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Kätlin Hommik-Mrabte, Ex-Christian, Estonia<\/strong><\/span>
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My first memory is from the time I was three years old.  I remember asking my father: “What would I become as I die?”  He was very amazed to hear such a question from my little mind and unfortunately he was not able to answer me.  Here, in Estonia, during the Soviet rule, faith was considered something taboo and nobody was allowed to talk about it – only crazy people believe in God, as how can we believe in something we don’t see?  Our cosmonauts went to the space and they didn’t see God sitting on a cloud, in his white dress and with his long grey beard, therefore He does not exist!  As a child of that society himself, my father was totally unable to give me an adequate answer.  He said: “Well, my dear, you would just sleep in the ground ...”<\/span><\/p>\r\n

I have never heard of anything as illogic or frightening as my father’s answer that day.  It made me search for the truth, even though I was only three.  But there was a long way ahead of me.  I have always known, or actually felt, that God existed, even though I was not able to give Him a name.  I knew He just was and He was always there to survey me.  If I had to be a good girl, it was not for my parents, it was for Him, because He was the one who would see me anywhere I would be, and not my parents.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

As I went to school, my questions became so hard on my father that he sent me to see his mother, my grandmother.  She was born during the first republic of Estonia, so she was baptized like everybody else of her age.  She was the one who told me first to call God God and she also taught me the Christian prayer of “Our Father who is in heaven”.  As she also told me not to recite it in public or my parents could get in trouble, I promised myself to learn more as I would grow older.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

And so I did.  At the age of 11, as we got our independence from the Soviet Union, I went to a Sunday school (a special class for kids to learn about Christianity, usually held by the wife of the priest at the same time as the parents go to church) ... but they kicked me out.  They told me I was asking too many questions I shouldn’t, that I had a lack of faith.  I didn’t understand them.  I didn’t find anything wrong with wanting to know how come Christ is considered the son of God as God didn’t marry Mary and how come then Adam is not the son of God, even though he didn’t have a mother nor a father.  But this kind of a curiosity was just too much for the teacher.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

When I was 15 I started to learn more about Christianity on my own.  I considered myself a Christian, If I could leave out this and that and … at the end I realized that I couldn’t consider myself a Christian if I didn’t accept so many things in that religion.  I had to look for something else …<\/span><\/p>\r\n

After learning about different kinds of religions I finally found Islam.  As I had previously been so disappointed about Christianity, it took me a long time to study Islam first.  But it was all worth it.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

When people ask me, why I became a Muslim, I usually tell them, that I didn’t become one, I have always been a Muslim, I just didn’t realize it.  And as I discovered Islam, it took me three years to check if that is really who I am.  So if one would ask me if I’m sure, I could answer with no doubt what so ever – YES!!! That is who I am, who I have always been.  So finally at the age of 21 I converted to Islam; All Thanks to God!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

I converted to Islam straight after the month of Ramadan, 2001.  Ramadan is a beautiful time and is all about fasting, keeping yourself away from the physical pleasures, making your mind get the upper hand over your body, and thinking about the ones who are less fortunate than you.  That is exactly how I feel about my life before becoming a Muslim – I was fasting from the most needed food a human being can long for – the “food” for his mind and his heart!  I was constantly working on making myself better, constantly praying to find inner peace, constantly analyzing the situation in this life …<\/span><\/p>\r\n

I still don’t have a totally logical explanation to why I exactly I converted AFTER Ramadan and not BEFORE or DURING it.  I fasted the whole month of Ramadan then converted.  I guess I had to purify myself; I had to take the last step towards accepting the perfection.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Being deprived of food and drink is one thing, but being deprived of knowledge, of simple truth, believe me, it’s even harder.  That is why, every time we fast, we don’t only have to think about when would the minute arrive that would allow us to eat and to drink and to taste all the good things made by the women of our house for the break of fast, but we would also have to think about all the other people who are deprived, not only of food, but also of the blessing of being a Muslim, the blessing of being so close to perfection and truth.  As Muslims, we are truly blessed: we are fasting one month per year to make ourselves better persons, but most of the people in this world have to fast large parts of their life in the search of truth.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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Kätlin Hommik-Mrabte, ex-cristiana, Estonia<\/span><\/h1>\r\n


