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

\"\"<\/p>\r\n

 (part 1 of 2)<\/span><\/h1>\r\n

This is a very long, detailed description of the topics I am most questioned about; my spiritual life, my conversion, my familial response to my conversion, and my future plans in Islam.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

“No, a guy did not convert me”<\/span><\/p>\r\n

My Spiritual Life:<\/span><\/h2>\r\n

I have been enamored with God since I was young.  Like many children, I would stare into the clouds or stars and wonder who, what, where, why, and how was God.  Trying to verify His presence, I would set up quasi-experiments to find proof.  For instance, setting a glass on a table, and ask God to move it, to prove His existence.  With no result, I would vary the object, time, and tried not watching (maybe God did not want me to see Him move it?).  Another time, I tested different methods of prayer to see which ones “worked.”  Among many other things, I tried praying on my face, on my knees, standing up, lying down, closing my eyes, having good posture, straightening my fingers, begging Him, offering a sacrifice, i.e., “God if you help me get a bicycle, I will never eat ice cream again.”  After a while, I realized that if God did what I asked Him to do to prove Himself to me, or if there was a prayer method that guaranteed my desired result, then I would have been God, not He.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

I was raised as a Christian, and as I grew up, I would go to different church denominations and ask the ministers how they knew, for sure, that God existed.  Now, I would think, that this would be the question they are asked most often, but as it turns out, they are almost never asked this question, and even more surprisingly, for the most part, they do not appear to like being asked this question.  Eventually, I met a pastor who was not afraid of this question, who, in fact, loved it, and who enjoyed and appreciated the genuine honesty of a searching soul.  He was an intellectual - Rice University - Suma Cum Laude, but, more importantly, he was a highly spiritual individual.  He answered every question I ever had, introduced me to many spiritual theories and principles, and helped me transform my prayer life from the childish behavior of asking God for everything, as if my prayers were a holiday presents wish list, into the more mature meditative prayer and follower that listens for God’s guidance and follows His direction.  My life was blessed by having known both he and his wife.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

I began teaching Sunday School to children when I was age sixteen.  I love teaching children about God more than any other activity in the world, and believe that through God, this is my best talent.  I have many funny stories about my experiences in teaching, however, if I go into it now, this already too lengthy page will be even longer.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

A year later, I was asked to begin Christian Leadership Training.  It was a very valuable experience, because besides learning additional worthwhile spiritual principles, I learned what pastors are taught in terms of the strengths and weaknesses of the argument for Christianity.  This gives me a uniquely strong basis for arguing Islam over Christianity.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

The next year, I was asked to serve on a Healing Ministries Team to aid those going through physical, spiritual, or emotional difficulty.  I felt very fortunate to serve in this capacity because I was surrounded by the best people, in the best church that I had ever attended.  I was much younger and inexperienced than the rest of the group and completely out of my league.  Yet I stayed with it, because they possessed a knowledge that I desired.  I always wanted to know “what to say,” and “what not to say,” to those in dire circumstances.  I decide that unless the rest of the team figured out that I was in over my head, I was not going to tell them.  Once again, I felt my life had been undeservedly blessed by getting to hang out and learn from those I most admired.  Sometimes though, since I was not even close to their advanced level, I would look around the room and start thinking of the song from “Sesame Street,”<\/span><\/p>\r\n

“One of these things is not like the others.  One of these things just doesn’t belong.”<\/span><\/p>\r\n

I also have many funny and interesting stories from working on this Healing Team, but again, it would make this much longer.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

At some point, I began to consider my fellow team members - the people I thought the most spiritually elite and wise.  Although they were superior to me in every way, I thought to myself that they were not where I would like to be when I reach their age.  I perceived a distance from God in Christianity.  I discussed this with my pastor, stating that I wanted to develop my relationship with God.  He suggested I might try praying more often during the day, mentioning that Muslims pray five times daily which is suppose to aid in this matter.  Of course he was not trying to peek my interest in Islam.  Yet he did.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

I had other difficulties with Christianity.  The concept that heaven can only be obtained through having Jesus as your Savior with good and bad deeds having no relevance in the scheme of things, was an idea that always defied common sense to me.  Theoretically, in Christianity, a person who sins all day, every day of his life, will go to heaven if he accepts Jesus as his Savior, one second before he dies.  The man that does all good, every day of his life, who does not accept Jesus as his Savior in his lifetime, is sentenced to eternal hell.  How much sense does that make?  There are many additional problems with Christianity, but I will not go into them at this point.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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

I was also involved in Christian Student Ministries.  I always preferred having Christian to non-Christian friends because we thought more alike.  And, although I had many nice Christian girlfriends, I also felt a lack of closeness with them because of a difference in opinion as to what constituted Godly living, as far as, dating, alcohol, clubbing, etc.  I was constantly asked if there was something wrong with me and made fun of when I turned down invitations to clubs, drinking, etc.  It made me feel terrible inside.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

One day, I met several Muslim sisters, and I felt an instant kinship, unlike any I had previously held.  Like myself, they did not date, swear, drink, and the long list of other common vices.  It was such a great feeling to meet others, with whom I held so much agreement about so many matters.  I was surprised to learn that there was any other person on the planet so similar to myself.  I had no idea such a creature existed.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Since this was the second time Muslims had been brought to my attention, I decided that I should at least investigate Islam, so I called a Mosque and went to it for direction.  I was given a copy of the Quran, and so I started to read.  Slowly my focus began to shift from Christianity to Islam.  At first I stopped teaching the “Christ as Savior” part in my Sunday School lessons, and opted for morality lessons each week.  However, soon I was not able to look the children in the eyes when I taught because I felt I was a hypocrite to them and their parents, who were expecting me to be a Christian role model.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Next, during my prayer, I felt that God was guiding me to stop teaching Sunday School, and go to different churches on Sundays and study church growth.  For instance, when two churches are located on the same street, why does one have 50 members, and one have 5000 members?  At the time it made no sense to me to do this, but I felt strongly urged by God to do this, and I had learned that if you are sure God is guiding you in a certain direction, and you are positive it is God and not your own instinct or desire, than you had better do it if you want to have the best life.  I have ignored His guidance in the past and failed too many times. (More funny stories there for another time.)<\/span><\/p>\r\n

I did not discuss Islam with anybody, because I felt I was betraying all my Christian family and friends, and I did not even discuss it with my Muslim girlfriends because I did not want my decision to have any pressure applied.  Slowly, without my actually realizing it, I began to shift my beliefs from Christianity and towards Islam.  It was not a quick or easy transformation, because my whole foundation of life was Christian based, yet, it, nonetheless, transformed.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

One day, a Muslim friend at school had asked me what I enjoyed doing when I was not at school.  I told her that my very favorite activity was teaching Sunday School.  She asked me where I taught, and I told her I was not teaching anywhere.  She asked, if that was my favorite thing to do, why I was not doing it?  It was at this point that I realized that had changed, without my even realizing it had been taking place.  I knew I would never go back to teaching Sunday School, because I was no longer Christian, but instead, maybe, possibly, Muslim.  My beliefs were now solidly Islamic.  It was one of the hardest things I ever had to admit to, I guess I was somehow hoping that I would eventually turn back to Christianity so that my life would be easier, but it had not.  So I slowly replied to her, that I did not believe in Christianity any more, stunned and sad at this realization.  It was very hard to utter those words.  She asked why, so I explained that I had been reading the Quran and believed in its contents, as opposed to those contained in the Bible.  She asked, “So, are you Muslim?”  I said, “I do not actually know what defines someone as a Muslim.”  She asked me a number of questions about my beliefs, and then told me that I was a Muslim, and that I only needed to convert.  I asked how a person converts, so she said you just need to repeat these words after me, and so I did.  So, I experienced the death of my Christianity, and the birth of my Islam in a few minutes time.  Needless to say, this moment is etched into my brain permanently, InshaAllah [God-willing].<\/span><\/p>\r\n

