Stories Of New Muslims

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  • Stories Of New Muslims

  • Mr. Malik Hassan


    Oct. 23rd, 1996. Assalamalaikum
    brothers and sisters and non-Muslims.

    First off all, I would like to start by
    saying that this true story is not for my own fame or admiration but for the
    sake of my Lord and your Lord Allah. All praises due to Allah, the Lord of the
    worlds, the Beneficent, the Merciful Owner of the day of judgement. I would
    like to repeat to you something I heard: the journey of a thousand miles has to
    start with the first step and this is the first part of my journey.

    My name is Malik
    Mohammed Hassan and I have recently converted to Islam. When I was in junior
    high school I was first introduced to Islam by reading the book Roots by Alex
    Haley. It taught me a little bit about the strong will that most Muslims
    possess, myself included. It also introduced me to Allah. I had never heard of
    Allah in his real form until I read that book and I was very curious. I then
    started reading about The Nation Of Islam (specifically Malcolm X) and it
    fascinated me how devoted he was to Allah, especially after he left the self
    serving Nation Of Islam. Reading about Malcolm made me think about a God who
    (for a change) did not have any physical form or limitations and, being a
    totally blind person, it made me relate to these people: the people who Malcolm
    and Haley referred to as Muslims. I continued reading what I could about Islam
    which wasn't as much as it should have been. My reading material was very
    limited because like I said above: I am a totally blind person and the material
    available about Islam in Braille or on tape was not only very little, but also
    very general. I believe the reason was that the material that I had access to
    wasn't written by Muslims and it kind of painted a dark picture of Islam. I
    think most of the literature written by Christians or non-Muslims about Islam
    tends to do that most of the time. And I didn't know that their were even
    Muslims in Halifax so I obviously didn't know any. I didn't even know about the
    local Islamic association until I was already a Muslim.

    So, I read what I could
    until my first year out of high school around the month of May, 1996, when I
    received a phone call asking me if I wanted to participate in a camp for blind
    and visually impaired people known throughout Canada as Score. I agreed and
    sent them a resume and praise be to Allah I was excepted for work. At first I
    really didn't want to go but something kept telling me it would be a good idea
    if I went. So, on June 30th 1996 I boarded a plane from Nova Scotia to Toronto
    and took my last trip as a non-Muslim; I just didn't know it yet.

    I got to Toronto and
    everything at first was pretty normal... It was on the second day that I was
    there when the journey of a thousand miles first started. I arrived on a Sunday
    and on the next day I met the person who Allah would use with His divine power
    to help guide me to the beautiful Religion of Islam. I met a sister named
    Rizvana and if she reads this I hope she doesn't get mad at me for using her
    name. When I met her, I immediately wanted to talk to her because I liked her
    name. I asked her of what origin her name was and she told me that it was
    Arabic; so I asked her if she was Muslim and she replied with the answer of
    yes. I immediately started telling her what I already knew about Islam which
    lasted about ten seconds. I started asking her
    questions and also asking her to talk to me about Islam.

    One particular incident
    that comes to my mind is when all of the workers at the camp went to a baseball
    game and the sister and I started talking about Islam and missed pretty much
    the whole game. Well, anyway, we talked for about three, maybe four days on and
    off about Islam and on July the fifth if my memory doesn't fail me I became a
    Muslim. My life has been totally different ever since. I look at things very
    differently than I used to and I finally feel like I belong to a family. All
    Muslims are brothers and sisters in Islam so I could say that I have
    approximately 1.2 billion brothers and sisters all of whom I'm proud to be
    related to. I finally know what it feels like to be humble and to worship a God
    that I don't have to see.

    For any non-Muslim
    reading this just look at it this way. It's good to learn, but you never know
    when you will be tested and if you're not in the class at the time of the final
    exam no matter how much you know you'll never get any credit. So like I said
    it's good to learn but if you want to get credit sign up for the class. In
    other words, declare
    Shehada (testimony to faith) and let Allah teach you everything you need to
    know. Believe me the reward is worth it. You could say the reward is literally

    If any good comes out
    of this story all the credit is due to Allah; only the mistakes are my own. I
    would like to mention a part of a hadith that has had a great effect on me and
    that is: "Worship Allah as if you see him and if you don't see him, know
    that he sees you." - Sahih Muslim, Volume 1, Number 1


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