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Mi primer recuerdo es del tiempo en que yo tenía 3 años de edad. Recuerdo haberle preguntado a mi padre: “¿Qué me pasará cuando muera?” Él se sorprendió mucho al oír tal pregunta de mi pequeña mente, y desafortunadamente no fue capaz de contestarme. Aquí, en Estonia, durante el mandato soviético la fe era considerada un tabú y nadie tenía permitido hablar acerca de eso –sólo la gente loca cree en Dios (nos decían), pues ¿cómo podemos nosotros creer en algo que no vemos? Nuestros cosmonautas fueron al espacio y no vieron a Dios sentado en una nube, con su vestido blanco y su larga barba gris, ¡por lo tanto, Él no existe!–. Siendo él mismo un hijo de esa sociedad, mi padre fue totalmente incapaz de darme una respuesta adecuada. Dijo: “Bueno, querida, tú simplemente te dormirías en el suelo...”<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Nunca he escuchado algo más ilógico o aterrador que la respuesta de mi padre ese día. Eso me hizo buscar la verdad aunque sólo tenía 3 años. Pero había un largo camino delante de mí. Siempre he sabido, o de hecho sentido, que Dios existía aunque no fuera capaz de darle un nombre. Yo sabía que Él simplemente existía y que estaba siempre ahí observándome. Si yo tenía que ser una buena niña, no era por causa de mis padres, era por Él; porque Él era el único que me vería en cualquier parte en la que yo estuviera, y no mis padres.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Cuando fui a la escuela, mis preguntas se volvieron tan difíciles que mi padre me envío a ver a su madre, mi abuela. Ella nació durante la primera república de Estonia, de manera que ella fue bautizada como cualquier otra persona de su edad. Ella fue la primera que me dijo que llamara Dios a Dios, y ella también me enseñó el “Padre nuestro”.  De la misma forma, ella me dijo que no la recitara en público o mis padres estarían en problemas, yo me prometí a mí misma que aprendería más a medida que creciera.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Y así lo hice. A la edad de 11 años, al tiempo en que obtuvimos nuestra independencia de la Unión Soviética, fui a una escuela dominical (una clase especial para niños para aprender acerca del cristianismo, usualmente impartida por la esposa del sacerdote al mismo tiempo en que los padres van a la iglesia)... pero de allí me expulsaron. Ellos me dijeron que estaba haciendo muchas preguntas que no debía hacer, que tenía una falta de fe. Yo no los entendía, no encontraba nada malo con querer saber cómo es que Cristo es considerado el hijo de Dios si Dios no se casó con María, y cómo es que Adán no es el hijo de Dios, aunque él no tuvo ni madre ni padre. Pero esta clase de curiosidad fue simplemente demasiado para la profesora.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Cuando cumplí 15 años empecé a aprender más acerca del cristianismo por mi propia cuenta. Me consideraba a mí misma una cristiana, si podía dejar por fuera esto y aquello y… al final me di cuenta de que no podía considerarme a mí misma una cristiana si no aceptaba tantas cosas de esa religión. Tenía que buscar algo más…<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Luego de aprender acerca de diferentes clases de religiones, finalmente encontré el Islam. Como había estado previamente tan decepcionada del cristianismo, me tomó un largo tiempo estudiar el Islam en principio; pero valió la pena.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Cuando la gente me pregunta por qué me volví musulmana, usualmente les digo que no me convertí en una, yo siempre había sido musulmana, pero simplemente no me daba cuenta de ello. A medida que descubría el Islam, me tomó 3 años darme cuenta que yo lo era verdaderamente. Entonces, si alguien me pregunta si estoy segura, yo puedo contestarle, sin ninguna duda en absoluto: ¡¡¡Sí!!! Eso es lo que yo soy, lo que siempre he sido. Entonces, finalmente a la edad de 21 años me convertí al Islam; ¡Alabado sea Dios!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Me convertí al Islam justo después del mes del Ramadán, en 2001. Ramadán es un tiempo hermoso y se trata de ayunar, mantenerse lejos de los placeres físicos, hacer que tu mente domine a tu cuerpo, y pensar acerca de los que son menos afortunados que tú. Así es exactamente cómo me siento acerca de mi vida antes de convertirme en musulmana: yo estaba ayunando del alimento que más necesita un ser humano, ¡la “comida” para su mente y su corazón! Estaba continuamente trabajando para mejorarme a mí misma, constantemente orando para encontrar la paz interior, constantemente analizando la situación en esta vida…<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Aún no tengo una explicación totalmente lógica de por qué exactamente me convertí DESPUÉS de Ramadán y no ANTES o DURANTE este mes. Yo ayuné todo el mes de Ramadán y luego me convertí. Me imagino que tenía que purificarme a mí misma; tenía que tomar el último paso hacia aceptar la perfección.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Estar privado de comida y bebida es una cosa, pero estar privado de conocimiento o de la simple verdad, créanme, es aún más difícil. Es por esto que cada vez que ayunamos no sólo debemos pensar acerca de cuándo llegará el minuto que nos permitiría comer y beber y probar todas las cosas buenas hechas por las mujeres de nuestra casa para romper el ayuno; sino que también deberíamos pensar acerca de las otras personas que están privadas, no sólo de la comida, sino de la bendición de ser musulmán, la bendición de estar tan cerca de la perfección y la verdad. Como musulmanes somos realmente bendecidos: ayunamos una vez al año para hacer de nosotros mismos mejores personas, pero la mayoría de la gente en este mundo deben ayunar grandes partes de sus vidas en la búsqueda de la verdad.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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Kätlin Hommik-Mrabte, ex-chrétienne, Estonie<\/span><\/h1>\r\n