I was so excited, but I had to be positive, that what I thought had happened actually did happen.  I did not want to make a wishy-washy decision about this conversion, i.e., be Muslim one day, and Christian the next, Muslim the day after, and back to Christianity, so I made appointments with four Imams to find out exactly what it meant to be Muslim, concluding with the same realization that I was Muslim.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

In the following month, I was overwhelmed with the sense that I was home.  I felt that what I had been looking for all my life had been found, and for the first time I was home where I belonged.  Often, I feel as though I was always a Muslim, but God decided that I best served His interest by being born into a Christian environment, as it places me in a position to serve Him from a much different angle than the born and raised Muslim.  There are many things I have to learn from my Muslim brothers and sisters, yet there are many areas where Muslims can learn from those raised as Christian.  InshaAllah, I hope I never forget the day that I converted, because once I did, the world suddenly looked different as if everything was suddenly in color.  I know that sounds so silly, but that is the only way I know to describe the change I experienced.  Things looked different, smelled different, sounded different, etc.  I really cannot put it into words.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

 <\/p>\r\n

 (part 1 of 2)<\/span><\/h1>\r\n

 <\/p>\r\n

This is a very long, detailed description of the topics I am most questioned about; my spiritual life, my conversion, my familial response to my conversion, and my future plans in Islam.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

“No, a guy did not convert me”<\/span><\/p>\r\n

My Spiritual Life:<\/span><\/h2>\r\n

I have been enamored with God since I was young.  Like many children, I would stare into the clouds or stars and wonder who, what, where, why, and how was God.  Trying to verify His presence, I would set up quasi-experiments to find proof.  For instance, setting a glass on a table, and ask God to move it, to prove His existence.  With no result, I would vary the object, time, and tried not watching (maybe God did not want me to see Him move it?).  Another time, I tested different methods of prayer to see which ones “worked.”  Among many other things, I tried praying on my face, on my knees, standing up, lying down, closing my eyes, having good posture, straightening my fingers, begging Him, offering a sacrifice, i.e., “God if you help me get a bicycle, I will never eat ice cream again.”  After a while, I realized that if God did what I asked Him to do to prove Himself to me, or if there was a prayer method that guaranteed my desired result, then I would have been God, not He.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

I was raised as a Christian, and as I grew up, I would go to different church denominations and ask the ministers how they knew, for sure, that God existed.  Now, I would think, that this would be the question they are asked most often, but as it turns out, they are almost never asked this question, and even more surprisingly, for the most part, they do not appear to like being asked this question.  Eventually, I met a pastor who was not afraid of this question, who, in fact, loved it, and who enjoyed and appreciated the genuine honesty of a searching soul.  He was an intellectual - Rice University - Suma Cum Laude, but, more importantly, he was a highly spiritual individual.  He answered every question I ever had, introduced me to many spiritual theories and principles, and helped me transform my prayer life from the childish behavior of asking God for everything, as if my prayers were a holiday presents wish list, into the more mature meditative prayer and follower that listens for God’s guidance and follows His direction.  My life was blessed by having known both he and his wife.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

I began teaching Sunday School to children when I was age sixteen.  I love teaching children about God more than any other activity in the world, and believe that through God, this is my best talent.  I have many funny stories about my experiences in teaching, however, if I go into it now, this already too lengthy page will be even longer.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

A year later, I was asked to begin Christian Leadership Training.  It was a very valuable experience, because besides learning additional worthwhile spiritual principles, I learned what pastors are taught in terms of the strengths and weaknesses of the argument for Christianity.  This gives me a uniquely strong basis for arguing Islam over Christianity.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

The next year, I was asked to serve on a Healing Ministries Team to aid those going through physical, spiritual, or emotional difficulty.  I felt very fortunate to serve in this capacity because I was surrounded by the best people, in the best church that I had ever attended.  I was much younger and inexperienced than the rest of the group and completely out of my league.  Yet I stayed with it, because they possessed a knowledge that I desired.  I always wanted to know “what to say,” and “what not to say,” to those in dire circumstances.  I decide that unless the rest of the team figured out that I was in over my head, I was not going to tell them.  Once again, I felt my life had been undeservedly blessed by getting to hang out and learn from those I most admired.  Sometimes though, since I was not even close to their advanced level, I would look around the room and start thinking of the song from “Sesame Street,”<\/span><\/p>\r\n

“One of these things is not like the others.  One of these things just doesn’t belong.”<\/span><\/p>\r\n

I also have many funny and interesting stories from working on this Healing Team, but again, it would make this much longer.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

At some point, I began to consider my fellow team members - the people I thought the most spiritually elite and wise.  Although they were superior to me in every way, I thought to myself that they were not where I would like to be when I reach their age.  I perceived a distance from God in Christianity.  I discussed this with my pastor, stating that I wanted to develop my relationship with God.  He suggested I might try praying more often during the day, mentioning that Muslims pray five times daily which is suppose to aid in this matter.  Of course he was not trying to peek my interest in Islam.  Yet he did.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

I had other difficulties with Christianity.  The concept that heaven can only be obtained through having Jesus as your Savior with good and bad deeds having no relevance in the scheme of things, was an idea that always defied common sense to me.  Theoretically, in Christianity, a person who sins all day, every day of his life, will go to heaven if he accepts Jesus as his Savior, one second before he dies.  The man that does all good, every day of his life, who does not accept Jesus as his Savior in his lifetime, is sentenced to eternal hell.  How much sense does that make?  There are many additional problems with Christianity, but I will not go into them at this point.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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

I was also involved in Christian Student Ministries.  I always preferred having Christian to non-Christian friends because we thought more alike.  And, although I had many nice Christian girlfriends, I also felt a lack of closeness with them because of a difference in opinion as to what constituted Godly living, as far as, dating, alcohol, clubbing, etc.  I was constantly asked if there was something wrong with me and made fun of when I turned down invitations to clubs, drinking, etc.  It made me feel terrible inside.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

One day, I met several Muslim sisters, and I felt an instant kinship, unlike any I had previously held.  Like myself, they did not date, swear, drink, and the long list of other common vices.  It was such a great feeling to meet others, with whom I held so much agreement about so many matters.  I was surprised to learn that there was any other person on the planet so similar to myself.  I had no idea such a creature existed.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Since this was the second time Muslims had been brought to my attention, I decided that I should at least investigate Islam, so I called a Mosque and went to it for direction.  I was given a copy of the Quran, and so I started to read.  Slowly my focus began to shift from Christianity to Islam.  At first I stopped teaching the “Christ as Savior” part in my Sunday School lessons, and opted for morality lessons each week.  However, soon I was not able to look the children in the eyes when I taught because I felt I was a hypocrite to them and their parents, who were expecting me to be a Christian role model.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Next, during my prayer, I felt that God was guiding me to stop teaching Sunday School, and go to different churches on Sundays and study church growth.  For instance, when two churches are located on the same street, why does one have 50 members, and one have 5000 members?  At the time it made no sense to me to do this, but I felt strongly urged by God to do this, and I had learned that if you are sure God is guiding you in a certain direction, and you are positive it is God and not your own instinct or desire, than you had better do it if you want to have the best life.  I have ignored His guidance in the past and failed too many times. (More funny stories there for another time.)<\/span><\/p>\r\n

I did not discuss Islam with anybody, because I felt I was betraying all my Christian family and friends, and I did not even discuss it with my Muslim girlfriends because I did not want my decision to have any pressure applied.  Slowly, without my actually realizing it, I began to shift my beliefs from Christianity and towards Islam.  It was not a quick or easy transformation, because my whole foundation of life was Christian based, yet, it, nonetheless, transformed.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

