{"title":"Maria","author":{"id":2435,"name":"Maria","slug":"maria","image":"\/uploads\/users\/non-profile.jpg","role":"Author","about":"","promote":0,"status":1,"created_at":"2014-09-02T08:00:00.000000Z","updated_at":"2014-09-02T08:00:00.000000Z","language_id":1,"parent_id":null,"i18ns":[],"image_asset":"http:\/\/www.islamland.com\/uploads\/users\/non-profile.jpg","get_name":"Maria"},"books":{"current_page":1,"data":[],"first_page_url":"http:\/\/www.islamland.com\/wol\/api\/authors\/2435?books_page=1","from":null,"last_page":1,"last_page_url":"http:\/\/www.islamland.com\/wol\/api\/authors\/2435?books_page=1","links":[{"url":null,"label":"« Previous","page":null,"active":false},{"url":"http:\/\/www.islamland.com\/wol\/api\/authors\/2435?books_page=1","label":"1","page":1,"active":true},{"url":null,"label":"Next »","page":null,"active":false}],"next_page_url":null,"path":"http:\/\/www.islamland.com\/wol\/api\/authors\/2435","per_page":25,"prev_page_url":null,"to":null,"total":0},"videos":{"current_page":1,"data":[],"first_page_url":"http:\/\/www.islamland.com\/wol\/api\/authors\/2435?videos_page=1","from":null,"last_page":1,"last_page_url":"http:\/\/www.islamland.com\/wol\/api\/authors\/2435?videos_page=1","links":[{"url":null,"label":"« Previous","page":null,"active":false},{"url":"http:\/\/www.islamland.com\/wol\/api\/authors\/2435?videos_page=1","label":"1","page":1,"active":true},{"url":null,"label":"Next »","page":null,"active":false}],"next_page_url":null,"path":"http:\/\/www.islamland.com\/wol\/api\/authors\/2435","per_page":25,"prev_page_url":null,"to":null,"total":0},"audios":{"current_page":1,"data":[],"first_page_url":"http:\/\/www.islamland.com\/wol\/api\/authors\/2435?audios_page=1","from":null,"last_page":1,"last_page_url":"http:\/\/www.islamland.com\/wol\/api\/authors\/2435?audios_page=1","links":[{"url":null,"label":"« Previous","page":null,"active":false},{"url":"http:\/\/www.islamland.com\/wol\/api\/authors\/2435?audios_page=1","label":"1","page":1,"active":true},{"url":null,"label":"Next »","page":null,"active":false}],"next_page_url":null,"path":"http:\/\/www.islamland.com\/wol\/api\/authors\/2435","per_page":25,"prev_page_url":null,"to":null,"total":0},"articles":{"current_page":1,"data":[{"id":1769,"title":"Maria, Ex-Catholic, USA","slug":"maria-ex-catholic-usa","word":"\/uploads\/articles\/5405faa9-38d8-4483-b763-02cfb8adb1fd-Maria, Ex-Catholic, USA.docx","pdf":"\/uploads\/articles\/5405faa9-b2c0-48ee-a337-02cfb8adb1fd-Maria, Ex-Catholic, USA.pdf","mime_type":null,"type":"node","path":"\/nodes\/view\/type:article\/slug:maria-ex-catholic-usa","hint":"","body":"

Maria, Ex-Catholic, USA<\/span><\/h1>\r\n

(part 1 of 2): Early Life Setup<\/span><\/h1>\r\n

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My name is Maryam al-Mahdayah - I was not born with this name, but chose it when I converted to Islam (in 1992).  My Christian birth name is Maria (Mary in English, Maryam in Arabic).  I would like to share with you my personal story of converting to Islam, with the hope that this story might bring with it a better understanding of Islam.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

My story is organized into different life-periods:<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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  • Growing up Christian (early years)<\/span><\/li>\r\n
  • Turning away (teen years)<\/span><\/li>\r\n
  • Searching for Truth (the twenties)<\/span><\/li>\r\n
  • The Opening (the thirties)<\/span><\/li>\r\n
  • Coming Home (the forties and forever)<\/span><\/li>\r\n<\/ul>\r\n

    Growing Up Christian -- Early Years<\/span><\/h2>\r\n

    I was raised in the Catholic tradition.  I went to Catholic elementary school, learned my Catholicism, received my First Communion, received my Catholic name (after a saint), went to confession, all the important steps to growing up Catholic.  I tried my best to be good, and I was (I was too afraid of some terrible retribution from God if I wasn’t) and throughout these years I developed a substantial feeling of guilt (for what, I wasn’t sure, but I knew I was guilty of something).  The nuns who taught me seemed harsh, and I couldn’t understand why these ‘brides of Christ’ were so tense and angry.  In the summers I would travel south to visit my mother’s family - my grandfather was at one time a Baptist minister, and my mother was raised in the Baptist tradition.  (Because my father was Catholic she had to convert to Catholicism in order to marry him).  So, when I went south, I went to church and Bible school, and sang Christian songs around the antique organ - my aunt would play, and my cousin and I would sing with great feeling.  These were good times, and this part of my Christian upbringing was more enjoyable and comfortable.  And so the years passed.  I spent the school year at home, and summers in the south.  My religious life was much of a double life.  Looking back, it seems that the only thing the Catholic and Baptist traditions had in common was a foundation in Jesus (peace be upon him).  Beyond that, they were two different worlds for me.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

    Turning Away -- Teen Years<\/span><\/h2>\r\n

    I didn’t have an easy childhood, and the family problems grew in severity to the point where one day, I came to the conclusion that there is no God (or, at the very least, if there was a God, He wasn’t there for me).  I remember that day, laying in my bed at night, waking up to that reality.  I suddenly felt a great vacuum within myself, but, I told myself, if that’s reality, then I have to accept it.  At my level of understanding, that was my reality.  As my teen years progressed, I started searching.  By this time, I was no longer required to go to church (in our family religious practice was non-existent by then), so I decided to seek the truth myself.  I remember reading about Jesus (peace be upon him).  I had a very strong feeling about him, and even felt connected to him in some way.  But I could never accept his manner of death (how could someone so special and close to God die like that???).  That seemed a tragedy beyond description.  And so I developed my own opinion and belief that Jesus was in fact a real person, did in fact live on this earth, was in fact a very special person with a very special mission, but beyond that, I didn’t know.  Eventually I gave up on the idea of Christianity entirely, because too many things didn’t make sense.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

    Searching for Truth -- Twenties<\/span><\/h2>\r\n

    As I entered my twenties, I felt a tremendous need to find the truth, to still the restlessness in my heart and soul.  I was introduced to Buddhism, and since it seemed to come close to what I was looking for (at least there was a clear logic to it), I joined.  In many ways it did help me feel better, but to me it seemed to be missing something (what, I didn’t know at that time).  Over the years, I drifted away from Buddhism as well.  It was becoming more of a burden than a comfort in my life.  During this time I traveled to Egypt for business, where I met my husband, who was raised in the Muslim tradition.  Still involved in Buddhism, I tried to convert him.  He patiently listened, and I believed I was succeeding, but I know now that he would never have converted.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

    The Opening -- Thirties<\/span><\/h2>\r\n

    So I continued, became more uncomfortable with Buddhist practice, went back to Egypt to get married, came back to the USA alone and eventually returned to Egypt to live with my husband.  We were there together for a year, a wondrous, healing and unforgettable year.  By now I was in my early thirties.  I had just arrived in Egypt to really start married life, stressed out to my limit, feeling very much that I had arrived with my last breath.  I had been separated from my husband for over a year (my job kept me in the USA, other concerns kept him in Egypt).  We kept in touch all during this time, but it was so difficult and stressful that I lost a great deal of weight.  I was described as looking anorexic.  I wasn’t aware of this until one day I happened to see myself in the rearview mirror of a taxi.  I saw my neck, with bones extending.  At first I didn’t realize that was me - when I did, it was quite a shock.  I looked at myself with new eyes - my hands were bony - I was beginning to look like a living skeleton.  During this time my husband was talking to me - quietly, patiently - explaining not about Islam, but about believing in God.  He told me that it didn’t matter which religion I chose to practice, as long as I believed in God.  I argued with him over and over that there was no God (and Buddhism supported this belief) and over and over he explained that there Is a God and gave me details of the signs of God, the qualities of God.  He explained how God is very much with me (by His knowledge, hearing, seeing and other attributes), and talked to me about God from the perspective of Islam, emphasizing throughout that I did not have to be Muslim - just believe in God.  Being a stubborn person, I still resisted outwardly, but inwardly, a small window of hope began to open....<\/span><\/p>\r\n

    My husband asked a friend to bring me some books about Islam.  I was surprised he would do so, because I was still “not interested in hearing about God” - sometimes emphatically so.  So he left me with the books: an English translation of the Quran and a book about all facets of Islam.  My interest was slightly piqued, but I dismissed it.  I put the books aside, and later went to bed.  That night, I had a dream.  In this dream, I was somewhere, surrounded by glorious white light.  In the background, I heard beautiful music that sounded like Quranic reading.  Behind me was a golden, spiraling staircase.  All these images were suspended in this wondrous white light.  This light was brighter that anything I had seen in waking life, but the brightness didn’t hurt my eyes.  It was pure, heavenly whiteness.  Then I looked down, and became aware that I was covered all in white, in the Muslim fashion; beautiful white flowing dress and head covering.  All the while, I kept feeling a tremendous joy pouring out from inside me, and I was filled with this same white light from within.  In front of me to my left was a child, about 5 or 6 years old, facing forward so I could not see the face.  I didn’t know if it was a boy or girl, but I knew this was my child.  (At the time, I was physically unable to have children).  This dream had a profound impact on me.  Although it was 7 years ago, I can still remember it vividly in detail.  When I awoke, I related this dream.  Not knowing its significance, I told my husband about it because it was so vivid in my mind and didn’t make sense to me.  I had never had this kind of dream before.  When I finished telling it, my husband said, “This is the kind of dream every Muslim wishes to have”.  But why me?  I didn’t believe in God, denied His existence (passionately at times), and had no interest in Islam or becoming Muslim.  He explained that God was informing me something in this dream and I was very lucky.  That surprised me.  (Interestingly, this dream did not have a dreamlike quality, but in fact gave me the feeling that I was looking at things to come.) After this dream, I decided to open the books about Islam, and find out more about this religion.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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

