Stories Of New Muslims

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  • Stories Of New Muslims

  • 4.Ms. Helena


    Growing up in a supposedly Christian, but in fact
    non-religious family, I never heard the name of God being uttered, I never saw
    anyone pray and I learned early on that the only reason for doing things was to
    benefit yourself. We celebrated Christmas, Easter, Mid-summer and All Saints
    Day and even though I never knew why, I never questioned it. It was part of
    being Swedish. As a Christian (protestant) you can go through something called
    confirmation when you are about 15 years of age. This is meant to be a class to
    take to learn about your religion and then confirm your belief. I wanted to do
    this to learn about Christianity so I was signed up for this 3-week camp which
    was a combined golf-and confirmation camp. In the mornings we had classes with
    a senile priest and our thoughts wandered off to the upcoming game of golf. I
    didn't learn anything.

    I went through
    high-school with a breeze. I felt that nothing could harm me. My grades were
    the best possible and my self confidence was at the top. Religion never came to
    my mind. I was doing just fine. Everyone I knew that was "religious"
    had found "the light" after being either depressed or very sick and
    they said that they needed Jesus in their life to be able to live on. I felt
    that I could do anything that I put my mind to and that religion only was an
    excuse to hide from reality.

    In college, I started
    thinking about the meaning of life. I had a hard time accepting any religion
    because of all the wars and problems relating to them. I made up my own
    philosophy. I was convinced that some form of power created everything but I
    couldn't say that it was God. God for me was the Christian image of an old man
    with a long white beard and I knew that an old man could not have created the
    universe! I believed in a life after death because I just couldn't believe that
    justice wouldn't be served. I also believed that everything happens for a
    reason. Due to my background and schooling I was fooled to believe in Darwin's
    theory, since it is taught as a fact. The more I thought about the meaning of
    life, the more depressed I became, and I felt that this life is like a prison.
    I lost most of my appetite for life.

    I knew a lot about
    Buddhism and Hinduism since I was interested in these things in school. We
    learned in detail about their way of thinking and worship. I didn't know
    anything about Islam. I remember my high-school textbook in Religion showing
    how Muslims pray. It was like a cartoon strip to show the movements but I
    didn't learn about the belief. I was fed all the propaganda through mass media
    and I was convinced that all Muslim men oppressed their wives and hit their
    children. They were all violent and didn't hesitate to kill.

    In my last year of
    college I had a big passion for science and I was ready to hit the working
    scene. An international career or at least some international experience was
    needed to improve my English and get an advantage over fellow job hunters. I
    ended up in Boston and was faced with four Muslims. At that point I didn't know
    who Muhammad was and I didn't know that Allah was the same god as
    "God". I started asking questions and reading books, but most
    importantly, I started socializing with Muslims. I never had any friends from
    another country before (let alone another religion). All the people that I knew
    were Swedish. The Muslims that I met were wonderful people. They accepted me
    right away and they never forced anything on me. They were more generous to me
    than my own family. Islam seemed to be a good system of life and I acknowledged
    the structure and stability it provided but I was not convinced it was for me.
    One of my problems was that science contradicted religion (at least from what I
    knew about Christianity). I read the book "The Bible, The Quran and
    Science" by Maurice Bucaille and all of my scientific questions were
    answered! Here was a religion that was in line with modern science. I felt
    excited but it was still not in my heart.

    I had a period of brain
    storming when I was thinking over all the new things I learnt. I felt my heart
    softening and I tried to imagine a life as a Muslim. I saw a humble life full
    of honesty, generosity, stability, peace, respect and kindness. Most of all I
    saw a life with a MEANING. I knew I had to let go of my ego and humble myself
    before something much more powerful than myself.

    Twice, I was asked the
    question "What is stopping you from becoming Muslim?” The first time I
    panicked and my brain was blocked. The second time I thought for awhile to come
    up with any excuse. There was none so I said the
    shahada, Al-Hamdulillah.




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