One day, a Muslim friend at school had asked me what I enjoyed doing when I was not at school.  I told her that my very favorite activity was teaching Sunday School.  She asked me where I taught, and I told her I was not teaching anywhere.  She asked, if that was my favorite thing to do, why I was not doing it?  It was at this point that I realized that had changed, without my even realizing it had been taking place.  I knew I would never go back to teaching Sunday School, because I was no longer Christian, but instead, maybe, possibly, Muslim.  My beliefs were now solidly Islamic.  It was one of the hardest things I ever had to admit to, I guess I was somehow hoping that I would eventually turn back to Christianity so that my life would be easier, but it had not.  So I slowly replied to her, that I did not believe in Christianity any more, stunned and sad at this realization.  It was very hard to utter those words.  She asked why, so I explained that I had been reading the Quran and believed in its contents, as opposed to those contained in the Bible.  She asked, “So, are you Muslim?”  I said, “I do not actually know what defines someone as a Muslim.”  She asked me a number of questions about my beliefs, and then told me that I was a Muslim, and that I only needed to convert.  I asked how a person converts, so she said you just need to repeat these words after me, and so I did.  So, I experienced the death of my Christianity, and the birth of my Islam in a few minutes time.  Needless to say, this moment is etched into my brain permanently, InshaAllah [God-willing].<\/span><\/p>\r\n

I was so excited, but I had to be positive, that what I thought had happened actually did happen.  I did not want to make a wishy-washy decision about this conversion, i.e., be Muslim one day, and Christian the next, Muslim the day after, and back to Christianity, so I made appointments with four Imams to find out exactly what it meant to be Muslim, concluding with the same realization that I was Muslim.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

In the following month, I was overwhelmed with the sense that I was home.  I felt that what I had been looking for all my life had been found, and for the first time I was home where I belonged.  Often, I feel as though I was always a Muslim, but God decided that I best served His interest by being born into a Christian environment, as it places me in a position to serve Him from a much different angle than the born and raised Muslim.  There are many things I have to learn from my Muslim brothers and sisters, yet there are many areas where Muslims can learn from those raised as Christian.  InshaAllah, I hope I never forget the day that I converted, because once I did, the world suddenly looked different as if everything was suddenly in color.  I know that sounds so silly, but that is the only way I know to describe the change I experienced.  Things looked different, smelled different, sounded different, etc.  I really cannot put it into words.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

 <\/p>\r\n

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Zainab, Exchistiana, Estados Unidos<\/span><\/h1>\r\n

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

<\/h1>\r\n

 (parte 1 de 2)<\/span><\/h1>\r\n

 <\/p>\r\n

Esta es una descripción extensa y detallada de los temas sobre los que más me preguntan; mi vida espiritual, mi conversión, la respuesta de mi familia a mi conversión y mis planes futuros en el Islam.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

“No, no me convirtió un hombre.”<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Mi Vida Espiritual:<\/span><\/h2>\r\n

He estado enamorada de Dios desde que era pequeña. Como muchos niños, miraba fijamente las nubes o las estrellas y me preguntaba quién, qué, dónde, por qué y cómo era Dios. Tratando de verificar Su presencia, hice algunos cuasi experimentos para hallar pruebas. Por ejemplo, poner un vaso en una mesa y pedirle a Dios que lo moviera, para probar Su existencia. Al no obtener resultados, cambié el objeto, el tiempo, e intenté hacerlo sin mirar (quizás Dios no quería que yo viera cómo lo movía). En otra ocasión, probé diferentes métodos de oración para ver cuál de ellos “funcionaba”. Entre otras muchas cosas, intenté rezando sobre mi rostro, de rodillas, de pie, recostada, cerrando los ojos, teniendo buena postura, enderezando mis dedos, rogándole a Él, y ofreciendo un sacrificio del tipo “Dios, si me ayudas a obtener una bicicleta, nunca volveré a comer helados.” Después de un tiempo, me di cuenta de que si Dios hiciera lo que yo le pedía para probarme Su existencia, o si hubiera un método de oración que garantizara el resultado de mi deseo, entonces yo sería Dios, y no Él.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Fui criada como cristiana, y mientras crecía, asistí a diferentes iglesias de distintas denominaciones y le pregunté a los ministros cómo estaban seguros de que Dios existía. Yo pensaba que esa sería la pregunta que más le hacían a ellos, pero para mi sorpresa, a ellos casi nunca les preguntan eso, y aún más sorprendente, a la mayoría parece no gustarle que se lo pregunten. Al final, conocí a un pastor que no tenía miedo de esta pregunta, quien de hecho, la amaba, y quien disfrutaba y apreciaba la honestidad genuina de un alma inquieta.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Él era un intelectual - Rice University - Suma Cum Laude, pero más importante, era un individuo muy espiritual. Respondió cada pregunta que yo tenía, me presentó muchas teorías y principios espirituales, y me ayudó a transformar mi vida de orante del comportamiento infantil de pedirle a Dios por todo, como si mis oraciones fueran un listado de regalos deseados, hacia el orante y seguidor maduro y meditativo que escucha la guía divina y sigue Su dirección. Mi vida estaba bendita al haberlos conocido a él y a su esposa.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Comencé a enseñarles a los niños en la escuela dominical cuando tenía 16 años. Amaba enseñarles a los niños sobre Dios más que cualquier otra actividad en el mundo, y creo que a través de Él, este es mi mejor talento. Tengo muchas anécdotas divertidas sobre mis experiencias enseñando, sin embargo, si me detengo en ello, esta página ya demasiado larga se haría mucho más extensa.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Un año después, se me pidió que comenzara el entrenamiento de liderazgo cristiano. Fue una experiencia muy valiosa, pues además de los principios espirituales útiles, aprendí que se les enseña a los pastores en términos de fortaleza y debilidad de los argumentos para el Cristianismo. Esto me dio una base fuerte y única para argumentar el Islam sobre el Cristianismo.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Al año siguiente, se me pidió servir en un Equipo de Ministros de Sanación para ayudar a aquellos que tenían dificultades físicas, espirituales o emocionales. Me sentí muy afortunada de servir en este ministerio puesto que estaba rodeada de las mejores personas en la mejor iglesia a la que jamás hubiera asistido. Era mucho más joven e inexperta que los demás del grupo y estaba completamente fuera de mi liga. Sin embargo permanecí con ellos, puesto que tenían un conocimiento que yo deseaba. Siempre quise saber “qué decir” y “qué no decir” a aquellos en circunstancias graves. Decidí que a menos que el resto del equipo creyera que yo no daba la talla, yo no les diría nada al respecto. Una vez más, sentí que mi vida había sido bendecida inmerecidamente al poder salir y aprender con aquellos que más admiraba. A veces pensaba, debido a que estaba lejos de su nivel avanzado, que miraría por la habitación y comenzaría a cantar mentalmente aquel tema de “Plaza Sésamo”:<\/span><\/p>\r\n

 “Una de estas cosas no es como las otras, es diferente de todas las demás...”<\/span><\/p>\r\n

También tengo muchas anécdotas divertidas e interesantes de este trabajo con el Ministerio de Sanación, pero nuevamente, este texto se haría mucho más largo.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

En algún momento, comencé a reflexionar acerca de mis compañeros de equipo, la gente que yo creía la más selecta y sabia espiritualmente. Aunque eran superiores a mi en todo sentido, pensé para mis adentros que no estaban donde yo quería estar cuando llegara a su edad. Percibía una distancia de Dios en el Cristianismo. Discutí esto con mi pastor, afirmándole que quería desarrollar mi relación con Dios. Él me sugirió que intentara rezando más veces durante el día, y mencionó que los musulmanes rezan cinco veces diaria lo que se supone que ayuda en este asunto. Por supuesto, él no estaba tratando de hacerme interesar por el Islam. Pero lo hizo.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Tuve otras dificultades con el Cristianismo. El concepto de que el cielo sólo puede alcanzarse a través de tener a Jesús como tu Salvador sin que las buenas o malas obras tengan relevancia en el plan general, era una idea que, para mí, desafiaba el sentido común. Teóricamente, en el Cristianismo, una persona que peca todo el día, todos los días de su vida, irá al cielo si acepta a Jesús como su Salvador un segundo antes de morir. El hombre que siempre hizo el bien, cada día de su vida, pero no aceptó a Jesús como su Salvador, es sentenciado al fuego eterno. ¿Qué sentido tiene eso? Hay muchos otros problemas con el Cristianismo, pero no entraré en detalle en este punto.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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