    Coming Home -- Forties and Forever<\/span><\/h2>\r\n

    I read about the principles of Islam.  They made sense to me, with no contradiction.  The descriptions of the Islamic way of life, the roles of men and women in society as complimentary rather than competitive were so logical.  After reading this I understood that what I felt instinctively about myself as a woman was, in fact, true to my real nature.  Rather than feeling demeaned, I felt uplifted, not only as a woman, but as a member of the human race.  I started to feel my true self, for the first time in my life.  I began to have the sense that I was coming home.  I read the Quran.  Although not in the Arabic original, I found that just reading the verses in English filled me with a tremendous sense of peace and quiet, in a most gentle way.  The verses themselves answered many questions I had throughout my life, but could never get a clear answer to.  Reading the Quran, I began to realize that this book must be the work and the word of God, because of its impeccable logic and its effect on me.  I learned that this is one of the qualities of the Quran, a certain “barakah” or grace that has a very calming effect on the human soul.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

    Shortly afterward, I had surgery with the hope that I may be able to have a child.  The surgery went well, but my chances for having a child were still slim to none.  By this time I was reading the Quran regularly and trying to learn more about Islam.  I asked questions constantly and immersed myself in the atomosphere of Islam - I loved hearing the daily prayer calls on every street and one day asked my husband to take me to Al-Azhar, world-renowned center for Islamic learning, to visit the mosque.  I had seen this mosque on TV and felt curiously drawn to it.  So one day we went.  It was quiet; I walked around, read the Quran, sat quietly for a while.  It was a nice peaceful time, and we left.  About halfway down the street, I stopped and looked down - I wanted to make sure my feet were touching the ground, because I couldn’t feel the sidewalk underneath my footsteps.  I truly felt I was walking on air....this is the effect of Islam on me - the feeling of lightness was translated literally.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

    I had so many unusual experiences during this time, many just momentary things, that I truly began to believe in my heart that God was, indeed, with me and close to me.  The best of all in the human sense was that the following year we had a beautiful daughter - truly a gift from God.  Even the doctor who had performed the surgery was amazed.  This was the first time ever for her to do this kind of surgery, and she had no way of predicting the outcome, except that the chances were small.  (God was with me even then).<\/span><\/p>\r\n

    We moved to the USA and our daughter was born in the autumn, 4 months after our arrival.  The following year we went back to Egypt so my husband’s family could meet this wonderful addition to our family.  Before we left, I decided it was time to officially become Muslim - God had shown me so many signs, that I knew this was the clear path for me.  And so, back in Egypt, I went to Al-Azhar to declare, “There is no God but God, and Muhammad is his Messenger.”  Now I’m in my forties and looking back through my life, particularly the last 10 years, I see the hand of God in all the hundreds of incidents and events along the way.  As one always searching for the Truth, whether good or bad, I have found, through personal experience, that God is THE ONE REALITY.  We need only to open our eyes, ears and hearts to recognize the Truth:<\/span><\/p>\r\n

    “We shall show them Our signs in the horizons and in themselves, till it is clear to them that it is the truth.  Suffices it not as to thy Lord, that He is witness over everything?  Are they not in doubt touching the encounter with their Lord?  Does He not encompass everything?” (Quran 41:53-54)<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\r\n

    Discovering Islam has been like discovering treasure - a treasure of unlimited value.  Because of Islam I have found myself.  Through concrete experience I have found that God does exist; that He is kind, loving, merciful and ever-watchful over me.  I have found clarity, meaning and clear direction in my life.  God has given me so much, including a family beyond my dreams, a family that resonates perfectly with the deepest desires of my heart and soul, as only He can provide in the most perfect way.  I have peace of mind and spirit only when I drink deeply of Islam and the Quran, a wondrous healing drink that only God can provide in the most perfect way.  The greatest gift from God to me is that He has touched my soul and let me feel His gentleness, loving kindness and mercy.  By the grace of God, I am becoming al-mahdayah, the rightly guided one.  In order to become the best, the most productive and most compassionate human beings we can be, God has sent us His final message to mankind in the most perfect way - the way of Islam, the way of peace.  My personal experience with Christianity left me feeling empty for so long that I could not acknowledge its value.  However, Islam teaches us that Judaism, Christianity and Islam all come from God, each with a message sent from God, and therefore all are worthy of respect.  Although born into Christianity, Islam is the true path of my soul.  Because I am now firmly grounded in my relationship to God, I find that I can appreciate other traditions as well, from the perspective of Islam.  There is no more conflict within, because I have come home.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

    “In the Name of God, the Merciful, the Compassionate 
    Praise belongs to God, the Lord of all Being, 
    the All-Merciful, the All-compassionate, 
    the Master of the Day of Doom. 
    Thee only we serve; to Thee alone we pray for help 
    Guide us in the straight path, 
    the path of those whom Thou hast blessed, 
    not of those against whom Thou art wrathful, nor of those who go astray.” (Quran 1:1-7)<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\r\n

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    María, excatólica, Estados Unidos<\/span><\/h1>\r\n

     \"\"<\/span><\/p>\r\n

    <\/h1>\r\n

    (parte 1 de 2): Los primeros años<\/span><\/h1>\r\n

     <\/p>\r\n

    Mi nombre es Mariam Al Mahdaiah. No nací con este nombre, pero lo elegí cuando me convertí al Islam (en 1992). Mi nombre cristiano de nacimiento es María (Mary en inglés, Mariam en árabe). Quiero compartir la historia de cómo me convertí al Islam, con la esperanza de que esta historia pueda llevar consigo una mejor comprensión del Islam.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

    Mi historia está organizada según los diferentes períodos de mi vida:<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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    • Creciendo como cristiana (los primeros años)<\/span><\/li>\r\n
    • Volteando la espalda (la adolescencia)<\/span><\/li>\r\n
    • Buscando la verdad (los veinte)<\/span><\/li>\r\n
    • La apertura (los treinta)<\/span><\/li>\r\n
    • Volviendo a casa (los cuarenta y para siempre)<\/span><\/li>\r\n<\/ul>\r\n

      Creciendo como cristiana —los primeros años<\/span><\/h2>\r\n

      Fui criada en la tradición católica. Fui a la escuela primaria católica, aprendí mi catecismo, recibí mi Primera Comunión, recibí mi nombre católico (en honor a una santa), fui a confesarme; es decir, hice todos los pasos importantes para crecer católica. Hice mi mayor esfuerzo por ser buena, y lo fui (tenía mucho miedo de alguna retribución terrible de parte de Dios si no lo era), y a lo largo de esos años desarrollé un sentimiento importante de culpa (no estaba segura de qué, pero sabía que era culpable de algo). Las monjas que me enseñaban parecían duras, y no podía entender por qué estas “novias de Cristo” estaban tan tensas y enfadadas. En los veranos, viajaba al sur a visitar a la familia de mi madre; mi abuelo había sido ministro bautista, y mi madre había sido criada en la tradición bautista, pero se había convertido al catolicismo para casarse con mi padre que era católico. Así que cuando iba al sur, asistía a la iglesia y a la escuela bíblica, y cantaba canciones cristianas alrededor del viejo órgano (mi tía tocaba, y mi primo y yo cantábamos con mucho sentimiento). Fueron buenos tiempos, y esta parte de mi educación cristiana fue más agradable y cómoda. Así pasaron los años. Pasaba el año escolar en casa y los veranos en el sur. Mi vida religiosa era más una doble vida. Mirando en retrospectiva, parece que la única cosa que las tradiciones católica y bautista tienen en común es una base en Jesús (la paz sea con él). Más allá de eso, eran dos mundos distintos para mí.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

      Volteando la espalda —la adolescencia<\/span><\/h2>\r\n

      No tuve una infancia fácil, y los problemas familiares crecieron en gravedad al punto en que un día llegué a la conclusión de que no hay Dios (o que, al menos, si hubiera un Dios, Él no se preocupaba por mí). Recuerdo ese día, acostada en mi cama, despierta ante esa realidad. De repente, sentí un gran vacío en mi ser, pero me dije a mí misma: si esa es la realidad, debo aceptarla. En mi nivel de entendimiento, esa era mi realidad. A medida que avanzaba mi adolescencia, comencé a buscar. Para ese momento, ya no se me pedía ir a la iglesia (la práctica religiosa en mi familia ya no existía entonces), así que decidí buscar la verdad por mi propia cuenta. Me recuerdo leyendo sobre Jesús (la paz sea con él). Tenía un sentimiento fuerte sobre él, e incluso me sentía conectada a él en alguna forma. Pero nunca pude aceptar la forma en que murió (¿cómo podría alguien tan especial y cercano a Dios morir así?). Eso me parecía una tragedia indescriptible. De modo que desarrollé mi propia opinión y creencia de que Jesús fue de hecho una persona real, que vivió en esta Tierra, y que en verdad fue una persona muy especial con una misión muy especial, pero más allá de eso, no sabía más. Eventualmente, desistí de la idea del cristianismo por completo, debido a que demasiadas cosas no tenían sentido.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

      Buscando la verdad —los veinte<\/span><\/h2>\r\n

      Cuando entré en mis veinte, sentí una necesidad tremenda de encontrar la verdad, para calmar la agitación de mi corazón y mi alma. Me presentaron el budismo, y ya que parecía estar cerca de lo que buscaba (al menos había una lógica clara en ello), me uní. En muchas formas esto me ayudó a sentirme mejor, pero me parecía que faltaba algo (en esa época no sabía qué). Con los años, me alejé del budismo también. Se estaba convirtiendo más en una carga que en una comodidad en mi vida. En aquel tiempo hice un viaje de negocios a Egipto, donde conocí a mi esposo, quien había sido criado en la tradición musulmana. Estando aún envuelta en el budismo, traté de convertirlo a él. Él me escuchaba pacientemente, y creí que estaba teniendo éxito, pero ahora sé que él jamás se habría convertido.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

      La apertura —los treinta<\/span><\/h2>\r\n

      Así que continué, estaba cada vez más incómoda con la práctica del budismo, viajé de nuevo a Egipto para casarme, regresé sola a los Estados Unidos, y eventualmente regresé a Egipto a vivir con mi esposo. Estuvimos juntos allí un año, un año maravilloso, curativo e inolvidable. Para entonces estaba empezando mis treinta. Acababa de llegar a Egipto para comenzar verdaderamente mi vida de casada, estresada al límite, sintiendo que había llegado con mi último aliento. Estuve separada de mi esposo durante un año (mi trabajo me retuvo en los estados Unidos, otros asuntos lo mantuvieron a él en Egipto). Durante este tiempo nos mantuvimos en contacto, pero fue algo tan difícil y tenso que perdí mucho peso. Parecía anoréxica, pero no fui consciente de ello hasta el día en que me vi por el espejo retrovisor de un taxi y vi mi cuello huesudo. Al principio no me di cuenta de que era yo; y cuando lo hice, me impactó. Me vi con nuevos ojos –mis manos también estaban huesudas–, comenzaba a verme como un esqueleto viviente. Durante ese tiempo mi esposo estuvo hablándome con mucha calma y paciencia, explicándome no el Islam, sino sobre la creencia en Dios. Me dijo que no importaba qué religión decidiera practicar, siempre y cuando creyera en Dios. Discutí con él una y otra vez que no hay Dios (y el budismo apoya esta creencia), y una y otra vez él me explicó que sí existe Dios, y me daba detalles de las señales de Dios y de Sus atributos.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

