Marawi) na primeira semana de maio de 2001, mas mal podia ouvir o som até aquela manhã de junho de 2001.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

 Naquele dia decidi saber mais sobre o Islã e os muçulmanos.  Comecei a pesquisar através da leitura de livros, até que finalmente deixei meu trabalho.  Voltei para minha família em Pampanga e descobri que meu pai já havia falecido.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

 Fiquei deprimida por um tempo, mas não parei de pesquisar o Islã.  Então voltei para Manilha na esperança de encontrar alguém para me explicar o Islã.  Em meu coração estava pronta para abraçar o Islã, mas não sabia como!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

 Não desisti e pesquisei na internet.  Cheguei ao ponto de participar de salas de bate-papo, esperando encontrar um muçulmano que pudesse me esclarecer sobre o Islã.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

 Em 16 de junho de 2004 encontrei o irmão em Manilha.  Ele começou a me explicar sobre o Islã.  No dia, declarei:<\/span><\/p>\r\n

 La ilaha illalah muhammadur rasulullah wa ‘isa ibnu maryam abdullahi wa rasuli<\/em><\/strong> <\/em><\/strong>(Não há divindade merecedora de adoração exceto Allah, Muhammad é o mensageiro e Jesus, filho de Maria, é um servo e mensageiro de Allah)<\/em><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Naquele dia fatídico, finalmente encontrei um novo lar, o lar do Islã: um lar onde pude encontrar amor, felicidade e alegria.  Agora posso sorrir, um sorriso que vem de meu coração.  Naquele dia dormi muito bem.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

 Toda vez que oro, choro, não lágrimas de tristeza, mas de alegria.  Uma alegria que o dinheiro não pode comprar.  É indescritível.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

 Agora lembro quando tive uma conversa com meu avô que é um padre católico (tio de minha mãe). Ele disse: “Se quiser mudar sua religião, volte para o Islã!” Deus é Grande!<\/em><\/span><\/p>\r\n

Que Allah abra os corações de minha família para a luz do Islã e que nos proteja de Satanás.  Amém.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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Ó irmãos e irmãs muçulmanos! Incluam-me em suas orações!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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