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 (partie 1 de 2)<\/span><\/h1>\r\n

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Voici une longue réponse aux questions qu’on me pose le plus souvent sur ma vie spirituelle, ma conversion, la réaction de ma famille à ma conversion et comment j’envisage mon avenir au sein de l’islam.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

 « Non, un homme ne m’a pas convertie. »<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Ma vie spirituelle<\/span><\/h2>\r\n

J’aime Dieu depuis que je suis toute petite.  Comme beaucoup d’enfants, je regardais les nuages ou les étoiles et je me demandais qui, quoi, où et comment était Dieu.  Et afin de vérifier Sa présence, je m’inventais toutes sortes d’expériences pour découvrir des indices concrets.  Sans résultat, je tentais alors de varier les moments et les lieux (peut-être que Dieu ne voulait pas que je Le voie?).  À d’autres moments, je testais différentes méthodes de prières pour voir lesquelles étaient les plus susceptibles d’amener une réponse.  Entre autres, j’essayai de prier face contre terre, sur mes genoux, debout, couchée, les yeux fermés, les doigts raides… Je Le suppliais, Lui offrais des « sacrifices » (par exemple : « Dieu, si Tu fais en sorte que je reçoive un vélo en cadeau, je ne mangerai plus jamais de crème glacée. »).  Après un temps, je réalisai que si Dieu faisait ce que je Lui demandais pour me prouver Son existence ou que s’il y avait une façon de prier qui me garantissait une réponse claire, alors c’est moi qui serais Dieu et non Lui.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

J’ai été élevée dans une famille chrétienne.  En grandissant, je me suis mise à fréquenter les églises de diverses dénominations et dans chacune, je demandais au pasteur comment il pouvait être absolument certain de l’existence de Dieu.  Je me disais que cela devait être LA question qu’on leur posait le plus souvent; mais j’appris que non, on ne la leur posait pratiquement jamais et, encore plus étonnant, que la plupart d’entre eux n’aimaient pas qu’on la leur pose.  Je finis par tomber sur un pasteur que la question n’agaçait pas, qui, au contraire, aimait qu’on la lui pose et qui appréciait l’honnêteté et la sincérité d’une personne qui était en quête de Dieu.  C’était un intellectuel et, plus important, encore, c’était un homme profondément spirituel.  Il répondit à toutes mes questions, me fit connaître divers principes et théories et m’aida à prier autrement, non plus de manière enfantine en demandant à Dieu tout ce qui me passait par la tête, mais de manière méditative, avec l’intention sincère de suivre la voie de Dieu et d’obéir à Ses commandements.  Je sentis que ma rencontre avec lui, de même qu’avec son épouse, avait été une bénédiction dans ma vie.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Je commençai à enseigner l’école du dimanche, aux enfants, à l’âge de seize ans.  J’adore parler de Dieu aux enfants plus que tout autre chose, dans la vie, et je crois que, par la grâce de Dieu, c’est là mon plus grand talent. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

Un an plus tard, on me demanda de commencer une formation en leadership chrétien.  Ce fut une expérience très enrichissante, car en plus d’apprendre de nouveaux principes spirituels, j’appris ce qu’on apprend aux pasteurs en termes de forces et faiblesses des arguments dans le discours chrétien.  Ce qui me donne, aujourd’hui, une base solide pour argumenter contre le christianisme en faveur de l’islam.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

L’année suivante, on me demanda de servir au sein de l’équipe du ministère de guérison afin d’aider les gens qui traversaient une période difficile aux niveaux physique, spirituel ou émotif.  Je me trouvais chanceuse de pouvoir travailler au sein de cette équipe, car j’étais entourée des meilleures personnes dans la meilleure église que j’avais pu trouver jusque-là.  J’étais beaucoup plus jeune et inexpérimentée que le reste du groupe et j’éprouvais un certain sentiment d’infériorité vis-à-vis d’eux.  Mais je voulus tout de même demeurer parmi eux, car ils possédaient un savoir que je n’avais pas et que je souhaitais acquérir.  J’avais toujours voulu savoir quoi dire et quoi ne pas dire aux gens en difficulté.  Et je me dis qu’à moins que les autres membres de l’équipe ne réalisent que j’étais quelque peu dépassée, je n’allais pas leur dire.  Encore une fois, je sentais comme une bénédiction – pourtant non-méritée, à mes yeux – le fait de pouvoir apprendre des gens que j’admirais le plus. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

Après un certain temps, toutefois, je me mis à considérer ces gens, ceux que je croyais les plus élevés et les plus sages, spirituellement.  Bien qu’ils fussent supérieurs à moi à maints égards, je me dis qu’ils n’étaient pas au niveau auquel j’aurais voulu être à leur âge.  Je ressentais, dans le christianisme, une certaine distance avec Dieu.  J’en parlai à mon pasteur, lui disant que je souhaitais mieux développer ma relation avec Dieu.  Il me suggéra de prier plus souvent, durant la journée.  Et, pour établir une comparaison, il mentionna les musulmans qui prient cinq fois par jour afin de maintenir un contact avec Dieu.  Il ne cherchait évidemment pas à éveiller mon intérêt pour l’islam.  Pourtant, c’est ce qu’il fit.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

J’avais d’autres difficultés avec le christianisme.  Le concept que le Paradis ne puisse s’atteindre qu’à travers l’acceptation de Jésus en tant que sauveur – ce qui ne donne plus aucune valeur aux bonnes et mauvaises actions – défiait le gros bon sens, pour moi.  Théoriquement, dans le christianisme, une personne qui commet de nombreux péchés tout au long de sa vie ira au Paradis si elle accepte Jésus comme sauveur même une minute avant de mourir.  Tandis que celle qui fait du bien tout au long de sa vie, mais qui n’accepte pas Jésus comme sauveur sera vouée à l’Enfer éternel.  Quelle logique peut-on tirer d’un tel raisonnement?  Je voyais également beaucoup d’autres problèmes avec le christianisme, mais je ne prendrai pas la peine de tous les détailler.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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