      Él me explicó cómo Dios está siempre conmigo (pues es Quien todo lo sabe, todo lo escucha, todo lo ve y otros atributos), y me habló de Dios desde la perspectiva del Islam, haciendo hincapié en que yo no tenía que ser musulmana, solo debía creer en Dios. Siendo una persona obstinada, me resistía exteriormente; pero en mi interior, una ventanita de esperanza comenzaba a abrirse…<\/span><\/p>\r\n

      Mi esposo le pidió a un amigo que me trajera algunos libros sobre el Islam. Me sorprendió que lo hiciera, porque yo todavía “no estaba interesada en escuchar sobre Dios”, a veces de forma muy enfática. Así que me dejó con los libros: una traducción del Corán al inglés y un libro sobre todas las facetas del Islam. Mi interés se despertó un poco, pero lo rechacé. Hice a un lado los libros y más tarde me fui a la cama. Esa noche tuve un sueño. En ese sueño, estaba en algún lugar rodeada de una gloriosa luz blanca. Escuchaba música hermosa en el ambiente que sonaba como una recitación del Corán. Detrás de mí había una escalera dorada de caracol. Todas estas imágenes estaban suspendidas en esa maravillosa luz blanca. Esa luz era más brillante que cualquier otra cosa que hubiera visto en mi vida, pero su brillantez no hería mis ojos. Era una blancura pura, celestial. Entonces miré hacia abajo y comencé a darme cuenta de que estaba totalmente cubierta de blanco, vestida a la manera musulmana; tenía un hermoso vestido blanco suelto y la cabeza cubierta. Al mismo tiempo, no dejaba de sentir una inmensa alegría saliendo de mi interior, y yo misma estaba llena por dentro de esa misma luz blanca. Frente a mí, a mi izquierda, había un niño de unos 5 o 6 años de edad mirando hacia el frente de modo que no podía verle la cara. No sabía si era un niño o una niña, pero sabía que era mi hijo. (En aquel entonces, era físicamente incapaz de tener hijos). Este sueño tuvo un impacto profundo en mí. Aunque fue hace 7 años, aún puedo recordarlo vívidamente con todo detalle. Cuando me desperté, conté mi sueño. No sabía su significado, se lo conté a mi esposo porque estaba muy vívido en mi mente y no tenía sentido para mí. Nunca había tenido un sueño de este tipo antes. Cuando terminé de contárselo, mi esposo dijo: “Esta es la clase de sueño que todo musulmán desea tener”. Pero, ¿por qué yo? Ni siquiera creía en Dios, negaba Su existencia (a veces muy apasionadamente), y no tenía interés en el Islam ni en hacerme musulmana. Él me explicó que Dios me estaba informando de algo en ese sueño y que yo tenía mucha suerte. Eso me sorprendió. (Curiosamente, ese sueño no parecía un sueño, sino que de hecho me dio la sensación de que era una visión de lo que vendría). Después de ese sueño, decidí abrir los libros sobre el Islam y obtener más información sobre esta religión.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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

      Volviendo a casa —los cuarenta y para siempre<\/span><\/h2>\r\n

      Leí sobre los principios del Islam. Tenían sentido para mí, sin contradicciones. Las descripciones de la forma de vida islámica, los papeles de los hombres y de las mujeres en la sociedad como complementarios en lugar de competitivos, eran muy lógicos. Después de leer esto, entendí que lo que sentía instintivamente sobre mí misma como mujer era, de hecho, fiel a mi naturaleza real. En lugar de sentirme menospreciada, me sentí elevada, no solo como mujer sino como miembro de la raza humana. Comencé a sentir mi verdadero ser por primera vez en mi vida. Comencé a tener la sensación de que estaba regresando al hogar. Leí el Corán. Aunque no leí el original en árabe, encontré que con solo leer los versículos en inglés me llenaba una sensación tremenda de paz y tranquilidad, en la forma más amable. Estos versículos respondieron muchas preguntas que había tenido a lo largo de mi vida y a las que nunca había podido dar una respuesta clara. Leyendo el Corán, comencé a darme cuenta de que este libro tenía que ser el trabajo y la palabra de Dios, debido a su lógica impecable y a su efecto sobre mí. Aprendí que esta es una de las cualidades del Corán, una cierta “bárakah<\/em>” o gracia que tiene un efecto muy tranquilizador en el alma humana.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

      Poco después me hicieron una cirugía con la esperanza de poder tener un hijo. La cirugía salió bien, pero mis posibilidades de tener un hijo aún eran muy escasas, casi nulas. Para esa época estaba leyendo el Corán regularmente y trataba de aprender más sobre el Islam. Hacía preguntas constantemente y me sumergí en la atmósfera del Islam. Me encantaba escuchar las llamadas diarias a la oración en cada calle, y un día le pedí a mi esposo que me llevara a Al Azhar, el mundialmente famoso centro islámico de aprendizaje, para visitar la mezquita. Había visto esta mezquita en televisión y me sentía curiosamente atraída a ella. Así que fuimos un día. Estaba tranquila, caminé por ella leyendo el Corán, me senté en silencio un rato. Fueron momentos agradables y pacíficos, y luego nos fuimos. Después de caminar un poco tuve que mirar hacia abajo para asegurarme de que mis pies estaban tocando el suelo, pues no podía sentir la acera bajo mis pasos. Realmente me sentía caminando en el aire, ese es el efecto que tiene el Islam en mí, el sentimiento de ligereza fue traducido literalmente.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

      Tuve muchas experiencias extrañas durante este tiempo, muchas cosas momentáneas, al punto que comencé a creer realmente en mi corazón que Dios, de hecho, estaba conmigo, cerca de mí. Lo mejor de todo en el sentido humano, fue que al año siguiente tuvimos una hermosa niña, un verdadero regalo de Dios. Incluso la doctora que me hizo la cirugía estaba sorprendida. Esta fue la primera vez que ella había realizado este tipo de cirugía, y no tenía modo de predecir el resultado, salvo que las posibilidades eran pocas. (Incluso entonces, Dios estaba conmigo).<\/span><\/p>\r\n

      Nos trasladamos a los Estados Unidos y nuestra hija nació en el otoño, cuatro meses después que llegamos. Al siguiente año, regresamos a Egipto para que la familia de mi esposo pudiera conocer al nuevo maravilloso miembro de la familia. Antes de dejarlos, decidí que era el momento de hacerme oficialmente musulmana. Dios me había mostrado tantas señales, que sabía que era el camino claro para mí. Así, de nuevo en Egipto, fui a Al Azhar a declarar: “No hay divinidad salvo Dios y Muhammad es Su Mensajero”. Ahora estoy en mis cuarenta, y al mirar hacia atrás, en especial a la última década de mi vida, veo la mano de Dios en todos los cientos de incidentes y eventos por todo el camino. Como persona que ha buscado siempre la verdad, sea buena o mala, he encontrado por experiencia personal, que Dios es LA ÚNICA REALIDAD. Solo necesitamos abrir nuestros ojos, oídos y corazones, para reconocer la Verdad:<\/span><\/p>\r\n

      “Los haré ver Mis signos en los horizontes y en ellos mismos, hasta que se les haga evidente la Verdad. ¿Acaso no es suficiente tu Señor como Testigo de todo? ¿Aún siguen dudando de la comparecencia ante su Señor? ¿No abarca Él todas las cosas?” (Corán 41:53-54)<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\r\n

      Descubrir el Islam ha sido descubrir un tesoro, un tesoro invaluable. Gracias al Islam me encontré a mí misma. A través de la experiencia concreta encontré que Dios existe, que es amable, cariñoso, misericordioso y que siempre está pendiente de mí. He hallado claridad, sentido y dirección clara en mi vida. Dios me ha dado mucho, incluyendo a mi familia más allá de mis sueños, una familia que concuerda perfectamente con los deseos más profundos de mi corazón y mi alma, como solo Él puede proveerla en la forma más perfecta. Tengo paz en mi mente y en mi espíritu solo cuando bebo profundamente del Islam y del Corán, una bebida maravillosamente sanadora que solo Dios puede proveer en la forma más perfecta. El regalo más grande de Dios hacia mí es que Él ha tocado mi alma y me ha permitido sentir Su gentileza, cariño y misericordia. Por la gracia de Dios me he convertido en Al Mahdayah<\/em>, la bien guiada. Con el fin de convertirnos en los mejores seres humanos, más productivos y más compasivos que podamos ser, Dios nos ha enviado Su mensaje final para la humanidad en la forma más perfecta, la forma del Islam, la forma de la paz. Mi experiencia personal con el cristianismo me dejó tan vacía por tanto tiempo que no pude reconocer su valor. Sin embargo, el Islam enseña que el judaísmo, el cristianismo y el Islam provienen todos de Dios, cada uno con un mensaje enviado por Dios, y que por lo tanto todos son dignos de respeto. Aunque nací en el cristianismo, el Islam es el camino verdadero para mi alma. Como ahora estoy firmemente cimentada en mi relación con Dios, encuentro que puedo apreciar otras tradiciones también, desde la perspectiva del Islam. No hay más conflicto interior, pues he regresado a casa.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

      “En el nombre de Dios, el Compasivo con toda la creación, el Misericordioso con los creyentes. Todas las alabanzas son para Dios, Señor de todo cuanto existe, el Compasivo, el Misericordioso. Soberano absoluto del Día del Juicio Final, solo a Ti te adoramos y solo de Ti imploramos ayuda. ¡Guíanos por el camino recto! El camino de los que has colmado con Tus favores, no el de los que cayeron en Tu ira ni el de los que se extraviaron”. (Corán 1:1-7)<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\r\n

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      Maria, ex-catholique, États-Unis<\/span><\/h1>\r\n

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      (partie 1 de 2): Les premièrespériodes de ma vie<\/span><\/h1>\r\n