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Mon premier souvenir remonte à l’âge de trois ans.  Je me souviens avoir demandé à mon père ce que j’allais devenir si jamais je mourais.  Il était très étonné d’entendre une telle question de la part d’une enfant de trois ans et fut incapable d’y répondre.  Ici, en Estonie, durant l’ère soviétique, la foi était considérée comme une chose tabou et nul n’avait le droit d’en parler ouvertement; seuls les fous croyaient en Dieu, car comment pouvait-on croire à une chose que l’on ne pouvait voir?  Nos astronautes sont allés dans l’espace et n’ont pas vu Dieu assis sur un nuage, dans Sa robe blanche et avec sa longue barbe blanche, alors Il ne peut exister!  En tant que produit de cette société, mon père fut donc incapable de me donner une réponse acceptable.  Il me dit : « Et bien, ma chère, tu dormiras tout simplement sous la terre... »<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Jamais par la suite je n’ai entendu quoi que ce soit d’aussi illogique et terrifiant que la réponse de mon père, ce jour-là.  C’est la raison pour laquelle je me mis plus tard à la recherche de la vérité.  J’ai toujours su, ou plutôt senti, que Dieu existait, même si je ne pouvais Lui donner un nom.  J’avais conscience de Son existence, et je savais qu’Il me surveillait en tout temps.  Si je décidais d’être une bonne fille, je ne le faisais pas pour mes parents mais pour Lui, car je savais qu’Il pouvait me voir peu importe où j’étais, contrairement à mes parents.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Lorsque j’entrai à l’école, mes questions devinrent si difficiles à répondre, pour mon père, qu’il m’envoya voir sa mère.  Elle était née lors de la première république d’Estonie, elle était donc baptisée, comme toutes les personnes de sa génération.  C’est elle qui m’apprit le mot « Dieu » et qui m’enseigna le « Notre Père » chrétien.  Elle me dit également de ne jamais la réciter en public, sous peine de mettre mes parents dans l’embarras; je me promis donc de chercher à en savoir plus lorsque je serais grande.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Et c’est ce que je fis.  À l’âge de 11 ans, l’Estonie devint enfin indépendante de l’Union Soviétique.  Mes parents m’inscrivirent donc à l’école du dimanche (un cours pour enfants sur le christianisme, habituellement donné par l’épouse du pasteur pendant que les parents sont à la messe), mais je fus rapidement expulsée sous prétexte que je posais trop de questions et que je manquais de foi.  Je ne comprenais pas; je ne voyais rien de mal à chercher à savoir pourquoi Jésus était considéré comme le fils de Dieu, puisque Dieu ne s’était pas marié avec Marie, et pourquoi Adam n’était pas considéré comme le fils de Dieu alors qu’il avait été créé par Lui, sans père ni mère.  Mais ces questions étaient plus que ce que notre enseignante pouvait supporter.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