D’une manière générale, je préférais avoir des amies chrétiennes plutôt que des amies non-chrétiennes, car nous avions plus d’affinités.  Mais même là, je n’étais jamais vraiment proche d’elles, car nous n’avions pas les mêmes opinions sur la façon de vivre en harmonie avec Dieu et plus particulièrement sur le fait de sortir (ou non) avec des garçons, consommer de l’alcool, fréquenter les discothèques, etc.  On me demandait sans cesse ce qui n’allait pas, avec moi, et on se moquait de moi lorsque je refusais des invitations à sortir dans les boîtes de nuit.  Malgré moi, je finissais par me sentir coupable de ne pas être comme tout le monde.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Un jour, je fis la rencontre de musulmanes et je me sentis spontanément bien, avec elles, et mieux qu’avec quiconque auparavant.  Comme moi, elles ne sortaient pas avec des garçons, ne juraient pas, ne buvaient pas, etc.  Quel bonheur de rencontrer des personnes avec lesquelles je partageais tant de points de vue sur divers sujets.  Je m’étonnais qu’il existe, en ce monde, des personnes aussi semblables à moi.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Comme c’était la deuxième fois que l’islam piquait ma curiosité, je décidai d’en apprendre plus sur cette religion.  J’appelai donc une mosquée et demandai comment m’y rendre.  Sur place, on me donna une traduction du Coran, dont je ne tardai pas à entamer la lecture.  Petit à petit, mon intérêt pour le christianisme se transforma en intérêt pour l’islam, qui se mit à occuper de plus en plus de place dans mon esprit.  Je cessai d’enseigner « Jésus notre sauveur » à l’école du dimanche et choisis de n’enseigner que la morale.  Mais bientôt, je devins incapable de regarder les enfants dans les yeux, car je me sentais terriblement hypocrite, devant eux et leurs parents, qui attendaient de moi que je donne l’exemple en tant que chrétienne.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Au début, je ne parlai d’islam avec personne, car j’avais l’impression de trahir mes amis et la communauté chrétienne.  Je n’en parlai même pas avec mes amies musulmanes, car je voulais éviter de subir une certaine pression de leur part.  Avec le temps, je réalisai que je pensais de plus en plus comme une musulmane et non plus comme une chrétienne.  Bien sûr, j’avais encore, au fond de moi, une base chrétienne solide, mais elle était chaque jour un peu plus ébranlée.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Un jour, une amie musulmane, à l’école, me demanda ce que j’aimais faire à l’extérieur de l’école.  Je lui dis que l’activité que j’aimais le plus, c’était enseigner aux enfants à l’école du dimanche.  Elle me demanda où j’enseignais et je lui dis que je n’enseignais nulle part.  Elle me demanda pourquoi je n’enseignais pas si c’était là la chose que j’aimais le plus.  C’est à ce moment que je réalisai à quel point j’avais changé, sans même m’en rendre compte ou à peine.  Je savais que je ne retournerais jamais enseigner à l’école du dimanche, car je n’étais plus vraiment chrétienne.  Peut-être étais-je musulmane?...  Mes croyances, en tout cas, étaient clairement islamiques.  Ce fut la chose la plus que je trouvai la plus difficile à admettre à moi-même; peut-être que je gardais espoir, tout au fond, de redevenir un jour chrétienne, ce qui aurait rendu les choses beaucoup plus faciles, pour moi.  Alors je lui expliquai, lentement, en pesant sur mes mots, que je ne croyais plus au christianisme, paroles qui, en sortant difficilement de ma bouche, m’étonnèrent et m’attristèrent à la fois.  Elle me demanda pourquoi, alors je lui expliquai que j’avais lu le Coran et que je croyais à ses versets, contrairement aux versets de la Bible, que je n’arrivais plus à accepter.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Elle me demanda si j’étais musulmane.  Je répondis : « Je ne suis pas certaine de savoir ce qui définit quelqu’un comme musulman. »  Elle me posa un certain nombre de questions sur mes convictions et me dit que j’étais bel et bien musulmane et qu’il ne me restait plus qu’à me convertir.  Je lui demandai ce que je devais faire pour me convertir et elle me dit que je n’avais qu’à répéter ces mots (la shahada) après elle.  C’est ce que je fis.  Je vécus donc la mort de ma foi chrétienne et la naissance de mon islam en à peine quelques minutes.  Ce moment sera pour toujours imprégné dans ma mémoire.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

J’étais très excitée et j’avais du mal à croire à ce qui venait de se produire.  Comme je voulais m’assurer de ne pas avoir pris cette décision sur un coup de tête, je pris rendez-vous avec quatre imams, que j’allai rencontrer.  Je leur demandai de m’en apprendre davantage sur l’islam et sur la vie de musulman, et de me définir clairement ce qu’est un musulman.  J’en arrivai à la conclusion que j’étais bel et bien musulmane, il n’y avait plus aucun doute à ce sujet.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Au cours du mois suivant, j’eus la constante impression d’avoir enfin trouvé ma place, en ce monde, d’être enfin rentrée chez moi.  Ce que j’avais cherché toute ma vie, je l’avais enfin trouvé.  Parfois, je me dis que j’ai toujours été musulmane, mais que Dieu, dans Sa sagesse, avait décidé de me faire naître dans une famille chrétienne, car cela me donne l’occasion, aujourd’hui, de Le servir d’un angle totalement différent des musulmans de naissance.  J’ai encore à apprendre des musulmans et de l’islam, mais il y a plusieurs sphères où les musulmans ont beaucoup à apprendre de ceux qui ont été élevés en tant que chrétiens.  Une fois convertie, le monde est devenu différent, à mes yeux, plus éclairé, plus coloré.  Je sais que cela peut paraître ridicule, mais c’est ainsi que j’arrive à exprimer l’énorme changement positif que j’ai vécu; les choses n’avaient plus le même aspect, la même odeur, le même son, etc.  J’étais devenue une nouvelle personne, tout simplement.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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

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Dies ist eine sehr lange und detailierte Beschreibung der Themen, über die ich am meisten befragt werde; über mein spirituelles Leben, meine Konvertierung, die Reaktion meiner Familie auf meine Konvertierung und meine Zukunftspläne im Islam.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

\"Nein, mich hat kein Junge konvertiert.\"<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Mein spirituelles Leben:<\/span><\/h2>\r\n

Ich war in Gott verliebt, seit ich jung war.  Wie viele Kinder starrte ich die Wolken oder die Sterne an und fragte mich, wer, was, wo, warum und wie Gott ist.  Bei dem Versuch, Seine Anwesenheit zu überprüfen, machte ich quasi Experimente, um einen Beweis zu finden.  Beispielsweise ein Glas auf einen Tisch stellen und Gott bitten, es zu bewegen, um Seine Existenz zu beweisen.  Ohne Resultat variierte ich das Objekt, die Zeit und versuchte, nicht hinzusehen (vielleicht wollte Gott nicht, dass ich Ihn sehe, wie Er es bewegt?).   Ein anderes Mal versuchte ich verschiedene Formen von Gebeten, um zu sehen, welches \"funktioniert\".  Unter anderem versuchte ich auf meinem Gesicht zu beten, auf meinen Knien, im Stehen, im Liegen, mit geschlossenen Augen, mit einer guten Körperhaltung, mit gestreckten Fingern, Ihn anflehend, ein Opfer bringend d.h. \"Gott, wenn du mir zu einem Fahrrad verhilfst, werde ich nie wieder Eis essen.\"  Nach einer Weile wurde mir klar, dass wenn Gott tat, worum ich Ihn bat, um Ihn mir zu beweisen, oder ob es eine Gebetsart gab, die mein erwünschtes Resultat garantierte, dann wäre ich Gott, nicht Er. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

Ich bin als Christ aufgewachsen, und als ich größer wurde, ging ich zu verschiedenen kirchlichen Konfessionen und befragte die Priester, wie sie mit Sicherheit wissen konnten, dass Gott existiert.  Nun, ich würde denken, dass ihnen diese Frage am häufigsten gestellt wird, doch es stellte sich heraus, dass diese Frage so gut wie nie gestellt wurde, und was noch erstaunlicher ist, die meisten von ihnen  scheinen es nicht zu mögen, wenn ihnen diese Frage gestellt wird.  Schließlich traf ich auf einen Pastor, der keine Angst vor dieser Frage hatte, der sie tatsächlich liebte und der die echte Ehrlichkeit einer suchenden Seele genoss und schätzte.  Er war ein Intellektueller - Rice University - Summa Cum Laude, aber was noch wichtiger ist, er war ein überaus spiritueller Mensch.  Er beantwortete jede Frage, die ich je gehabt hatte, führte mich in zahlreiche spirituelle Theorien und Prinzipien ein, und half mir dabei, mein Gebetsleben von dem kindischen Verhalten Gott um alles mögliche zu bitten, als wären meine Gebete eine Wunschliste für einen Feiertag, zu einem reiferen, meditativen Gebet umzustellen und zu einem Anhänger, der auf die Rechtleitung Gottes hört und Seiner Richtung folgt.  Mein Leben war damit gesegnet, sie beide gekannt zu haben, ihn und seine Frau.  <\/span><\/p>\r\n

Ich begann, Kinder in der Sonntagsschule zu unterrichten, als ich 16 war.   Ich liebe es, Kindern etwas über Gott beizubringen, mehr als alles andere auf der Welt und ich glaube durch Gott ist dies mein größtes Talent.  Ich habe viele lustige Geschichten über die Erfahrungen, die ich beim Unterrichten gemacht habe, allerdings wenn ich darauf jetzt eingehen würde, würde dieser ohnehin schon langer Text noch viel länger werden. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