       <\/p>\r\n

      Mon nom est Maryam al-Mahdayah – ce n’est pas mon nom de naissance, mais celui que j’ai choisi lors de ma conversion à l’islam, en 1992.  Mon nom de naissance (chrétien) est Maria.  J’aimerais partager avec vous mon cheminement personnel vers l’islam, en espérant qu’il vous aide à mieux comprendre cette grande religion.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

      J’ai divisé mon histoire en périodes différentes de ma vie :<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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      • Éducation chrétienne (enfance)<\/span><\/li>\r\n
      • L’éloignement (adolescence)<\/span><\/li>\r\n
      • La quête de vérité (vingtaine)<\/span><\/li>\r\n
      • L’ouverture (trentaine)<\/span><\/li>\r\n
      • Le retour au bercail (quarantaine et plus)<\/span><\/li>\r\n<\/ul>\r\n

        Éducation chrétienne – enfance<\/span><\/h2>\r\n

        J’ai été élevée dans la tradition catholique.  Je suis allée à l’école primaire catholique, j’ai fait ma première communion, je suis allée à la confession, bref, je suis passée par toutes les étapes de la vie d’un enfant catholique.  J’ai fait de mon mieux pour être une bonne personne, surtout par crainte d’un châtiment de Dieu si je ne m’efforçais pas de l’être, et j’ai développé, durant ces années, un sentiment permanent de culpabilité (pour quelle raison, je ne sais trop, mais ce sentiment était omniprésent).  Les religieuses qui m’enseignaient étaient sévères et je n’arrivais pas à comprendre pourquoi ces « épouses du Christ » semblaient si tendues et hargneuses.  L’été, j’allais au Sud pour rendre visite à la famille de ma mère; mon grand-père avait été prêtre baptiste et ma mère avait donc été élevée dans la tradition baptiste.  Elle s’était plus tard convertie au catholicisme pour pouvoir épouser mon père.  Quand j’allais leur rendre visite, donc, j’allais à l’église et à l’école biblique et je chantais, avec ma cousine, des chants chrétiens près de l’orgue antique dont jouait ma tante.  C’était vraiment le bon temps et cette partie de mon éducation chrétienne fut certainement la plus agréable.  Les années passèrent.  Je passais mes années scolaires chez moi et mes étés dans le Sud du pays.  J’avais l’impression de mener une double vie religieuse.  Avec du recul, il me semble que la seule chose que le baptisme et le catholicisme avaient en commun était la croyance en Jésus (que la paix soit sur lui).  Cela mis à part, c’étaient deux mondes totalement différents.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

        L’éloignement - adolescence<\/span><\/h2>\r\n

        Je n’ai pas eu une enfance très facile et les problèmes, dans ma famille, empirèrent tant, avec le temps, que j’en vins au point où je me dis qu’il ne devait pas exister de Dieu et que s’il en existait un, Il n’était manifestement pas là pour moi.  Je me souviens du soir où, couchée dans mon lit, cette réalisation s’imposa à moi.  Je sentis tout à coup un grand vide, en moi, mais je me dis, en même temps, que si telle était la réalité, je me devais de l’accepter. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

        Vers la fin de mon adolescence, je me mis à chercher un sens à mon existence.  À cet âge, on ne m’obligeait plus à aller à l’église, alors je décidai de chercher ailleurs la vérité.  Comme j’avais été élevée dans le catholicisme, je ressentais un attachement particulier à Jésus (que la paix soit sur lui).  Mais je n’arrivais pas à accepter l’idée qu’il fut mort sur la croix (comment Dieu pouvait-Il avoir laissé mourir ainsi un de Ses prophètes?).  Je développai alors ma propre idée selon laquelle Jésus était en fait un simple être humain, qui avait vécu sur terre et qui avait reçu une mission bien particulière.  Mais, au-delà de cela, je ne savais trop.  Avec le temps, je finis par renoncer au christianisme dans son ensemble, car trop de concepts n’avaient aucun sens à mes yeux.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

        La quête de vérité – vingtaine<\/span><\/h2>\r\n

        Au début de ma vingtaine, je ressentis un besoin profond de trouver la vérité, afin de calmer l’agitation intérieure qui secouait mon cœur et mon âme.  Je découvris le bouddhisme et, comme cela se rapprochait de ce que je recherchais (au moins, il y avait une logique, dans cette religion), je décidai de tenter l’expérience.  À plusieurs égards, cela m’aida à me sentir mieux avec moi-même, même si j’avais constamment l’impression qu’il  me manquait quelque chose.  Avec le temps, je m’éloignai du bouddhisme, car c’était plus devenu un fardeau qu’un réconfort, dans ma vie.  Au cours de cette période, je voyageai en Égypte, pour affaires, où je fis la rencontre de celui qui allait devenir mon mari, un musulman.  Comme je me considérais encore bouddhiste, je lui parlai de cette religion dans l’espoir de le convertir.  Il m’écouta patiemment et je crus, un moment, que j’étais parvenue à le convaincre.  Mais lorsque j’y repense, maintenant, il est clair qu’il ne se serait jamais détourné de l’islam.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

        L’ouverture – trentaine<\/span><\/h2>\r\n

        Je finis par lâcher le bouddhisme pour de bon.  Je retournai en Égypte pour me marier, revins aux États-Unis seule, puis retournai définitivement en Égypte pour y vivre avec mon mari.  Nous y vécûmes ensemble un an durant, une merveilleuse et inoubliable année.  J’étais alors au début de ma trentaine.  Je venais d’arriver en Égypte pour y vivre avec mon mari, stressée au dernier degré, avec l’impression d’être totalement à bout de souffle.  J’avais été séparée de mon mari durant plus d’un an (mon travail me retenait aux États-Unis et c’était de même pour mon mari en Égypte).  Nous étions restés en contact fréquent durant tout ce temps, mais j’avais trouvé l’expérience si difficile que j’avais perdu beaucoup de poids.  On me disait que j’avais l’air d’une anorexique.  Je n’en pris pas conscience jusqu’au jour où je me regardai machinalement dans le miroir d’un taxi.  Je vis mon cou et mes os, tout autour.  Je ne réalisai pas tout de suite que c’était bien mon image, que je regardais.  Mais lorsque je compris la métamorphose qui s’était opérée en moi, j’en fus choquée.  Je me regardai avec de nouveaux yeux; mes mains étaient squelettiques, c’était affreux.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

        Mon mari, de son côté, me parlait régulièrement, tout doucement, patiemment.  Non pas d’islam, mais simplement de croyance en Dieu.  Il me dit que peu importait la religion que je choisissais de suivre, l’important était de croire en Dieu.  Je protestais, lui disais que Dieu n’existait pas (ma tête était encore pleine des idées du bouddhisme).  Et lui, de son côté, m’expliquait pourquoi Dieu existait, les signes, tout autour de nous, de Son existence.  Il me disait que Dieu était tout près de moi (qu’Il savait tout de moi, qu’Il m’entendait, me voyait, etc).  Il me parlait aussi de la croyance en Dieu du point de vue islamique, tout en me rappelant que rien ne m’obligeait à me convertir.  Mais comme j’étais une personne très têtue, je persistais à dire que Dieu n’existait pas, du moins ouvertement; car, tout au fond de moi, je sentais qu’une petite porte commençait à s’ouvrir, dans mon cœur…<\/span><\/p>\r\n

        Mon mari demanda à un de ses amis de m’apporter des livres sur l’islam, ce qui me surprit, car je persistais à lui dire que je n’étais pas intéressée à parler de religion.  Mais il laissa simplement les livres à ma disposition, dont une traduction anglaise du Coran et un livre sur les diverses facettes de l’islam.  Je mis les livres de côté et allai me coucher.  Cette nuit-là, je rêvai.  Dans mon rêve, je me trouvais dans un endroit inconnu, entourée de lumière blanche.  En arrière-plan, j’entendais une mélodie qui ressemblait à la récitation du Coran.  Derrière moi se trouvait un escalier en colimaçon.  Tout semblait suspendu, dans cette éblouissante lumière, qui était plus éblouissante que tout ce que j’avais pu voir, sur terre, mais sans que mes yeux en soient incommodés.  C’était une lumière pure et céleste.  Je regardai vers le bas et découvris que j’étais moi-même toute de blanc vêtue et que j’étais habillée comme une musulmane, i.e. avec une longue robe et un long foulard, sur la tête.  Je ressentais, en même temps, une joie immense m’envahir.  Devant moi, un peu vers ma gauche, se trouvait un enfant d’environ cinq ou six ans, de dos ( je ne pouvais donc voir son visage et j’ignorais s’il s’agissait d’un garçon ou d’une fille).  (À cette époque, j’étais physiquement incapable d’avoir des enfants.)  Ce rêve eu un impact profond sur moi.  Même si c’était il y a sept ans, je m’en souviens encore dans le détail.  Au réveil, je racontai mon rêve à mon mari, sans connaître sa signification.  Il me dit : « C’est là le genre de rêve que tout musulman souhaite faire. »  Mais pourquoi moi?  Je ne croyais pas en Dieu et niais Son existence; l’islam ne m’intéressais pas le moindrement et je n’avais aucune intention de me convertir.  Il me dit que Dieu tentait probablement de me transmettre un message à travers ce rêve.  Cela me surprit.  Après ce rêve, je décidai de lire les livres sur l’islam qui m’avaient été offerts afin d’en connaître plus sur cette religion.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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

        Retour au bercail : de la quarantaine à aujourd’hui<\/span><\/h2>\r\n

        Je lus sur les fondements de l’islam.  Ils m’apparaissaient censés et sans contradictions.  La description du mode de vie islamique, les rôles complémentaires et non opposés de l’homme et de la femme, au sein de la société, m’apparaissaient tout à fait logiques.  Après ces lectures, je compris que ce que j’avais toujours ressenti, au fond de moi-même, sur mon rôle de femme, était en fait ma véritable nature, créée par Dieu.  Plutôt que de me sentir rabaissée, je me sentis exaltée, non seulement en tant que femme, mais comme membre de la race humaine.  Pour la première fois de ma vie, je sentais que j’avais le droit de laisser libre court à mon vrai moi, à ce que j’étais réellement.  J’avais le sentiment, tout à coup, de revenir au bercail.  Je lus le Coran et, même si je le lisais en anglais, il m’apportait à chaque fois un profond sentiment de paix et de quiétude.  Les versets apportèrent des réponses à plusieurs des questions qui m’avaient habitée au cours de ma vie et pour lesquelles je n’avais jamais trouvé de réponse.  En lisant le Coran, je me disais que ce livre ne pouvait être que la parole de Dieu, à cause de son impeccable logique et de son effet sur moi.  J’appris plus tard que c’était là une des qualités du Coran, cet effet calmant sur l’âme humaine.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