À l’âge de 15 ans, je fis mes propres recherches sur le christianisme.  Je me considérais comme chrétienne, mais à la condition de laisser tomber ceci et de laisser tomber cela...  Puis je réalisai que je ne pouvais me considérer chrétienne tout en rejetant autant de principes chrétiens.  Je devais donc chercher autre chose...<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Après avoir fait le tour de diverses religions, je découvris enfin l’islam.  Comme le christianisme m’avait beaucoup déçue, mon apprentissage de l’islam fut lent, au début.  Mais je ne l’ai jamais regretté.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Lorsque les gens me demandent pourquoi j’ai choisi de devenir musulmane, je leur réponds souvent que je ne le suis pas devenue, que je l’avais toujours été, mais sans le réaliser.  J’ai mis trois ans à prendre cette décision; alors quand les gens me demandent si je suis certaine de mon choix, je leur réponds « oui » sans hésiter.  C’est à l’âge de 21 ans que j’ai embrassé l’islam et j’en remercie Dieu.  Je suis musulmane et je l’ai toujours été.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

J’ai embrassé l’islam immédiatement après la fin du Ramadan de 2001.  Ramadan est un moment extraordinaire dédié au jeûne et à l’abstinence, un moment où l’on amène notre esprit à dominer notre corps et où l’on a une pensée spéciale pour les personnes défavorisées.  C’est ce genre de privation que je ressentais avant de devenir musulmane : j’étais privée de la nourriture dont l’être humain a le plus besoin, c’est-à-dire celle de l’âme et du cœur. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

Je ne peux m’expliquer pourquoi j’ai décidé d’embrasser l’islam après la fin du Ramadan et non pas avant ou durant.  J’ai jeûné tout le mois, puis je me suis convertie.  Peut-être que je ressentais le besoin de me purifier avant d’aller de l’avant.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Être privé de nourriture et d’eau est une chose; être privé du savoir et de la vérité est plus difficile.  Lorsque nous jeûnons, en plus de penser au moment où nous romprons le jeûne et pourrons manger et boire de toutes ces bonnes choses préparées durant la journée, ayons aussi une pensée pour les gens qui sont non seulement privés de nourriture et d’eau, mais aussi de la chance d’être musulmans et de connaître la vérité.  En tant que musulmans, nous sommes réellement bénis : nous jeûnons un mois par année pour nous purifier, tandis que la majorité des gens jeûnent toute leur vie car ils n’ont pas trouvé la vérité.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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Kätlin Hommik-Mrabte, Ex-Christin, Estland<\/span><\/h1>\r\n