Ein Jahr später würde ich gebeten, ein christliches Gruppenleitungstraining zu absolvieren.  Es war eine sehr wertvolle Erfahrung, denn neben dem Erlernen wertvoller lohnender spiritueller Prinzipien, lernte ich, was Pastoren lernen, in Bezug auf die Stärken und Schwächen der Argumente für das Christentum.  Dies gibt mir eine einzigartige, starke Grundlage für das Argumentieren über das Christentum.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Im nächsten Jahr wurde ich gebeten, in einem Heilungs –Priesterteam mitzuwirken, um denen zu helfen, die physikalische, spirituelle oder emotionale Schwierigkeiten haben.  Ich fühlte mich sehr glücklich, in dieser Kapazität zu dienen, den ich war von den besten Leuten umgeben, in der besten Kirche, an der ich je teilgenommen hatte.  Ich war viel jünger und unerfahrener als der Rest der Gruppe und ganz außerhalb meiner Liga.  Also blieb ich bei ihnen, denn sie verfügten über das Wissen, das ich mir wünschte.  Ich wollte immer wissen, „was man sagt\" und „was man nicht sagt\", zu denen, die gerade Schreckliches erleben.  Ich beschloss, solange der Rest der Mannschaft nicht bemerkte, dass es mir über den Kopf stieg, ich es ihnen auch nicht erzählen würde.  Wieder einmal fühlte ich, dass mein Leben unverdient gesegnet worden ist, indem ich mit denen, die ich am meisten bewunderte, herumhängen und von ihnen lernen durfte.  Manchmal jedoch, da ich ihrem fortgeschrittenen Level nicht annähernd mithalten konnte, blickte ich durch den Raum und fing an, an das Lied von der \"Sesamstraße\" zu denken. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

\"Eines dieser Dinge ist nicht wie die anderen, eines dieser Dinge gehört nicht dazu.\"<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Ich habe auch viele lustige und interessante Geschichten aus der Arbeit mit dem Heilungs-Team, aber wieder würde das hier alles in die Länge ziehen.  <\/span><\/p>\r\n

An einem Punkt fing ich an, meine Mitglieder im Team zu berücksichtigen – die Menschen, von denen ich annahm, sie seien die spirituellste Elite und weise.  Obwohl sie mir in jeder Hinsicht überlegen waren, dachte ich, dass sie nicht da waren, wo ich sein wollte, wenn ich ihr Alter erreiche.  Ich empfand eine Distanz von Gott im Christentum.  Ich diskutierte mit meinem Pastor, erklärte ihm, dass ich meine Beziehung zu Gott ausbauen wollte.  Er schlug vor, ich könne versuchen, häufiger während des Tages zu beten, er erwähnte, dass Muslime fünfmal am Tag beten, was vermutlich in dieser Angelegenheit hilfreich sein könnte.  Natürlich versuchte er nicht, mein Interesse am Islam zu wecken.  Doch das tat er.  <\/span><\/p>\r\n

Ich hatte andere Schwierigkeiten mit dem Christentum.  Das Konzept, dass der Himmel nur erreicht werden kann, wenn man Jesus als unseren Erlöser akzeptiert, ohne dass gute oder schlechte Taten einen Einfluss haben, das war eine Vorstellung, die meiner Meinung nach dem gesunden Menschenverstand widersprach.  Theoretisch gesehen, würde im Christentum eine Person, die den ganzen Tag sündigt, in den Himmel kommen, wenn sie eine Sekunde vor ihrem Tod Jesus als ihren Erlöser akzeptiert.  Der Mensch, der Gutes tut, jeden Tag seines Lebens, der nicht während seines Lebens Jesus als seinen Erlöser akzeptiert, wird mit ewiger Hölle bestraft.   Was ergibt das für einen Sinn?  Es gibt noch viele zusätzliche Probleme mit dem Christentum, aber ich werde an dieser Stelle nicht darauf eingehen. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

 (teil 2 von 2)<\/span><\/h1>\r\n

Ich beteiligte mich auch an christlichen Studentendiensten.  Ich bevorzugte es immer, christliche Freunde zu haben, denn wir hatten mehr gemeinsam.  Und obwohl ich viele nette christliche Freundinnen hatte, spürte ich fehlende Nähe zu ihnen wegen  Meinungsverschiedenheiten über gottgefälliges Leben, bis hin zu Verabredungen, Alkohol, Clubs besuchen etc.  Ich wurde ständig gefragt, ob irgendetwas mit mir sei und sie machten sich über mich lächerlich, wenn ich Einladungen in Clubs, zum Trinken etc. ablehnte.  Es ließ ein schreckliches Gefühl in mir zurück. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

Eines Tages traf ich einige muslimische Schwestern und ich fühlte sogleich eine Verwandtschaft, so wie ich sie noch nie zuvor verspürt hatte.  Genau wie ich verabredeten sie sich nicht, schworen nicht, tranken nicht und die ganze lange Liste üblicher Übel.  Es war so ein großartiges Gefühl, andere zu Treffen, die mit einem in solchen Themen so sehr übereinstimmten.  Ich war überrascht, dass es andere Menschen auf diesem Planeten gab, die mir ähnlich waren.  Ich hatte keine Vorstellung davon gehabt, dass so ein Geschöpf existiert.  <\/span><\/p>\r\n

Da dies das zweite Mal war, dass Muslime meine Aufmerksamkeit erregten, beschloss ich, dass ich den Islam zumindest erforschen wollte, daher rief ich bei einer Moschee an und ging dorthin, um eine Richtung zu erhalten.  Mit wurde ein Qur´an-Exemplar gegeben und so begann ich zu lesen.  Langsam begann sich mein Fokus vom Christentum zum Islam zu verschieben.  Zuerst hörte ich damit auf, in meinen Sonntagsschulstunden zu lehren, dass \"Christ der Erlöser\" ist und entschied mich für Moral-Lektionen jede Woche.    allerdings war ich schon bald nicht mehr in der Lage, die Kinder anzuschauen, wenn ich unterrichtete, denn ich fühlte mich ihnen und ihren Eltern gegenüber, die von mir erwarteten, ein vorbildlicher Christ zu sein, wie ein Heuchler.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Als nächstes fühlte ich während meiner Gebete, dass Gott mich dazu leitete, damit aufzuhören, an der Sonntagsschule zu unterrichten und am Sonntag zu verschiedenen Kirchen zu gehen und das Kirchenwachstum zu studieren.  Wenn sich zum Beispiel zwei Kirchen in derselben Straße befinden, warum hat dann die eine 50 und die andere 5000 Mitglieder?  Dies alles ergab für mich keinen Sinn, aber ich fühlte mich von Gott dazu angetrieben, dies zu tun und ich hatte gelernt, dass wenn du sicher bist, dass Gott dich in eine bestimmte Richtung führt, und du bist sicher, dass es Gott ist und nicht dein eigener Instinkt oder Verlangen, dann solltest du es lieber tun, wenn du das beste in diesem Leben willst.  Ich hatte Seine Führung in der Vergangenheit ignoriert und habe viele Male versagt. (Noch weitere lustigen Geschichten folgen ein anderes Mal).<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Ich sprach mit keinem über den Islam, den ich fühlte mich, als würde ich meine ganze Christliche Familie und alle meine Freunde betrügen, und ich sprach n och nicht einmal mit meinen muslimischen Freundinnen darüber, den ich wollte in meiner Entscheidung keinen Druck haben.  Langsam, ohne es zu merken, fing ich an, meinen Glauben vom Christentum zum Islam umzuwandeln.  Es war keine schnelle oder einfache Umwandlung, denn meine gesamte Lebensgrundlage basierte auf dem Christentum, und dennoch wandelte es sich. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