        Peu de temps après, j’eus recours à la chirurgie dans l’espoir de pouvoir un jour avoir un enfant.  La chirurgie se déroula bien, mais elle n’augmenta pratiquement pas mes chances d’avoir un enfant.  À cette époque, je lisais le Coran et étudiais l’islam régulièrement.  Je posais sans cesse des questions à ceux qui le connaissaient mieux que moi et je baignais quotidiennement dans « l’atmosphère » de l’islam; j’aimais beaucoup entendre l’appel à la prière et, un jour, je demandai à mon mari de me conduire à Al-Azhar pour visiter la mosquée.  J’avais vu cette mosquée à la télé et me sentais étrangement attirée vers elle.  Alors un jour, nous y allâmes.  L’endroit était très tranquille; je marchai autour, puis m’installai pour lire le Coran.  J’y passai un moment de paix mémorable, puis nous quittâmes.  Nous étions à mi-chemin entre la mosquée et la première intersection lorsque je m’arrêtai net et regardai le sol; je voulais m’assurer que mes pieds étaient bien posés dessus, car je ne les sentais pas se poser sur le trottoir.  J’avais vraiment l’impression de marcher dans les airs; c’est l’effet qu’avait l’islam, sur moi, une sensation de légèreté incroyable.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

        Je connus diverses expériences particulières, à cette époque, la plupart momentanées, mais suffisantes pour me faire réaliser que Dieu était près de moi et avec moi.  La plus belle de ces expériences fut que l’année suivante, j’accouchai d’une fille, un véritable cadeau de Dieu.  Même le médecin qui avait fait la chirurgie était étonné.  C’était la première fois qu’elle pratiquait une telle chirurgie et elle ne pouvait pas du tout en prévoir le résultat,  mais elle savait que les chances étaient minces, pour moi, de jamais enfanter.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

        Nous revînmes aux États-Unis, où j’accouchai de ma fille à l’automne.  L’année suivante, nous retournâmes en Égypte pour la présenter à la famille de mon mari.  Avant de quitter l’Égypte, je décidai qu’il était temps, pour moi, d’embrasser officiellement l’islam.  Dieu m’avait montré tant de signes que je ne pouvais plus nier qu’il s’agissait là de la seule voie à suivre.  Alors je me rendis à Al-Azhar pour faire la shahadah : Nulle divinité ne mérite d’être adorée à part Allah et Mohammed est Son messager.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

        Je suis maintenant dans la quarantaine et, lorsque je regarde les dix dernières années de ma vie, je vois la main de Dieu dans de nombreux événements qui les ont marquées.  Ayant toujours le souci de vérité, qu’elle soit agréable ou non, j’ai compris, avec le temps, que Dieu est la seule vraie réalité.  Il n’en tient qu’à nous d’ouvrir nos yeux, nos oreilles et notre cœur pour reconnaître la vérité.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

         « Nous leur montrerons Nos signes dans l’univers et en eux-mêmes, jusqu’à ce qu’il leur devienne évident que [ce Coran] est la vérité.  Ne suffit-il pas que ton Seigneur soit témoin de toute chose?  Quoi?  Sont-ils encore dans le doute quant à leur rencontre avec leur Seigneur?  C’est [pourtant] Lui qui embrasse toute chose [dans Sa science]. » (Coran 41:53-54)<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\r\n

        Découvrir l’islam fut comme découvrir un trésor, un trésor d’une valeur inestimable.  L’islam m’a permis de découvrir ma véritable personne.  Par diverses expériences, j’ai compris que Dieu existait vraiment; qu’Il est bon, aimant, miséricordieux et omniscient.  Ma vie est devenue claire, significative et mieux ordonnée.  Dieu m’a tant donné, incluant une famille dépassant toutes mes attentes.  Avec l’islam, j’ai trouvé la paix d’esprit. Le plus grand cadeau que Dieu m’ait fait fut de toucher mon âme et de me faire sentir Sa bonté, Son amour et Sa compassion.  Par la grâce de Dieu, je suis maintenant bien guidée.  Afin que nous devenions les personnes les meilleures, les plus productives et les plus compatissantes, Dieu nous a envoyé Son message final de la meilleure façon, par l’intermédiaire du meilleur messager. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

        Mon expérience personnelle avec le christianisme m’a vidée intérieurement sur une si longue période, je n’étais plus capable d’y voir aucune valeur.  Mais l’islam nous enseigne que le judaïsme, le christianisme et l’islam proviennent tous de Dieu, chacun avec un véritable message de Dieu, et qu’ils méritent donc tous le respect.  Même si je suis née au sein d’une famille chrétienne, l’islam est la seule voie qui puisse satisfaire mon cœur.  Parce que je suis maintenant bien ancrée dans l’islam et que j’ai développé une étroite relation avec Dieu, j’arrive à mieux apprécier les autres traditions en les regardant du point de vue de l’islam.  Je ne ressens plus de conflit intérieur, car je suis finalement revenue au bercail.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

         « Au nom de Dieu, le Tout Miséricordieux, le Très Miséricordieux<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\r\n

        Louange à Dieu, Seigneur des Mondes.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\r\n

        Le Tout Miséricordieux, le Très Miséricordieux<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\r\n

        Maître du Jour du Jugement<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\r\n

        C’est Toi (seul) que nous adorons et c’est Toi (seul) dont nous implorons le secours.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\r\n

        Guide-nous vers le droit chemin,<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\r\n

        le chemin de ceux que Tu as comblés de faveurs et non pas (le chemin) de ceux qui ont encouru Ta colère ni des égarés. » (Coran 1:1-7)<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\r\n

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        Maria, Ex-Katholikin, USA<\/span><\/h1>\r\n

         \"\"<\/span><\/p>\r\n

         (teil 1 von 2): Meinefrühen Jahre<\/span><\/h1>\r\n

         <\/p>\r\n

        Mein Name ist Maryam al-Mahdayah – ich bin nicht mit diesem Namen geboren worden, aber ich habe ihn mir ausgesucht, als ich (1992) zum Islam konvertiert bin.  Mein christlicher Geburtsname ist Maria (Mary auf Englisch, Maryam auf arabisch).  Ich würde gerne meine persönliche Geschichte, wie ich konvertiert bin, mit euch teilen, in der Hoffnung, dass diese Geschichte zu einem besseren Verständnis des Islam führt. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

        Meine Geschichte gliedert sich in verschiedene Lebensperioden:.  <\/span><\/p>\r\n

          \r\n
        • Aufwachsen als Christ (frühe Jahre)<\/span><\/li>\r\n
        • Abwenden (Teeny-Jahre)<\/span><\/li>\r\n
        • Suche nach der Wahrheit (Zwanziger)<\/span><\/li>\r\n
        • Die Öffnung (Dreißiger)<\/span><\/li>\r\n
        • nach Hause kommen (Vierziger und für immer)<\/span><\/li>\r\n<\/ul>\r\n

          Aufwachsen als Christ – Frühe Jahre<\/span><\/h2>\r\n

          Ich wurde in der katholischen Tradition erzogen.  Ich ging zur katholischen Grundschule, lernte meinen Katholizismus, erhielt meine erste Kommunion, erhielt meinen Namen (nach einem Heiligen), ging zur Beichte, all die wichtigen Schritte, um als Katholik aufzuwachsen.  Ich tat mein Bestes, um gut zu sein, und ich war es (ich hatte zu viel Angst vor einigen schrecklichen Strafen Gottes, falls ich es nicht wäre) und während all dieser Jahre entwickelte ich ein erhebliches Schuldgefühl (ich war mir nicht sicher, wofür, aber ich wusste, ich war für etwas schuldig).  Die Nonnen, die mich unterrichteten, schienen herb zu sein und ich konnte nicht verstehen, warum diese „Bräute Christi“ so angespannt und ärgerlich waren.  In den Sommern reiste ich in den Süden, um die Familie meiner Mutter zu besuchen – mein Großvater war einmal ein baptistischer Priester gewesen, und meine Mutter war nach baptistischer Tradition erzogen worden.  (Weil mein Vater Katholik ist, musste sie zum Katholizismus konvertieren, um ihn zu heiraten).  Wenn ich also im Süden war, ging ich zur Kirche und zur Bibelschule und sang christliche Lieder an der antiken Orgel, die meine Tante spielte, und mein Cousin und ich sangen mit einem großartigen Gefühl.  Das waren schöne Zeiten und dieser Teil meiner christlichen Erziehung war angenehmer und behaglicher.  Und so vergingen die Jahre.  Ich verbrachte das Schuljahr zuhause und die Sommer im Süden.  Mein religiöses Leben war wie ein Doppelleben.  Wenn ich zurück blicke, scheint dass das einzige, was die katholischen und baptistischen Traditionen gemeinsam hatten, eine Gründung auf Jesus (Friede sei mit ihm) war.  Abgesehen davon waren es für mich zwei verschiedene Welten. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

          Abwenden – Teeny-Jahre<\/span><\/h2>\r\n

          Ich hatte keine einfache Kindheit, und die Familienprobleme wuchsen in dem Maße bis ich eines Tages zu dem Schluss gelangte, dass es keinen Gott gibt, (oder zumindest, wenn es Gott gibt, dann war er nicht für mich da).  Ich erinnere mich daran, dass ich eines nachts in meinem Bett gelegen habe, und mit dieser Realität aufgewacht bin.  Ich fühlte plötzlich eine große Leere in mir, aber ich sagte mir, wenn dies die Realität ist, dann muss ich sie akzeptieren.   Auf meiner Stufe des Verständnisses war es meine Realität.  Als meine Teeny-Jahre vergingen, begann ich mit meiner Suche.  Zu jener Zeit brauchte ich nicht mehr zur Kirche zu gehen (in unserer Familie existierte die religiöse Ausübung nicht weiter), also entschloss ich mich, die Wahrheit selbst zu suchen.  Ich erinnere mich daran, dass ich über Jesus (Friede sei mit ihm) gelesen habe.  Ich hatte ein sehr starkes Gefühl für ihn und fühlte mich auf irgendeine Weise sogar mit ihm verbunden.  Aber ich konnte nie die Art seines Todes akzeptieren (wie konnte jemand so besonderes und der Gott so nahe stand auf solche Weise sterben???).  Das schien eine Tragödie ohne gleichen zu sein.  Und so entwickelte ich meine eigene Meinung und Ansicht, dass Jesus eine wirkliche Person gewesen sein muss, die auf der Erde gelebt hat, er war in der Tat eine besondere Person mit einer besonderen Aufgabe gewesen, aber was darüber hinaus war, wusste ich nicht. Schließlich gab ich die Vorstellung des Christentums ganz auf, den zu viele Dinge ergaben einfach keinen Sinn.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

