I am a fairly recent convert (or revert) to Islam.It was February 2010. I had read the Qur’an and felt it contained truth. I was taking an Arabic class at the senior center, there was a lecture on women in Islam, and the center was also sponsoring a field trip to three houses of worship, one of which was the largest mosque in San Antonio. How all of these elements came together I cannot explain, but as there are no coincidences in Islam, I know they were meant to be to bring me to Islam.
I decided to go on the field trip. We went in time for Juma’, the weekly Friday prayers. When we went into the masjid, I felt such a feeling of peace. And when the prayers began, the peace was nearly overwhelming. I felt has if I had come home.
I did not choose Islam; rather, Allah (swt) chose me to come to Islam. I decided that day that Islam was where I was supposed to be. Up to that time, I had been a devote Christian, but I have always been a spiritual seeker. Islam provided for me the spiritual path that I had been seeking for a long time.
After a year and a little as a Muslima, I know that I made the right choice for me. The changes I have had to make were not all that easy, but I stayed with it and eventually everything became as second nature to me. I have never been happier in my life, though my conversion has caused problems in my family. But I know it was the right thing to do for me.
This post is part of a month-long series, A-Z, that I am participating in for the month of April.
Very cool! Thanks for sharing.