Eines Tages fragte mich eine muslimische Freundin in der Schule, was ich gern tue, wenn keine Schule ist.  Ich hatte ihr erzählt, dass ich am liebsten das Lehren an der Sonntagsschule mochte, und ich erzählte ihr, dass ich es nicht mehr tat.  Sie fragte mich, wenn es meine Lieblingsbeschäftigung sei, warum täte ich es dann nicht?  An diesem Punkt wurde mir klar, dass sich etwas verändert hatte, ohne dass ich davon etwas bemerkt hätte.  Ich wusste, ich würde nie zu der Sonntagsschule zurückkehren, denn ich war kein Christ mehr, sondern anstatt dessen – vielleicht – Muslim.  Meine Überzeugungen waren nun fest islamisch.  Es war eines der schwersten Dinge, die ich jemals zugeben musste, ich vermute, ich hoffte irgendwie, dass ich schließlich wieder zum Christentum zurückkehren würde, so dass mein Leben leichter werden würde, doch so kam es nicht.     Daher erklärte ich ihr langsam, dass ich nicht mehr ans Christentum glaubte, erstaunt und traurig über diese Erkenntnis.  Diese Worte waren sehr schwer auszusprechen.  Sie fragte mich warum, da erklärte ich ihr, dass ich den Qur´an gelesen habe und glaube, was darin steht, im Gegensatz zu dem, was in der Bibel steht.  Sie fragte: „Bist du also Muslim?\"  Ich sagte: \"Ich weiß eigentlich gar nicht genau, was einen als Muslim definiert.\"  Sie stellte mir eine Reihe von Fragen über meinen Glauben, und dann sagte sie mir, dass ich ein Muslim sei und dass nur konvertieren  bräuchte.  Ich fragte sie, wie eine Person konvertiert, da sagte sie, du brauchst mir nur diese Worte nachsprechen, und das tat ich.  Da erlebte ich den Tod meines Christentums und die Geburt meines Islam innerhalb weniger Minuten.  Unnötig zu erwähnen, dass dieser Augenblick für ewig in meinem Gehirn eingraviert ist.  InschaAllah [so Gott will].<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Ich war so aufgeregt, aber ich musste positive bleiben, dass das was ich dachte, tatsächlich geschehen war.  Ich wollte keine Wischi-waschi Entscheidung über diese Konvertierung treffen, d.h. einen Tag Muslim sein und Christ am nächsten, dann wieder Muslim am Tag danach und wieder zurück zum Christentum, daher machte ich mit vier Imamen Termine, um herauszufinden, was es bedeutet, Muslim zu sein, um schließlich zu derselben Erkenntnis zu gelangen, dass ich Muslim bin.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Im folgenden Monat war ich von dem Gefühl überwältigt, dass ich zuhause bin.  Ich fühlte, dass das, wonach ich mein Leben lang gesucht hatte, gefunden hatte, und zum ersten Mal war ich zuhause, dort, wo ich hin gehörte.  Oft fühle ich mich so, als wäre ich immer ein Muslim gewesen, doch Gott hatte beschlossen, dass ich Seinem Interesse am meisten diente, wenn ich in eine christliche Umgebung hinein geboren werde, denn es brachte mich in die Lage, Ihm von einem ganz anderen Winkel aus zu dienen als jemand, der als Muslim geboren und erzogen wurde.  Es gibt viele Dinge, die ich von meinen muslimischen Brüdern und Schwestern lernen muss, doch gibt es auch viele Gebiete, in denen Muslime von denen, die als Christen erzogen wurden, lernen können.  InschaAllah, ich hoffe, dass ich den Tag an dem ich konvertiert bin, nie vergessen werde, denn als ich dies tat, sah die Welt plötzlich anders aus, als hätten alle Dinge plötzlich eine andere Farbe.  Ich weiß, das klingt dumm, aber es ist die einzige Art, wie ich die Veränderung, die ich erfuhr, beschreiben kann.  Die Dinge sahen anders aus, dufteten anders, klangen anders usw.  Ich kann es Wirklich nicht mit Worten beschreiben.  <\/span><\/p>\r\n

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Zainab, Ex-Cristã, EUA<\/span><\/h1>\r\n

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

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Essa é uma longa e detalhada descrição dos tópicos em que sou mais questionada: minha vida espiritual, conversão, a resposta da família à minha conversão e meus planos futuros no Islã.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

\"Não, um rapaz não me converteu.\"<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Minha Vida Espiritual:<\/span><\/h2>\r\n

Fui cativada por Deus desde jovem.   Como muitas crianças, olhava para as nuvens ou estrelas e imaginava quem, o que, onde, por que e como era Deus.  Ao tentar verificar Sua presença, estabelecia experimentos para encontrar prova.  Por exemplo, colocar um copo na mesa e pedir a Deus para movê-lo, para provar Sua existência.  Sem resultados, variava o objeto, hora e tentava não olhar (talvez Deus não quisesse que O visse movê-lo?)  Outra vez testei métodos diferentes de oração para ver quais \"funcionavam\". Entre muitas outras coisas, tentei orar sobre meu rosto, meus joelhos, de pé, tendo uma boa postura, esticando meus dedos, implorando-O, oferecendo um sacrifício, ou seja, \"Deus, se me ajudar a conseguir uma bicicleta, nunca mais comerei sorvete.\" Depois de um tempo, percebi que se Deus fizesse o que pedia a Ele para Se provar a mim ou se houvesse um método de oração que garantisse meu resultado desejado, então eu teria sido Deus, não Ele.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Fui educada como cristã e, à medida que crescia, ia a denominações diferentes e perguntava aos ministros como sabiam, com certeza, que Deus existia.  Pensava que essa deveria ser a pergunta que mais ouviam, mas ela quase nunca lhes é feita e, surpreendentemente, a maioria parece não gostar que lhe façam essa pergunta.  Por fim, encontrei um pastor que não temia essa pergunta e que, de fato, a amava e apreciava a honestidade genuína de uma alma em busca.  Era um intelectual - Rice University - Suma Cum Laude, mas o mais importante, era um indivíduo altamente espiritual.  Respondeu a cada pergunta que fiz e introduziu-me a muitas teorias e princípios espirituais. Ajudou-me a transformar minha vida de orações, de comportamento infantil em que pedia tudo a Deus como se minhas orações fossem presentes de uma lista de desejos, em uma oração meditativa mais madura e em uma seguidora que ouve a orientação de Deus e segue Sua direção.  Minha vida foi abençoada por tê-lo conhecido e a sua esposa.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Comecei a ensinar crianças na escola dominical com dezesseis anos.  Amo ensinar crianças sobre Deus mais do que qualquer outra atividade no mundo e acredito que através de Deus, esse seja meu melhor talento.  Tenho muitas histórias engraçadas sobre minhas experiências no ensino. Entretanto, se entrar nisso agora essa página, que já é muito longa, ficará ainda mais longa.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Um ano depois, pediram-me que começasse o treinamento de liderança cristã.  Foi uma experiência valiosa, porque além de aprender princípios espirituais adicionais valiosos, aprendi que pastores são ensinados em termos de forças e fraquezas do argumento para o Cristianismo.  Isso me deu uma fundamentação forte e única para argumentar sobre o Islã em relação ao Cristianismo.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

No ano seguinte, pediram-me para servir na equipe dos ministérios de cura, ajudando aqueles que passavam por dificuldades físicas, espirituais ou emocionais.  Senti-me uma felizarda em servir nesse setor porque estava cercada pelas melhores pessoas, na melhor igreja que já tinha frequentado.  Era muito mais jovem e tinha muito menos experiência que o restante do grupo e completamente fora do meu nível.  Ainda assim fiquei, porque possuíam um conhecimento que desejava.  Sempre quis saber \"o que dizer\" e \"o que não dizer\" àqueles em circunstâncias desesperadas.  Decidi que a menos que o resto da equipe descobrisse o que estava em minha cabeça, não diria.  Mais uma vez, senti que minha vida tinha sido abençoada imerecidamente por estar próxima e aprender com aqueles que mais admirava.  Às vezes, entretanto, uma vez que não estava nem perto de seu nível avançado, olhava ao redor no quarto e começava a pensar na música de \"Vila Sésamo\":<\/span><\/p>\r\n

