from a Jewish family in New York. My mother was from S.
A. but also Jewish. She never was comfortable with anyone
knowing that. When my father died, she remarried a Catholic
and became one herself. And that is how she brought us up.
From the age of 5 I was told that Jesus was also God...?
I never felt comfortable with it.
to the Philippines - that is where my stepfather was from.
And life there was unbearable. My stepfather, to put it
mildly, was abusive to me and my 2 brothers. The effect
of that hard life: my spelling is poor, one of my brothers
is now a drinker, and the other has a low selfworth.
I grew up and we returned to the USA, I left home. I took
care of myself by working hard. I never had time for God,
whoever He was. I did not feel that God helped me in any
way, so why bother? I did try to get back to my roots but
Judaism made no sense, so I let that go. I did come across
Muslims from time to time but the effect was, how do they
dress that way, and why do they seem different? Over time,
the idea of Islam kept coming back to me, so I tried to
find out more. I read the history and life of Mohammed (saas).
That is what got to me: such kindness and sabr (patience)
in the face of hardships.
to me that my life had no direction, so I went to learn
more. After reading surah Al-Fatihah, I knew I had come
home - this is where I wanted to be! I became a Muslim and
have never regretted it. I always knew there was only ONE
God - ALLAH - and things have not been always easy for me.
My mother died of cancer soon after I became a Muslim. But
the faith I have helped me make it. Just being able to go
to ALLAH with all my pain was such a relief. It is the only
true lifestyle known to man, and it is the truth and the
last chance for us. I wish all mankind could come to know
the truth (haqq) of Islam, and its peace and beauty!