          Suche nach Wahrheit -- Zwanziger<\/span><\/h2>\r\n

          Als ich in meine Zwanziger kam, verspürte ich einen enormen Drang, die Wahrheit zu finden, um die Rastlosigkeit meines Herzens und meiner Seele zu stillen.  Ich wurde in den Buddhismus eingeführt und da es so schien, als würde ich dem nahe kommen, wonach ich suchte, (zumindest gab es da eine klare Logik), trat ich ihm bei.  Auf viele Weise half er mir dabei, mich besser zu fühlen, aber irgend etwas schien mir zu fehlen (was, das wusste ich zu der Zeit nicht).  Mit den Jahren entfernte ich mich auch wieder vom Buddhismus.  Er war in meinem Leben eher zu einer Last als zu einem Trost geworden.  Während dieser Zeit war ich aus geschäftlichen Gründen nach Ägypten gereist, wo ich meinen Ehemann traf, der nach muslimischer Tradition aufgewachsen war.  Immer noch im Buddhismus involviert, versuchte ich, ihn zu konvertieren.  Er hörte geduldig zu und ich glaubte, ich würde Erfolg haben, doch nun weiss ich, dass er niemals konvertiert wäre. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

          Die Öffnung -- Dreißiger<\/span><\/h2>\r\n

          So wurden mir die buddhistischen Praktiken immer unangenehmer, ich ging nach Ägypten zurück, um zu heiraten, kam allein wieder in die USA und kehrte schließlich nach Ägypten zurück, um mit meinem Ehemann zu leben.  Wir waren ein Jahr zusammen, ein wunderbares, heilsames und unvergessliches Jahr.  Ich war jetzt in meinen frühen Dreißigern.  Ich war gerade in Ägypten angekommen, um mein Eheleben zu beginnen, bis an meine Grenzen gestresst, fühlte ich sehr wohl, dass ich mit meinem letzten Atem angekommen war.  Ich war über ein Jahr lang von meinem Ehemann getrennt gewesen (mein Job hielt mich in den USA, andere Beschäftigungen hielten ihn in Ägypten).  Wir hielten die ganze Zeit den Kontakt, aber es war so schwierig und stressig, dass ich eine Menge Gewicht verlor.  Mir wurde nachgesagt, ich sähe magersüchtig aus.  Mir fiel es nicht weiter auf, bis ich mich eines Tages zufällig im Rückspiegel eines Taxis sah.  Ich sah meinen Hals mit vorstehenden Knochen.  Zuerst wurde mir nicht bewusst, dass ich das war – und als ich dem gewahr wurde, war es ein ziemlicher Schock für mich.  Ich betrachtete mich selbst mit neuen Augen – meine Hände waren knochig – ich fing an auszusehen wie ein lebendiges Skelett.  Während dieser Zeit sprach mein Ehemann mit mir – ruhig und geduldig – er erklärte nicht den Islam, sondern den Glauben an Gott.  Er sagte mir, es zählt nicht, welche Religion man sich zum Praktizieren auswählt, solange ich an Gott glaube.  Ich argumentierte mit ihm wieder und wieder, dass es keinen Gott gäbe (und der Buddhismus unterstützte diesen Glauben) und wieder und wieder erklärte er, dass Gott da ist und er gab mir Details von den Zeichen Gottes, den Eigenschaften Gottes.  Er erklärte, wie Gott mit mir ist (mit Seinem Hören, Sehen und anderen Eigenschaften) und er sprach zu mir aus der islamischen Perspektive über Gott, immer wieder betonend, dass ich nicht Muslim zu sein bräuchte – nur an Gott glauben.  Starrsinnig wie ich war, habe ich mich äußerlich widersetzt, innerlich aber begann sich ein kleines Fenster der Hoffnung zu öffnen…  <\/span><\/p>\r\n

          Mein Ehemann bat einen Freund, mir einige Bücher über den Islam zu bringen.  Ich war überrascht, dass er dies tat, denn ich war immer noch “nicht daran interessiert, etwas über Gott zu hören“- manchmal überaus nachdrücklich.  Daher überließ er mich den Büchern: einer englischen Übersetzung des Qur´an und einem Buch über alle Facetten des Islam.  Mein Interesse war leicht geweckt, aber ich unterdrückte es.  Ich legte die Bücher zur Seite und ging später zu Bett.  In jener Nacht hatte ich einen Traum.  In diesem Traum war ich irgendwo, wo ich von herrlichem weißem Licht umgeben war.  Im Hintergrund hörte ich wunderschöne Musik, die wie Qur´an-Lesung klang.  Hinter mir war ein goldener, spiralförmiger Treppenaufgang.  All diese Bilder waren in wunderbares weißes Licht gehüllt.  Dieses Licht war leuchtender als alles, das ich je gesehen habe, aber es tat meinen Augen nicht weh.  Es war eine reine, himmlische Weiße.  Dann blickte ich hinab und mir fiel auf, dass ich ganz in weiß gekleidet war, auf muslimische Art; ein wunderschönes weißes wallendes Kleid und eine Kopfbedeckung.  Nach einer Weile fühlte ich eine gewaltige Freude aus meinem Inneren herausfließen, und ich war mit demselben weißen Licht erfüllt.  Vor mir auf meiner Linken war ein Kind, ungefähr 5 oder 6 Jahre alt, das nach vorne blickte, so dass ich sein Gesicht nicht sehen konnte.  Ich wusste nicht, ob es ein Junge oder ein Mädchen war, aber ich wusste, dass es mein Kind war (zu jener Zeit war ich körperlich nicht in der Lage, Kinder zu bekommen).  Dieser Traum hatte einen tiefgründigen Einfluss auf mich.  Obwohl er sieben Jahre zurück liegt, erinnere ich mich noch anschaulich an jede Einzelheit.  Als ich aufwachte, berichtete ich diesen Traum.  In Unkenntnis seiner Bedeutung, erzählte ich meinem Ehemann davon, weil er in meinem Kopf so präsent war, und es für mich keinen Sinn ergab.  Ich hatte nie zuvor einen solchen Traum gehabt.  Als ich mit dem Erzählen fertig war, sagte mein Ehemann: “Dies ist die Art von Traum, den jeder Muslim sich gerne wünschte.”  Aber warum ich?  Ich glaubte nicht an Gott, verleugnete seine Existenz (zuweilen leidenschaftlich) und hatte kein Interesse am Islam oder daran Muslim zu werden.  Er erklärte mir, dass Gott mir in diesem Traum etwas mitteilte, und ich war sehr glücklich.  Das überraschte mich.  (Interessanterweise hatte dieser Traum keine traumartigen Eigenschaften, aber er gab mir das Gefühl, dass ich Dinge beobachte, die noch kommen werden).  Nach diesem Traum entschloss ich mich, die Bücher über den Islam zu öffnen und mehr über diese Religion herauszufinden. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

          (teil 2 von 2): IslamischeErfahrung<\/span><\/h1>\r\n

          Heimkehren – Vierziger und für immer<\/span><\/h2>\r\n

          Ich las über die Prinzipien des Islam.  Sie ergaben für mich einen Sinn, es gab keine Widersprüche.  Die Beschreibungen der islamischen Lebensweise, die Rolle der Männer und Frauen in der Gesellschaft, ergänzend und nicht rivalisierend, waren so logisch.  Nachdem ich dies gelesen hatte, verstand ich, dass das, was ich instinktiv über mich selbst fühlte, in der Tat meiner wirklichen Natur entsprach.  Anstatt mich erniedrigt zu fühlen, fühlte ich mich empor gehoben, nicht nur als Frau, sondern als Teil der menschlichen Rasse.  Ich begann, mein wahres ich zu spüren, zum ersten Mal in meinem Leben.  Ich fing an, das Gefühl zu bekommen, als würde ich nach Hause zurückkehren.  Ich las den Qur´an.  Obwohl es nicht das arabische Original war, hat nur das Lesen der Verse mich mit einem enormen Sinn des Friedens und der Ruhe erfüllt, auf eine ganz sanfte Art.  Die Verse selbst beantworteten viele Fragen, die ich mein ganzes Leben lang gehabt habe, aber auf die ich nie eine deutliche Antwort erhalten habe.  Als ich den Qur´an las, fing ich an, mir darüber klar zu werden, dass dieses Buch das Wort Gottes sein musste, wegen seiner tadellosen Logik und seiner Wirkung auf mich.  Ich lernte, dass dies eine der Eigenschaften des Qur´an ist, eine bestimmte “Baraka” oder Gnade, die eine sehr beruhigende Wirkung auf die menschliche Seele besitzt. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

          Kurz darauf hatte ich eine Operation in der Hoffnung, dass ich in der Lage sein würde, ein Kind zu bekommen.  Die Operation verlief gut, aber meine Chancen darauf, ein Kind zu bekommen, waren extrem gering.  Zu dieser Zeit las ich regelmäßig im Qur´an und versuchte, mehr über den Islam zu lernen.  Ich stellte ständig Fragen und vertiefte mich in die Atmosphäre des Islam – ich liebte es, die täglichen Gebetsrufe auf jeder Straße zu hören und eines Tages fragte mich mein Ehemann, ob er mich zu Al-Azhar, einem weltbekannten Zentrum islamischen Lernens bringen sollte, um die Moschee zu besuchen.  Ich hatte diese Moschee im Fernsehen gesehen und fühlte mich neugierig dorthin gezogen.  Also gingen wir eines Tages dorthin.  Es war still; ich ging herum, las im Qur´an, saß eine Weile still.  Es war eine schöne friedliche Zeit und dann gingen wir.  Als wir gerade ungefähr den halben Weg die Straße herunter gegangen waren, hielt ich an und blickte hinab – ich wollte sicher gehen, dass meine Füße den Boden berührten, denn ich konnte den Fußweg nicht unter meinen Füßen spüren.  Ich fühlte mich, als würde ich auf Luft gehen… das war die Wirkung des Islam auf mich – das Gefühl der Leichtigkeit wurde buchstäblich übertragen. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