\"Uma dessas coisas não é como as outras.  Uma dessas coisas está fora do lugar.\"<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Também tenho muitas histórias engraçadas e interessantes do trabalho com essa equipe de cura, mas ficaria muito longo.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Em algum momento comecei a avaliar meus companheiros de equipe - as pessoas que pensava serem a elite mais sábia e espiritual.   Embora fossem superiores a mim em todas as formas, pensava comigo mesma que não estavam onde gostaria de estar quando chegasse à idade deles.  Percebi uma distância de Deus no Cristianismo.   Discuti isso com meu pastor, afirmando que queria desenvolver minha relação com Deus.  Sugeriu que eu tentasse orar mais frequentemente durante o dia, mencionando que os muçulmanos oram cinco vezes ao dia, o que supostamente ajuda nessa questão.  Claro que ele não estava tentando despertar meu interesse no Islã.  Ainda assim o fez.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Tinha outras dificuldades com o Cristianismo.  O conceito de que o paraíso só podia ser obtido através de ter Jesus como Salvador com as boas e más ações sem relevância no esquema das coisas, era uma ideia que sempre desafiou o bom senso, para mim.  Teoricamente, no Cristianismo, uma pessoa que peca todo dia, a cada dia de sua vida, irá para o paraíso se aceitar Jesus como seu salvador, um segundo antes de morrer.  O homem que faz o bem todos os dias de sua vida e não aceita Jesus como seu salvador durante sua vida, está sentenciado ao inferno eterno.  Que sentido isso faz?  Existem muitos problemas adicionais com o Cristianismo, mas não entrarei neles nesse ponto.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

 (parte 2 de 2)<\/span><\/h1>\r\n

Também estava envolvida em ministérios de estudantes cristãos.  Sempre preferi ter amigos cristãos a não cristãos, porque pensávamos de forma mais parecida.  E, embora tivesse muitas amigas cristãs ótimas, também sentia falta de proximidade com elas por causa de uma diferença de opinião sobre o que constituía viver conforme as leis de Deus, com relação a namoro, álcool, ir a clubes, etc.  Constantemente perguntavam se havia alguma coisa errada comigo e ironizavam quando recusava convites para clubes, bebida, etc.  Isso me fazia sentir terrível por dentro.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Um dia encontrei várias irmãs muçulmanas e senti uma afinidade instantânea, como nunca tinha sentido antes.  Como eu, não namoravam, xingavam, bebiam e a longa lista de outros vícios comuns.  Era um sentimento muito bom encontrar pessoas com quem estivesse tão de acordo sobre tantos assuntos.  Fiquei surpresa em saber que havia outra pessoa no planeta tão semelhante a mim.  Não tinha ideia de que tal criatura existisse.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Já que era a segunda vez que os muçulmanos tinham despertado minha atenção, decidi que devia ao menos investigar o Islã. Então, liguei para uma mesquita e fui até ela para receber orientação.  Recebi uma cópia de Alcorão e comecei a lê-la.  Lentamente meu foco começou a mudar do Cristianismo para o Islã.  Primeiro parei de ensinar a parte do \"Cristo como Salvador\" nas lições de minha escola dominical e optei por lições de moralidade a cada semana.  Entretanto, logo me tornei incapaz de olhar as crianças nos olhos quando as ensinava, porque senti que era uma hipócrita para elas e seus pais, que esperavam que fosse um modelo cristão.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Em seguida, durante minha oração, senti que Deus me guiava para parar de ensinar na escola dominical e ir a igrejas diferentes aos domingos estudar o crescimento da igreja.  Por exemplo, quando duas igrejas estão localizadas na mesma rua, por que uma tem 50 membros e a outra tem 5.000?  Na época não fazia sentido para mim, mas senti-me fortemente impelida a fazer isso. Tinha aprendido que se tivesse certeza de que Deus estava guiando em certa direção e convicção de que era Deus e não o próprio instinto ou desejo, então era melhor fazê-lo se quisesse a vida melhor.  Tinha ignorado Sua orientação no passado e fracassei muitas vezes. (Mais histórias engraçadas para outra ocasião)<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Não discuti o Islã com ninguém, porque sentia que estava traindo toda a minha família e amigos cristãos. Não discuti nem com minhas amigas muçulmanas, porque não queria que minha decisão sofresse qualquer pressão.  Lentamente, sem perceber, comecei a mudar minhas crenças do Cristianismo  para o Islã.  Não foi uma transformação rápida ou fácil, porque toda a base de minha vida era cristã, mas ainda assim, transformou-se.<\/span><\/h1>\r\n

Um dia, uma amiga muçulmana na escola perguntou-me o que gostava de fazer quando não estava na escola.  Disse a ela que minha atividade favorita era ensinar na escola dominical.  Ela me perguntou onde eu ensinava e disse-lhe que não estava ensinando em lugar nenhum.  Ela perguntou por que, se era a minha atividade favorita.  Nesse ponto percebi que havia mudado, sem mesmo perceber que tinha acontecido.  Sabia que nunca voltaria a ensinar na escola dominical, porque não era mais cristã, mas, ao invés disso, talvez, possivelmente, muçulmana.  Minhas crenças eram agora solidamente islâmicas.  Foi uma das coisas mais difíceis que tive que admitir. Acho que, de certa forma, esperava no fim retornar ao Cristianismo, para que minha vida fosse mais fácil, mas não.  Lentamente respondi a ela que não acreditava mais no Cristianismo, perplexa e triste com essa constatação.  Foi muito difícil proferir aquelas palavras.  Ela perguntou por que e expliquei que tinha lido o Alcorão e acreditava em seu conteúdo, em oposição ao que continha a Bíblia.  Ela perguntou: \"Então, você é muçulmana?\". Disse \"Não sei o que define alguém como muçulmano.\" Ela me fez uma série de perguntas sobre minhas crenças e então me disse que eu era muçulmana e que só precisava me converter.  Perguntei como a pessoa se converte e ela disse que só precisava repetir as palavras que diria e assim fiz.  Então, experimentei a morte do meu Cristianismo e o nascimento do meu Islã em poucos minutos.  Desnecessário dizer, esse momento está gravado em meu cérebro permanentemente, InshaAllah [Se Deus quiser].<\/span><\/h1>\r\n

Estava tão excitada, mas tinha que ser positiva, que aquilo que tinha pensado de fato acontecera.  Não queria uma decisão vacilante em relação a essa conversão, ou seja, muçulmana um dia e cristã no outro, muçulmana no dia seguinte e de volta ao Cristianismo novamente. Então marquei encontros com quatro imames para descobrir exatamente o que significava ser muçulmana, constatando que era muçulmana.<\/span><\/h1>\r\n

No mês seguinte estava feliz com a sensação de estar em casa.  Sentia que o que havia procurado toda a minha vida tinha sido encontrado e, pela primeira vez, estava na casa a qual pertencia.  Sentia que sempre fui muçulmana, mas Deus decidiu que serviria melhor aos Seus interesses nascendo em um ambiente cristão, porque isso me colocou em uma posição para servi-Lo de um ângulo muito diferente do muçulmano que nasceu na religião.  Aprendi muitas coisas com meus irmãos e irmãs muçulmanos, mas existem muitas áreas nas quais os muçulmanos podem aprender com aqueles que foram educados como cristãos.  InshaAllah, espero nunca esquecer o dia em que me converti, porque assim que o fiz o mundo repentinamente pareceu diferente, como se tudo de repente ficasse colorido.   Sei que soa muito tolo, mas é a única forma com a qual consigo descrever a mudança que experimentei.  As coisas pareceram diferentes, cheiravam diferentes, soavam diferentes, etc.  Realmente não consigo colocar em palavras.<\/span><\/h1>\r\n

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