When I was a young teen, I
was a unholy terror. I would smoke (marijuana and cigarettes), do drugs, drink
alcohol, and of course, I rejected any idea of a divine being. Not only that,
I was a notorious thief. I commited grand larceny at stores, robbed from old
people's houses, and used the earnings to buy drugs. At 14, I was no longer a
virgin, and had commited every kind of zina with boys and girls.
I often wonder why Allah
picked me out of all the people in the world to be Muslim. I did not deserve
his graces, but in all honesty, who does?
It was during the summer of
1996 that I first became aware of Allah(swt) and his Prophet(pbuh). I had
heard the name Muhammad before, but just thought it was a silly name that
Arabs used. Interested in finding out about the religion, I absorbed all the
books I could find on the subject. My lifestyle, however, did not leave room
for morality, so I shelved it and tried to ignore it. I could not, however.
Allah had chosen me, and who was I to resist? That year, November 11th, I said
the Shahada in front of my newfound brothers and sisters. As I mouthed the
Arab words after the Imam, I watched in fascination as tears rolled down the
cheeks of full-grown Muslim men. What manner of religion had I joined, I
wondered, that it meant so much to it's adherents?
All praise is due to Allah,
as time passed, I managed to quit the drugs, to quit cigarettes and booze, and
also dating. I do not even consider taking what I have not earned now. I
deserved to be punished for what I did in the past, but I was not, and all my
sins were expiated when I became a Muslim. Allah guides me tenderly on his
path, even though I am as stubborn as a mule.
Like all converts, I
immediately became sectarian, and wanted to submerge myself in "Islamic
culture" by dressing in thoub, kufi, and arguing points of Islamic fiqh
(jurisprudence), even though I did not know the first thing about it. With
time and the mercy of Allah, I finally saw past all this, hamdullah, and
realized that I know ZILCH! It is only by grace that I am still a Muslim
today. Nothing that I ever did helped. It was always Allah(swt). As the months
passed, my love for my brothers and sisters became thicker than blood. It is a
love peculiar to Islam, an almost unspeakable love that tugs at the heart.
When you give yourself in submission to Allah, Islam becomes more than just
religion. It becomes life!
At first, it was hard to pray
five times a day, and like a lot of Muslims, I would skip one or more of them
every day. This was because I had an immature understanding of Ihsan, and very
little taqwa(love for Allah(swt)).
In 1999, I was diagnosed with
Leukemia, and then I had to really struggle with my beliefs. Hamdullah, just
recently the whole ordeal ended, and I am on the fast track to normal health
again. However, in that space of time I transformed, and learned to really
love and fear Allah(swt). My ihsan deepened, and I became much more aware of
the reality of Allah's existence. I see now the true and everlasting miracle
from Allah contained in his Qur'an, and out of awe it is no longer hard for me
to pray five times a day without fail.
I know that this was supposed
to be a conversion story, but Islam does not end after Shahada. Islam is a
beginning that keeps on beginning. For me it provides a fresh new surprise
around every turn. I hope that those who read this will feel the same way, and
that they will embrace Islam, excited at the wonderful prospects it has to
offer them. It is not just the best of the next world, but also this one. I
pray that I will die pleasing in Allah's sight. I pray also that all my
brothers and sisters will too.
May Allah pour his blessings
on all of you.