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Meine erste Erinnerung ist aus der Zeit, als ich drei Jahre alt war.  Ich erinnere mich daran, wie ich meinen Vater fragte: „Was wird mit mir sein, wenn ich sterbe?“  Er war sehr überrascht, eine solche Frage von so einem kleinen Kopf zu hören und unglücklicher Weise war er nicht dazu in der Lage mir zu antworten.   Hier in Estland wurde der Glaube unter der Sowjetherrschaft als ein Tabu betrachtet und niemandem war es erlaubt, darüber zu sprechen – nur verrückte Menschen glauben an Gott, denn wie kann man an etwas glauben, das wir nicht sehen?  Unsere Kosmonauten sind in das Weltall gereist, und sie haben Gott nicht auf einer Wolke sitzen gesehen, in seinem weißen Kleid und mit seinem langen weißen Bart, deshalb existiert Gott nicht!  Selbst ein Kind dieser Gesellschaft war mein Vater völlig außerstande, mir eine passende Antwort zu geben.  Er sagte: “Nun, mein Liebes, du wirst einfach in der Erde schlafen…”<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Ich habe nie etwas Unlogischeres oder Beängstigenderes gehört als die Antwort meines Vaters an jenem Tag.  Ich machte mich auf die Suche nach der Wahrheit, obwohl ich erst drei war.  Aber ich hatte noch einen langen Weg vor mir.  Ich habe immer gewusst oder mehr gefühlt, dass Gott existiert, auch wenn ich noch nicht in der Lage war, Ihm einen Namen zu geben.  Ich wusste einfach, dass Er war und dass Er da war, um mich zu überwachen.  Wenn ich ein gutes Mädchen war, so war ich es nicht meinen Eltern zuliebe, sondern Ihm zuliebe, denn Er war der Eine, der mich immer sah, wo ich auch sein mochte, und nicht meine Eltern.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Als ich zur Schule ging, wurden meine Fragen so schwer für meinen Vater, dass er mich zu seiner Mutter, meiner Großmutter schickte.  Sie war in er ersten estnischen Republik geboren worden, daher war sie wie jeder ihres Alters getauft worden.  Sie war diejenige, die mir sagte, dass Gott „Gott“ heißt und sie brachte mir auch das christliche Gebet „Vater unser im Himmel“ bei.  Als sie mir sagte, ich solle es nicht in der Öffentlichkeit rezitieren, sonst würden meine Eltern Ärger bekommen, nahm ich mir vor, mehr zu lernen, wenn ich älter werde. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

Und das tat ich auch.  Im Alter von elf, als wir unsere Unabhängigkeit von der Sowjetunion erhielten, ging ich zur Sonntagsschule (einen speziellen Unterricht für Kinder, damit sie das Christentum lernen, normalerweise hält die Frau des Priesters den Unterricht zur gleichen Zeit ab, wie die Eltern zur Kirche gehen) … aber sie warfen mich heraus!  Sie sagten, ich stelle zu viele Fragen, die ich nicht stellen solle, daher hätte ich einen mangelhaften Glauben.  Ich verstand sie nicht.  Ich fand nichts Verkehrtes daran, wissen zu wollen, wie es kommt, dass Christ als Sohn Gottes betrachtet wird, wo doch Gott Maria nicht geheiratet hat und wieso dann Adam nicht der Sohn Gottes sei, obwohl er weder einen Vater noch eine Mutter gehabt hatte.  Doch diese Art von Neugier war für den Lehrer schon zu viel.  <\/span><\/p>\r\n

Als ich 15 war, begann ich auf eigene Faust mehr über das Christentum zu lernen.  Ich selbst betrachtete mich als Christin.  Wenn ich dieses oder jenes weglassen könnte …letzten Endes wurde mir klar, dass ich mich nicht als Christin betrachten konnte, wenn ich so viele Dinge in der Religion nicht akzeptieren konnte.  Ich musste mich nach etwas anderem umsehen…<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Nachdem ich einiges über verschiedene Arten von Religionen erfahren hatte, fand ich schließlich den Islam.  Nachdem ich zuvor so enttäuscht über das Christentum gewesen war, dauerte es anfangs lange, den Islam zu studieren.  Aber es war es wert!    <\/span><\/p>\r\n