          Ich hatte so viele ungewöhnliche Erfahrungen in dieser Zeit gemacht, viele nur in flüchtigen Dingen, dass ich wahrhaftig begann, in meinem Herzen zu glauben, dass Gott wirklich mit mir und mir nahe war.  Das beste von allem im menschlichen Sinne war, dass wir im folgenden Jahr eine wunderschöne Tochter bekamen – ein wirkliches Geschenk von Gott.  Sogar die Ärztin, die die Operation durchgeführt hatte, war erstaunt.  Es war ihr erstes Mal gewesen, dass sie eine Operation dieser Art durchgeführt hatte, und sie konnte den Ausgang nicht voraussagen, außer dass die Chancen gering waren (Gott war selbst da mit mir).<\/span><\/p>\r\n

          Wir zogen in die USA und unsere Tochter wurde im Herbst geboren, vier Monate nach unserer Ankunft.  Im folgenden Jahr gingen wir nach Ägypten zurück, damit die Familie meines Ehemannes unseren wunderbaren Familienzuwachs treffen konnten.  Bevor wir gingen, entschieden wir, dass es an der Zeit war, offiziell Muslim zu werden – Gott hatte mir so viele Zeichen gezeigt, dass ich wusste, dies ist der deutliche Weg für mich.  Und so ging ich wieder in Ägypten zu Al-Azhar um zu erklären: „Es gibt keinen Gott außer Gott und Muhammad ist sein Gesandter.“   Jetzt bin ich in meinen Vierzigern und blicke auf mein Leben zurück, insbesondere auf die vergangenen zehn Jahre, und ich sehe die Hand Gottes in allen Hunderten von Vorfällen und Ereignissen auf dem Weg.  Als eine, die immer nach der Wahrheit gesucht hat, sei sie gut oder schlecht, habe ich durch persönliche Erfahrung heraus gefunden, dass Gott DIE EINZIGE REALITÄT ist.  Wir brauchen nur unsere Augen, Ohren und Herzen zu öffnen, und die Wahrheit zu erkennen: <\/span><\/p>\r\n

          “Wir werden sie Unsere Zeichen überall auf Erden und an ihnen selbst sehen lassen, damit ihnen deutlich wird, dass es die Wahrheit ist. Genügt es denn nicht, dass dein Herr Zeuge aller Dinge ist?  Doch sie hegen Zweifel an der Begegnung mit ihrem Herrn.  Wahrlich, Er umfasst alle Dinge.” (Quran 41:53-54)<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\r\n

          Den Islam entdecken, war wie einen Schatz zu entdecken – einen Schatz von unschätzbarem Wert.  Denn durch den Islam habe ich mich selbst gefunden.  Durch konkrete Erfahrung habe ich heraus gefunden, dass Gott existiert; dass Er freundlich, liebend, barmherzig ist und immer über mich wacht.  Ich habe Klarheit und eine deutliche Richtung im Leben gefunden.  Gott hat mir so vieles gegeben, einschließlich einer Familie, mehr als ich mir erträumt habe, eine Familie die vollkommen mit den tiefsten Wünschen meines Herzens und meiner Seele mitschwingt, wie nur Er es auf die perfekteste Weise vermag.  Ich habe meine innere Ruhe und meinen Seelenfrieden, wenn ich tief aus dem Islam und dem Qur´an trinke, ein wunderbar heilsames Getränk, das nur Gott auf die perfekteste Weise liefern kann.  Das größte Geschenk Gottes für mich ist, dass Er meine Seele berührt hat und mich seine Sanftheit, seine liebende Freundlichkeit und Gnade hat spüren lassen.    Durch die Gnade Gottes bin ich eine al-mahdayah, eine Rechteleitete geworden.  Damit wir die besten, produktivsten und barmherzigsten menschlichen Wesen werden, die wir können, hat Gott uns Seine letzte Botschaft an die Menschheit auf die vollkommenste Weise gesandt – die Lebensweise des Islam, des Friedens.  Meine persönlichen Erfahrungen mit dem Christentum haben meine Gefühle für so lange Zeit leer gelassen, dass ich seinen Wert nicht erkennen konnte.  Allerdings lehrt der Islam, dass das Judentum, das Christentum und der Islam von Gott kommen, jede mit einer Botschaft, die Gott gesandt hatte, und daher Respekt verdient.  Obwohl ich ins Christentum hinein geboren wurde, ist der Islam der wahre Weg meiner Seele.  Weil ich jetzt fest in meiner Beziehung zu Gott verankert bin, kann ich andere Traditionen ebenfalls anerkennen, aus der islamischen Perspektive.  Es besteht darin kein Konflikt mehr, denn ich bin zu Hause angekommen.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

          “Im Namen Allahs, des Allerbarmers, des Barmherzigen!Alles Lob gebührt Allah, dem Herrn der Welten; dem Allerbarmer, dem Barmherzigen; dem Herrscher am Tage des Gerichts!  Dir (allein) dienen wir, und Dich (allein) bitten wir um Hilfe.<\/strong> <\/strong> Führe uns den geraden Weg<\/strong>;<\/strong> <\/strong>den Weg derer, denen Du Gnade erwiesen hast, nicht (den Weg) derer, die (Deinen) Zorn erregt haben, und nicht (den Weg) der Irregehenden.<\/strong>” (Quran 1:1-7)<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\r\n

           <\/p>\r\n

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          Maria, Ex-Católica, EUA<\/span><\/h1>\r\n

           \"\"<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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

           <\/p>\r\n

          Meu nome é Maryam al-Mahdayah - não nasci com esse nome, mas o escolhi quando me converti ao Islã (em 1992).  Meu nome de nascimento cristão é Maria (Mary em inglês e Maryam em árabe).  Gostaria de compartilhar com vocês minha história pessoal de conversão ao Islã, com a esperança de que essa história possa trazer uma melhor compreensão do Islã.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

          Minha história é organizada em diferentes períodos de vida:<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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          • Crescendo como cristã (primeiros anos)<\/span><\/li>\r\n
          • Afastamento (adolescência)<\/span><\/li>\r\n
          • Busca pela verdade (meus vinte anos)<\/span><\/li>\r\n
          • A abertura (meus trinta anos)<\/span><\/li>\r\n
          • Voltando para casa (meus quarenta anos e para sempre)<\/span><\/li>\r\n<\/ul>\r\n

            Crescendo como cristã - Primeiros anos<\/span><\/h2>\r\n

            Cresci em uma família de tradição católica.  Fui à escola fundamental católica, aprendi meu catolicismo, recebi minha Primeira Comunhão, meu nome católico (em homenagem a uma santa), fiz confissão, todos os passos importantes ao crescer como católica.  Tentei ao máximo ser boa e era (tinha muito medo de algum castigo terrível de Deus se não fosse). Ao longo desses anos desenvolvi um sentimento considerável de culpa (pelo que, não estava certa, mas sabia que era culpada de algo).  As freiras que me ensinavam pareciam ríspidas e eu não podia entender por que essas “noivas de Cristo” eram tão tensas e zangadas.  Nos verões viajava para o sul para visitar a família de minha mãe - meu avô foi ministro batista por um tempo e minha mãe cresceu na tradição batista.  (Como meu pai era católico ela teve que se converter ao catolicismo para se casar com ele).  Então, quando ia para o sul, ia à igreja e escola bíblica e cantava canções cristãs ao redor de um órgão antigo - minha tia tocava e minha prima e eu cantávamos com grande sentimento.  Foram bons tempos e essa parte de minha educação cristã foi a mais agradável e confortável.  E os anos passaram.  Passava o ano escolar em casa e os verões no sul.  Minha vida religiosa era uma vida dupla.  Olhando para trás, parece que a única coisa que as tradições católica e batista tinham em comum era uma base em Jesus (que a paz esteja sobre ele).  Além disso, eram dois mundos diferentes para mim.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

            Afastamento - Adolescência<\/span><\/h2>\r\n

            Não tive uma infância fácil e os problemas familiares aumentaram em gravidade ao ponto em que, um dia, cheguei à conclusão de que não existia Deus (ou, pelo menos, se existia um Deus, Ele não estava do meu lado).  Lembro-me daquele dia, deitada em minha cama à noite, acordando para aquela realidade.  De repente senti um grande vácuo dentro de mim mesma, mas disse a mim mesma que se essa era a realidade, tinha que aceitá-la.  No meu nível de compreensão, aquela era minha realidade.  À medida que minha adolescência progredia, comecei a pesquisar.  Nessa época não me era mais exigido que fosse à igreja (em nossa família a prática religiosa deixou de existir por essa época) e decidi buscar eu mesma a verdade.  Lembro-me de ler sobre Jesus (que a paz esteja sobre ele).  Tinha um sentimento muito forte sobre ele e até me sentia conectada a ele de alguma forma.  Mas nunca pude aceitar sua maneira de morrer (como podia alguém tão especial e próximo de Deus morrer daquele jeito???).  Parecia uma tragédia indescritível.  E assim desenvolvi minha própria opinião e crença de que Jesus era de fato uma pessoa real que viveu nessa terra, muito especial com uma missão muito especial, mas, além disso, não sabia.  No final abri mão da ideia do Cristianismo completamente, por que muitas coisas não faziam sentido.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

            Busca pela verdade - Meus vinte anos<\/span><\/h2>\r\n

            Quando entrei nos meus vinte anos senti uma enorme necessidade de encontrar a verdade, para acalmar a inquietação em meu coração e alma.  Fui apresentada ao Budismo e como parecia próximo ao que procurava (pelo menos havia uma lógica clara), aderi.  De muitas formas me ajudou a sentir melhor, mas para mim parecia estar faltando algo (o que, não sabia na época).  Com o passar dos anos me afastei do Budismo também.  Estava se tornando mais um fardo do que um conforto em minha vida.  Durante essa época viajei para o Egito a negócios, onde encontrei meu marido, que cresceu na tradição muçulmana.  Continuava envolvida com o Budismo e tentei convertê-lo.  Ele ouvia pacientemente e eu acreditava estar tendo sucesso, mas sei agora que ele nunca teria se convertido.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

