Assalaamu alaikum Warahmatullahi wabarakatuh sisters

I grew up in a Christian family (Ukrainian background ) with a lovely mother and father and one older sister. Alhamdulilah, May Allah guide them to Islam one day if he wills-Aameen.

My father always used to take me to Church as a kid. I would attend Sunday school at the church and other than that really only went to church for Christmas and for the plays. I never connected with the religion and noticed a lot of people saying they were Christian’s and religious people but doing horrible things. And I had a lot of questions that could never be answered even as a kid.

Salams my name is Andrea and I have taken my shahada on Tuesday of this week (31 December 2020). The whole week prior to going to the mosque I was driving past the mosque daily because I live close to it and every time I passed I would cry or want to go in but was afraid of not being accepted for some strange reason. For many years I was a Christian and my whole family is Christian for me to tell anyone that I wanted to become a Muslim was extremely hard. My grandfather was a pastor for many years, and my father is a deacon so I spent my whole life in the church where I didn’t feel I fit in.

I wanted to share my revert story of how I came back to Islam or rather how Islam was
reaffirmed in my heart. I have had twenty years of exposure to this beautiful religion ever
since my older sister converted then. When I would visit her I would sit back and be a third
party witness to the daily dedication of prayer, how she would share common beautiful
greetings with fellow muslims such as salaams, inshallah, mashallah and how she would cover
herself and be modest in public. As years went by I became more and more interested in
learning about Islam and would read a bit on it each year and educate myself without telling
anyone I was doing so and sometimes would shock my sister when I knew information on a
topic that would come up in conversation when visiting her.

Bismillah,

Assalaamu alaikum wa ramatullah wa barakatu,
I would like to take the opportunity to share with you *My Journey to Islam* and I feel that by sharing this experience with you I could possibly help you on your journey through life.

We are all born into different cultures, countries and religions in what often seems a confusing and troubled world. Actually, when we examine the world around us, we can easily see what a troubled state it is in: war, poverty, crime and biggest of all Corruption.  Need I go on? So, when we look at our own upbringing and our education, how can we be sure that all the things that we have been told, are in reality the truth? Unfortunately, most people in the world choose to turn a blind eye to the root cause of worlds’ problems, and live the life for the worldly pleasures.

So it all started with my husband in 2016, 6 months after being married in the Catholic Church. We were secular Catholics at best. My husband had gotten into difficulties at his job and was forced to look for new work. Alhamdulillah he found a job quickly. Within the first week of his new job he was asked to travel up north with his new manager for a business trip. The drive was 10 hrs long and on the way they spoke of many things and eventually got to the topic of religion. The manager told some stories of the prophets and my husband was quite interested since he knew many of the stories.

My Revert Story

(for those of you who want a long one)

If you ever needed proof that there is a God, this is the story!

This story starts with a Canadian girl in her early 20’s. I loved all things prohibited by Islam. I loved tattoos to the point that I was getting a new one every week, Trap music & Metal and By Allah I loved moslon Canadian a little more than I should have.

My 23rd birthday was fast approaching and as usual the plan was to get wreckkked. Plastered. Wasted. At the local bar that was down the steeet from my apartment with my boyfriend (now husband)

Romper Room’s ‘Miss Fran’

Sinead O’Connor

Growing up across the street from a masjid, I was always aware of Islam. I remember as a child watching all the Muslims in my neighbourhood walk to Jummah prayer on Fridays. But I didn’t actually begin to ask questions about Islam until I was in high school when I started making more Muslim friends.

Bismillah.

I was raised as a Christian. I grew up celebrating Christmas and Easter, and going to church on and off during certain periods of my life. There were times when I detested going to church because I thought it was BORING, and there were times when I went to church because I had a genuine curiosity about The Bible. My curiosity about The Bible wasn’t a sincere curiosity about the religion of Christianity or even about God. Now that I reflect, I was just interested in the stories of The Bible. I remember at around age 10, my family wasn’t attending church and I felt left out in school when other children would talk about the Bible stories they learned in Sunday school.