From Christianity to Science to Islam maasha Allah

[Aiman]

Asalaamu Caleykum Waraxmatullaahi Wabarakaatuh my dear brothers & sisters in Islam and peace to non Muslim

Bacadu Salaam,

Excuse the brother gramatical error because English is not his mother tongue.

I hope this article will benefit our resident non believers in Islam, insha Allah.

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Hello everybody,

I thought iأ¢â‚¬â„¢d add my story here, just for the sake of sharing
Where to begin... Itأ¢â‚¬â„¢s a long story, but I hope others may find support/inspiration in it.
Also, please excusse my many spellings and gramatic errors. Englisch is not my native tongue and on top of that, Iأ¢â‚¬ثœm dyslectic.

I was raised as a christian but lost my faith somewhere at the age of 6. Things just didnأ¢â‚¬â„¢t make sense for me. I geuss I أ¢â‚¬ثœve been quite critical. I even remember thinking my teacher was a morron when I was 7 because he had claimed that time travelling could be possible. أ¢â‚¬إ“If time is the speed at wich things change how could these changes be undone for a traveler? was the first thing that popped into my mindأ¢â‚¬? As I grew older I went trough some hard times and had to deal with serious matters at an early age. The worst of them all was a depression of my father in wich he tried to kill us in order to comit suicide afterwards. The fights, fleeing home, the divorce, iأ¢â‚¬â„¢m sure one can imagen...

It seemed like everytime I trusted someone, loved someone they أ¢â‚¬ثœd betray me. It didnأ¢â‚¬â„¢t take long for me not to trust anyone let alone believe in a higher being without any proof of such. Iأ¢â‚¬â„¢d even say at one point I fitted all criteria from the defenition of a paranoia. Not that I seemed to have any problems, I functioned perfectly in todays sociaty, but inside I always felled like a big mess. I studied science and was quite good in it, I even became passionated about it, for they seemed the only certainties in life. Morality and ethicks were pointless words, leftovers from old wives tales and so called holy books.

Until one day I was smoking pot for the first time of my live with a friend. I donأ¢â‚¬â„¢t know what really happened that day but it was the scariest expierence of my life. I was convinced of being dead and in hell. The friend sitting next to me was the devil. Every move I made was anticipated. Every sentence had an answer ready before I could even complete it. I felt like a playball being psychologicly tortured for fun. And the fear was worse than any imaganable pain. I was told by my docter later that most likely LSD was sprayed on to the wheed. I had my urine tested but since it happened in the weekend and visited the docter on Monday, It was possible for the test to come out negetive even though it did had lsd on it . The test resut turned out negative, and the incertainty was killing me. For a month I slept with the lights on. I started to better my ways out of fear. As time went by, the fear diminished but the morality and ethicks kinda grew on me.

It took me about 3 years of self reflection and filosofising. But I was finally able to find answers to all me questions, basicly get things lined out once and for all so I wouldnأ¢â‚¬â„¢t have to bother myself with them anymore. I concluded to believe only in science as I have always done before. Basicly because I refused to believe science left any room for free will. An indispensable aspect of any religion containing words as hell and heaven, punishment and reward.

So I defined my personality disorder and found out the source of it on my own. Well at least, i had some clues. Memories of meself in the corridor of the house I grew up in looking at the bathroomdoor. Sounds of my mother and father strugeling. My mother screaming to my older sister: pick up that knife and get rid of it. Itأ¢â‚¬â„¢s funny how those memories came back. I can see myself standing in that corridor and know what is happening, but I canأ¢â‚¬â„¢t recal what I saw. I only see myself in 3th-person vieuw.

I alweys knew I was diffrent from everybody else and figured that finding out the cause of my problems would help me deal with it, solve the problem. But somehow that didnأ¢â‚¬â„¢t helped. I had everything figured out, but I was back at sqaure one, everything seemed pointless. And nobodyأ¢â‚¬â„¢s to be trusted. So I gave up the fight and continued life. Without realising it my morality diminished again. My life had no meaning. Trusted nobody nor anything exept for logics and science.

But then help came from an unexpected corner.In retrospect Iأ¢â‚¬â„¢d even say right before my point of vieuw would become problematic
23;62 On no soul do We place a burden greater than it can bear.
I was trying to bend my mind over the difficult theory of time traveling and einstein-rozenberg-bridges but it all didnأ¢â‚¬â„¢t make any sense. أ¢â‚¬ثœTill in very small amount of time a series of unrelated events, one after another seemed to point something out to me, It was as subtile touches pushing me towards a point of vieuw. At first I thought my paranoia was finaly getting to me, but then It finaly hit me, as if the puzzle came toghether: science doesnأ¢â‚¬â„¢t deny religion, no far from it, science needs religion to complete it. When I posted this on another forum Iأ¢â‚¬â„¢m active on, I was told of the miracels of the qurأ¢â‚¬â„¢an. How certain things wich were unknown in the time the quأ¢â‚¬â„¢ran was writen are in it. Being so fond of science this immediatly got my attention. So I started reading....

Seas of emotions went trough me as I was reading, I cried of sadness and laughed of joy, I felt safe and afraid at the same time. The words were so strong yet deliberating. So plaine yet ireplaceble in their sentences. At some times it even seemed as if the book interacted with my thoughts. No other then the creator of all things could have made sush a masterwork. I never knew religion could be this logical and rational. About a week and 15 soeraأ¢â‚¬â„¢s later I converted. I felt alive. I believed. I no longer mistrust. And my heart found piece as promised.
13;28 Who have believed and whose hearts have rest in the remembrance of Allah. Verily in the remembrance of Allah do hearts find rest!