            A abertura - Meus trinta anos<\/span><\/h2>\r\n

            Então continuei, ficando cada vez mais desconfortável com a prática budista, voltei ao Egito para me casar, voltei para os EUA sozinha e, por fim, retornei ao Egito para viver com meu marido.  Estávamos juntos lá há um ano, um ano maravilhoso, curativo e inesquecível.  Agora estava com trinta e poucos anos.  Tinha acabado de chegar ao Egito para começar realmente a vida de casada, estressada ao máximo, sentindo que tinha chegado com meu último suspiro.  Tinha ficado separada de meu marido por mais de um ano (meu emprego me manteve nos EUA e outras preocupações o mantiveram no Egito).  Ficamos em contato todo esse tempo, mas era tão difícil e estressante que perdi muito peso.  Fui descrita como parecendo anoréxica.  Não estava ciente disso até que um dia aconteceu de me ver no espelho retrovisor de um táxi.  Vi meu pescoço, com os ossos aparecendo.  A princípio não percebi que era eu e quando percebi, foi um grande choque.  Olhei para mim mesma com novos olhos - minhas mãos eram ossudas - estava começando a parecer um esqueleto vivo.  Durante esse tempo meu marido conversava comigo - quieta e pacientemente - explicando não sobre o Islã, mas sobre crer em Deus.  Disse que não importava que religião eu escolhesse praticar, desde que acreditasse em Deus.  Argumentei muito com ele que não havia um Deus (e o Budismo apoiava essa crença) e ele explicava repetidamente que há um Deus e me dava os detalhes dos Seus sinais e qualidades.  Explicava como Deus estava comigo (através de Seu conhecimento, audição, visão e outros atributos) e conversava comigo sobre Deus a partir da perspectiva do Islã, enfatizando que eu não tinha que ser muçulmana - apenas acreditar em Deus.  Sendo uma pessoa teimosa, continuava a resistir externamente, mas internamente uma pequena janela de esperança começou a se abrir...<\/span><\/p>\r\n

            Meu marido pediu a um amigo para trazer alguns livros sobre o Islã para mim. Fiquei surpresa, porque eu continuava “não interessada em ouvir a respeito de Deus” - às vezes de maneira enfática.  Então ele me deixou com os livros: uma tradução para o inglês do Alcorão e um livro sobre todas as facetas do Islã.  Meu interesse foi ligeiramente instigado, mas ignorei.  Coloquei os livros de lado e mais tarde fui para a cama.  Naquela noite, tive um sonho.  Nesse sonho estava em algum lugar cercada por gloriosa luz branca.  No fundo ouvia uma bela música que soava como recitação corânica.  Atrás de mim estava uma escada dourada em espiral.  Todas essas imagens estavam suspensas nessa maravilhosa luz branca.  Essa luz era mais brilhante que qualquer coisa que tivesse visto em minha vida acordada, mas o brilho não feria meus olhos.  Era pura, brancura celestial.  Então olhei para baixo e me conscientizei de que estava toda coberta em branco, na maneira islâmica; vestido e lenços brancos, belos e graciosos.  Todo o tempo continuei sentindo uma tremenda alegria saindo de mim e estava cheia dessa mesma luz branca.  À minha frente à esquerda estava uma criança, com 5 ou 6 anos de idade olhando para frente, de modo que eu não podia ver seu rosto.  Não sabia se era menino ou menina, mas sabia que era minha.  (Na época, era fisicamente incapaz de ter filhos).  Esse sonho teve um impacto profundo em mim.  Embora tenha sido há 7 anos, ainda lembro-me dele vividamente em detalhes.  Quando acordei, relatei esse sonho.  Sem saber seu significado, contei ao meu marido sobre ele porque estava muito vívido em minha mente e não fazia sentido para mim.  Nunca tinha tido esse tipo de sonho antes.  Quando terminei de contá-lo, meu marido disse: “Esse é o tipo de sonho que todo muçulmano deseja ter”.  Mas por que eu?  Não acreditava em Deus, negava Sua existência (apaixonadamente, às vezes) e não tinha interesse no Islã ou em me tornar muçulmana.  Explicou que Deus estava me informando algo nesse sonho e que eu tinha muita sorte.  Aquilo me surpreendeu.  (O interessante é que esse sonho não tinha qualidade de um sonho, mas de fato me deu a sensação de olhar para coisas que estavam por vir). Depois desse sonho, decidi abrir os livros sobre Islã e descobrir mais sobre essa religião.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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

            Voltando para casa - Meus quarenta anos e para sempre<\/span><\/h2>\r\n

            Li sobre os princípios do Islã.  Faziam sentido para mim, sem contradições.  As descrições da maneira islâmica de vida, as funções dos homens e das mulheres na sociedade como complementares, ao invés de competitivos, eram muito lógicas.  Depois de ler isso entendi que o que sentia instintivamente sobre mim mesma como mulher era, de fato, fiel à minha verdadeira natureza.  Ao invés de me sentir menosprezada, me senti elevada, não apenas como mulher, mas como membro da raça humana.  Comecei a sentir meu verdadeiro eu pela primeira vez em minha vida.  Comecei a ter a sensação de que estava voltando para casa.  Li o Alcorão.  Embora não no original em árabe, descobri que simplesmente ler os versículos em inglês me enchia com uma enorme sensação de paz e calma, da maneira mais gentil.  Os próprios versículos respondiam muitas questões que tive ao longo da minha vida, mas para os quais nunca consegui uma resposta clara.  Lendo o Alcorão comecei a perceber que esse livro devia ser o trabalho e a palavra de Deus, por causa de sua lógica impecável e seu efeito sobre mim.  Aprendi que essa é uma das qualidades do Alcorão, certa “barakah” ou graça que tem um efeito calmante sobre a alma humana.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

            Logo depois fiz uma cirurgia com a esperança de que, talvez, pudesse ter um filho.  A cirurgia correu bem, mas minhas chances de ter um filho continuavam mínimas, quase nulas.  Nessa época estava lendo o Alcorão regularmente e tentando aprender mais sobre o Islã.  Fazia perguntas constantemente e imergi na atmosfera do Islã - amava ouvir as chamadas para as orações diárias em cada rua e um dia pedi a meu marido para me levar a Al-Azhar, o renomado centro de aprendizado islâmico, para visitar a mesquita.  Tinha visto essa mesquita na TV e me sentia curiosamente atraída por ela.  Então, um dia fui.  Estava calmo. Caminhei, li o Alcorão e sentei silenciosamente por um tempo.  Foi um excelente e pacífico momento. Depois partimos.  Na metade da rua parei e olhei ao redor - queria ter certeza de que meus pés tocavam o chão, porque não podia sentir a calçada sob meus pés.  Sentia como se estivesse caminhando no ar... esse é o efeito do Islã sobre mim - o sentimento de leveza foi traduzido literalmente.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

            Tive tantas experiências incomuns durante essa época, muitas apenas coisas momentâneas, que comecei verdadeiramente a acreditar em meu coração que Deus estava, de fato, comigo e próximo a mim.  O melhor de tudo no sentido humano foi que no ano seguinte tivemos uma bela filha - um verdadeiro presente de Deus.  Até a médica que havia realizado a cirurgia ficou surpreso.  Foi a primeira vez que ela havia realizado esse tipo de cirurgia e não tinha como prever o resultado, exceto que as chances eram pequenas.  (Deus estava comigo até naquele momento).<\/span><\/p>\r\n

            Mudamos para os EUA e nossa filha nasceu no outono, 4 meses depois de nossa chegada.  No ano seguinte voltamos para o Egito para que a família de meu marido pudesse encontrar essa maravilhosa adição à nossa família.  Antes de partirmos, decidi que era hora de oficialmente me tornar muçulmana - Deus havia me mostrado tantos sinais que sabia que era o caminho claro para mim.  E assim, de volta ao Egito, fui a Al-Azhar declarar que “Não há divindade exceto Deus (Allah) e Muhammad é Seu mensageiro.”  Agora estou nos meus quarenta anos e olhando para trás, particularmente os últimos 10 anos, vejo a mão de Deus em todas as centenas de incidentes e eventos pelo caminho.  Como alguém sempre buscando a Verdade, boa ou má, encontrei, por meio de experiência pessoal, que Deus é A ÚNICA REALIDADE.  Só precisamos abrir nossos olhos, ouvidos e corações para reconhecer a Verdade:<\/span><\/p>\r\n

            “Nós os faremos ver Nossos sinais nos horizontes e neles mesmos, até que se torne evidente, para eles, que o Alcorão é a verdade.  <\/strong>Acaso não basta teu Senhor, Que é Testemunha de tudo?<\/strong>  <\/strong>Não é certo que estão em dúvida quanto ao comparecimento ante o seu Senhor?<\/strong>  Acaso não é verdade que Deus abrange tudo?” (Alcorão 41:53-54)<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\r\n

            Descobrir o Islã tem sido como descobrir um tesouro - um tesouro de valor ilimitado.  Por causa do Islã encontrei a mim mesma.  Através de experiência concreta descobri que Deus existe; que Ele é gentil, amoroso, misericordioso e sempre atento a mim.  Encontrei clareza, significado e direção clara em minha vida.  Deus me deu tanto, incluindo uma família além dos meus sonhos, que ressoa perfeitamente com os desejos mais profundos de meu coração e alma, como só Ele pode prover da maneira mais perfeita.  Tenho tranquilidade e paz de espírito somente quando bebo profundamente do Islã e do Alcorão, uma bebida curativa maravilhosa que apenas Deus pode prover da maneira mais perfeita.  A maior dádiva de Deus para mim foi ter tocado minha alma e me deixado sentir Sua gentileza, bondade amorosa e misericórdia.  Pela graça de Deus, estou me tornando al-mahdayah, a corretamente guiada.  Para nos tornarmos os melhores, mais produtivos e misericordiosos seres humanos que podemos ser, Deus nos enviou Sua mensagem final para a humanidade da maneira mais perfeita - a maneira do Islã, o caminho da paz.  Minha experiência pessoal com o Cristianismo me deixou um sentimento de vazio por tanto tempo que não pude reconhecer seu valor.  Entretanto, o Islã nos ensina que o Judaísmo, o Cristianismo e o Islã vêm todos de Deus, cada um com uma mensagem enviada por Deus e, portanto, todos são merecedores de respeito.  Embora tenha nascido no Cristianismo, o Islã é o caminho verdadeiro para a minha alma.  Como agora estou firmemente fundamentada em minha relação com Deus, descobri que também posso apreciar outras tradições, a partir da perspectiva do Islã.  Não há conflito interno, porque voltei para casa.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

            “Em nome de Deus, o Clemente, o Misericordioso 
            Todos os louvores são para Deus, o Senhor de todos os Mundos, 
            o Misericordioso, o Perdoador, 
            o Soberano do Dia do Juízo. 
            Só a Ti adoramos e só de Ti imploramos ajuda!<\/strong> <\/span>
            Guia-nos à senda reta, 
            à senda dos que agraciaste, 
             não à dos abominados, nem à dos extraviados.” (Alcorão 1:1-7)<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\r\n

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