Wenn Leute mich fragen, warum ich Muslim geworden bin, erzähle ich ihnen, dass ich keiner geworden bin, sondern schon immer einer gewesen bin, ich hatte es bloß nicht bemerkt.  Und als ich den Islam entdeckte, dauerte es drei Jahre, um herauszufinden, ob ich es tatsächlich bin.  Wenn mich also jemand fragen würde, ob ich mir sicher bin, kann ich ohne jeglichen Zweifel antworten – JA !!!  Das ist das, was ich bin, was ich schon immer gewesen bin.  Schließlich bin ich im Alter von 21 Jahren zum Islam konvertiert; alles Lob und Preis gebührt Gott! <\/span><\/p>\r\n

Ich bin gleich nach dem Monat Ramadhan 2001 zum Islam konvertiert.  Der Ramadhan ist eine wunderbare Zeit und alles dreht sich ums Fasten, sich von körperlichen Gelüsten fernhalten, deinen Verstand die Oberhand über deinen Körper gewinnen lassen und darum, an diejenigen zu denken, denen es schlechter als dir geht.  Das ist genau so, wie ich mich mein Leben lang gefühlt habe, bevor ich Muslima geworden bin – ich habe von der Nahrung gefastet, die ein menschliches Wesen am meisten benötigt – die „Nahrung“ seines Geistes und seines Herzens!  Ich ständig daran gearbeitet, mich zu verbessern, ständig gebetet, um inneren Frieden zu finden, ständig die Situationen dieses Lebens analysiert …    <\/span><\/p>\r\n

Ich habe immer noch keine völlig logische Erklärung für den Grund dafür, dass ich NACH Ramadhan konvertiert bin und nicht DAVOR oder WÄHREND. Ich habe den ganzen Monat gefastet und dann bin ich konvertiert.  Ich schätze, ich musste mich reinigen; ich musste den letzten Schritt machen, um die Vervollkommnung zu akzeptieren.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Des Essens und Trinkens beraubt zu sein, ist eine Sache, aber des Wissens beraubt zu sein, der einfachen Wahrheit, glaube mir, das ist noch härter.  Das ist der Grund aus dem wir jedes Mal, wenn wir fasten, nicht nur darüber nachdenken sollen, wann der Augenblick kommt, der uns wieder erlaubt zu essen und zu trinken, und um alle die guten Dinge zu kosten, die die Frauen unseres Hauses für das Fastenbrechen vorbereitet haben; sondern wir sollen an alle Menschen denken, die nicht nur der Nahrung beraubt sind, sondern auch des Segens, ein Muslim zu sein, des Segens der Vollkommenheit und der Wahrheit so nahe zu sein.  Als Muslime sind wir wirklich gesegnet: wir fasten einen Monat im Jahr, um uns zu besseren Menschen zu erziehen, aber die meisten Menschen auf dieser Welt müssen große Teile ihres Lebens auf der Suche nach der Wahrheit fasten.  <\/span><\/p>\r\n

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Kätlin Hommik-Mrabte, Ex-Cristã, Estônia<\/span><\/h1>\r\n

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Minha primeira memória é da época que tinha três anos de idade.  Lembro-me de perguntar a meu pai: “O que me tornarei quando morrer?” Ele ficou muito surpreso em ouvir essa pergunta vinda de minha pequena mente e, infelizmente, não foi capaz de me responder.  Aqui, na Estônia, durante o governo soviético, a fé era considerada um tipo de tabu e ninguém podia falar a respeito – apenas loucos acreditavam em Deus. Como podíamos acreditar em algo que não víamos?  Nossos cosmonautas foram para o espaço e não viram Deus sentado em uma nuvem, em sua vestimenta branca e com sua longa barba branca. Portanto, Deus não existe!  Como produto daquela sociedade, meu pai foi totalmente incapaz de me dar uma resposta adequada.  Ele disse: “Bem, minha querida, você simplesmente dormirá na terra...”<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Nunca tinha ouvido nada tão ilógico ou assustador quanto a resposta de meu pai naquele dia.  Ela me fez buscar pela verdade, embora eu tivesse apenas três anos.  Mas eu tinha um longo caminho pela frente.  Sempre soube ou, de fato, senti, que Deus existia, mesmo que não fosse capaz de dar-Lhe um nome.  Sabia que Ele simplesmente existia e estava sempre lá para observar.  Se tivesse que ser uma boa menina, não era por meus pais, mas por Ele, porque Ele era quem me via em qualquer lugar que estivesse, e não meus pais.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Quando fui para escola, minhas perguntas se tornaram tão difíceis para meu pai que ele me enviou para ver sua mãe, minha avó.  Ela nasceu durante a primeira república de Estônia, então foi batizada como todos da sua idade.  Ela foi a primeira a me dizer para chamar Deus de Deus e também me ensinou a oração cristã do Pai-Nosso.  Também me disse para não recitá-la em público ou meus pais poderiam ter problemas, e me prometi que aprenderia mais quando crescesse.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