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Maasha Allah excellent story.

[Aiman]

Here another one from now a sister in Islam

Science in the Qur'aan led her to Islam, maasha Allah.


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At the age of 20 I stopped calling myself Christian. I didn't know much about other world religions and spoke to friends about their beliefs.
Someone I knew gave me a book on Scientific revelations in the Quran. I was doing a degree in biology at the time.
They also gave me dawa leaflets. I was fascinated and took out a quran from the university library.
I knew after reading it 11/2 times I beleived in it and I went to a local Masjid where I took my shahada. It was the best day of my life.
This was in Cardiff. The sisters were so welcoming that I felt like I belonged straightaway.

All praise belongs to Allah who took me out of the dark confusion that Iwas in and guided me to the light.

[Aiman]

Here another one now sister in Islam

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Every Muslim has a story about their journey to Islam. Each one is interesting and curious to me. Allah truly guides who he wants and only who he wants. I feel so blessed to have been one of the chosen. Here is my story.

I always believed in one god. My entire life during hardship I asked god for help even as a child. I remember crying on my knees in the kitchen, screaming and crying all around me. I was praying for god to make it stop. Religion on the other hand never did make sense. The older I got the less it really made sense to me. People thinking they were the negotiator between you and god. I felt the same about Jesus peace be upon him. How does it work that this man would save us all from our sins? Why do we have the right to sin just because of him? I refused the bible in all of its versions. Believing something translated and rewritten so many times could not to be the real words of god. Around the age of fifteen I had given up on the idea of finding god.

Growing up my family was the average American family. Everyone I knew had similar problems growing up. My dad was a hardworking blue collar alcoholic. As time progressed his condition worsened so did his perversion. Sexual abuse, physical abuse, and fear made an imprint on my childhood that would reflect the rest of my life. He passed away when I was in the sixth grade. My parents had divorced by then. I was the youngest of eight children. My mother would go to work to support us and I was home alone a lot.

Here I was one of those kids who pull from society, who scare people when they walk into a room. I began wearing black clothing and the dark makeup. I listened to the gothic music and fantasized about death. Death seemed to be less of fear and more of solution to this growing problem. I felt alone all time, even around friends. I tried to fill the gap with cigarettes, then alcohol, sex, drugs and then anything that would take me from my own thoughts. I tried to kill myself at least fifteen times. No matter what I tried this pain inside of me never seemed to subside.

I was in college when I became pregnant with my son, I feared for my sonأ¢â‚¬â„¢s health and could not dream of giving him away. I worked endlessly to provide for my son. Squeezing all the pain and anger into my heart I changed my life some. By this time I trusted no one. Three years later, I started to date again. I got engaged. I truly wanted to have the something more. As with all of my past experiences my world came crashing down. I was 25 and pregnant with my daughter and ended the relationship with my fiancأƒآ© after he repeatedly cheated and physically hurt me. I had no idea what was next.

During this time I was working for a Pakistani guy who was Muslim. I never watched the news or even cared really what was going on. Being Muslim to me was no different than any other religion. As time moved on I became friends with several Muslim men. I began to notice something dramatically different. They had these unquestionable morals. A devotion to god in a way that required them to pray five times a day. Let alone the fact that they did not drink or do drugs. For my generation this was old school morals, maybe your grandparentأ¢â‚¬â„¢s might have fallowed.

When my daughter was born, you canأ¢â‚¬â„¢t imagine my surprise when one of these guys came in and brought gifts. I was shocked stupid he held her and spoke to her. I had never seen men behave this way over a baby. The kindness only increased with time over the next four months. I canأ¢â‚¬â„¢t express the love that was shown to us. Slowly my interest in their religion grew. I was curious as to what kind of religion could instill these kinds of values into people.

I was sharing a home with seven people when one night I decided to barrow my roommateأ¢â‚¬â„¢s computer. I was too afraid to offend my friends by asking them questions so I turned to the internet. The first site I opened was http:www.islam-brief-guide.org I was dumb founded. It was if a black cloth had been lifted from my body and I swear to you that I had never felt so close to Allah. Within twenty-four hours, I took my Shahadah. To this day the majority of my time is spent on research. For the first time in my life something had stopped the anger, and the pain. I truly felt the love and fear of Allah. Allah had replaced the pain inside of me with his light, and faith in him. Since my conversion, Allah has truly blessed me. Allah gave me the strength to quite smoking, drinking and have not used drugs in almost two years. I am married to a wonderful Muslim man. He has taken my children and made them ours. I have something that I always wanted a family. Al humd Allah.

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Islam is the only pure religion and the solution to the problems of this world.

O you slaves of Allah repent and stop following your desire and the wordly life of this Dunya (this world) it is not too late.

May Allah SWT guide us to the righteous path, Aamiin

[Steeler [Crawler2]]

"Every Muslim has a story about their journey to Islam. Each one is interesting and curious to me"

And here is how 99% of those stories go:

I was born into a Muslim family. From the time I was very young, I was taught to believe that there is only one true religion. I learned quickly that to even question that idea could lead to serious consequences. I was told repeatedly that non-Muslims are bad. At best they are misled, at worst they are under the influence of satan. I knew if I ever left the faith I would be rejected by my family. And if I lived in a place like Saudi Arabia or some other primative backwater, I might well be killed for apostacy. So, of course, I never entertained or even seriously researched other religions. That is how I came to Islam.

[Raven_Sky]

^^ I was born into a SOMALI family. From the time I was very young, I was taught to hate(issaq's).

[SoMaLiSiZz]

Bissmeallh w Asalam calaikom warxmatuallahw baraktuh

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