E assim fiz.  Com 11 anos, quando conseguimos nossa independência da União Soviética, fui para a escola dominical (uma aula especial para crianças aprenderem sobre Cristianismo, geralmente mantida pela esposa do sacerdote enquanto os pais iam à igreja)... mas me expulsaram.  Disseram que eu fazia muitas perguntas que não devia, que me faltava fé.  Não os entendi.  Não achava errado querer saber como Cristo é considerado filho de Deus se Deus não se casou com Maria e como então Adão não é o filho de Deus, apesar de não ter mãe nem pai.  Mas esse tipo de curiosidade era demais para um professor.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Quando estava com 15 comecei a aprender mais sobre Cristianismo por conta própria.  Considerava-me uma cristã, se pudesse deixar de fora isso e aquilo e... no fim percebi que não podia me considerar uma cristã se não aceitava tantas coisas naquela religião.  Tinha que procurar outra coisa...<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Depois de aprender sobre tipos diferentes de religiões finalmente encontrei o Islã.  Como já tinha me desapontado muito com o Cristianismo, levei um longo tempo para estudar o Islã.  Mas valeu a pena.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Quando as pessoas me perguntam por que me tornei muçulmana, geralmente lhes digo que não me tornei, sempre fui uma muçulmana, só não tinha percebido.  E quando descobri o Islã, levei três anos para verificar se era realmente quem sou.  Então se alguém me pergunta se tenho certeza, posso responder sem dúvida que - SIM!!! Essa é quem eu sou, quem sempre fui.  Finalmente com a idade de 21 me converti ao Islã, graças a Deus!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Converti-me ao Islã logo depois do mês de Ramadã, em 2001.  O Ramadã é uma época bonita e é dedicado ao jejum, a se manter longe dos prazeres físicos, a fazer sua mente ter o controle sobre seu corpo, e a pensar sobre os que são menos afortunados.  É exatamente como me sinto sobre minha vida antes de me tornar uma muçulmana - estava jejuando do alimento mais necessário que um ser humano pode querer - o “alimento” para sua mente e seu coração!  Estava constantemente trabalhando no meu aprimoramento, constantemente orando para encontrar paz interior, constantemente analisando a situação nessa vida...<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Continuo não tendo uma explicação totalmente lógica do por que exatamente me converti DEPOIS do Ramadã e não ANTES ou DURANTE.  Jejuei o mês todo de Ramadã e então me converti.  Acho que tinha que me purificar, tinha que dar o último passo na aceitação da perfeição.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Ser privada de comida e bebida é uma coisa, mas ser privada de conhecimento, da verdade simples, acredite-me, é ainda mais difícil.  É por isso que toda vez que jejuamos, não apenas temos que pensar sobre quando chegará o minuto que nos permitirá comer e beber e provar todas as coisas boas feitas pelas mulheres de nossa casa para quebrar o jejum, mas também pensar sobre todas as outras pessoas privadas não apenas de comida, mas também da bênção de ser muçulmano, a bênção de ser tão próximo da perfeição e verdade.  Como muçulmanos, somos verdadeiramente abençoados: jejuamos um mês por ano para nos transformarmos em pessoas melhores, mas a maioria das pessoas nesse mundo jejua grandes partes de sua vida na busca da verdade.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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