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Our stories is a page dedicated to the stories of our sisters and brothers, and their journey's to Islam. May their lives me blessed with peace and mercy from Allah.

Life is like a journey. Each choice that we make is like taking a new path. No matter what kind of journey took us to Islam, Allah has blessed us and shone us the straight path. Praise be to Allah for lighting our path. Allah Akbar!  

Submitted December 23, 2008
As-Salamu 'Alikum

I am Abda 'llah, I was born to parents who conceived me but threw me away because of their immoral relationship.  I was adopted by a family and raised as Bryan D'Mon Bundrige.  My parents faith was Christian (Jehovah's Witnesses).    I was beat with many different instruments of torture; extensions cords, belts, plastic baseball bats, fists.  During those beatings I was bound and gagged.  My mother claimed that the bible stated 'spare not the rod from the young child...' and that was all the justification she needed to be as violent as she was when disciplining us.  We never celebrated holidays/birthdays, we were not allowed to play sports, we had no friends because of our mother's control and her religious spoutings. Then I started to discover some inconsistencies in what was being taught.  This was around my pre-adult years.  I joined the military and tried another Christian faith only to find more disappointment in the preachings of Christian teachers.  For many years, I stopped praying, attending services, etc.  While I did not openly deny God, I believed then that there was no way I was ever going to see paradise (heaven) because I was so far gone from the spiritual influence. 

I married the first woman that gave me attention, but that ended after a couple of months.  I had a string of relations, I drank, I even committed adultery before my second marriage and during my second marriage.  My second marriage was another joke to my ex-spouse because she allowed our marriage to be influenced by her racially prejudice family.  This resulted in her taking birth control without my knowledge denying me of the gift of fatherhood.  This all done while we were posing as teachers and senior advisory members of a local church.  After our divorce and the shunning that the church community gave me, I started self-instruction with the bible.

However, reading through the bible I began to find inconsistencies in its various translations.  Serious inconsistencies.  You see I was raised to believe by one translation that God and Jesus were separate.  Other translations stated God and Jesus were One (the same).  There was also the instructions that teachers of God's word were not to take money from those they instructed but one cannot find a church in the US where the tithe is not apportioned to the salary of the head teacher there.  There were also the instructions that to completely serve God man or woman should not marry but God stated during creation of earth, man and woman that 'man should not live alone thus God created a companion...'  I joined a new church but found that hypocrisy was a major player within the church.  People were not being as charitable as the the bible teaches even to the point that when I was out of work my church made me fill out an income statement to determine if I was needy even after I showed the letter from my former employer stating clearly that I was discharged only because of force reduction not because of performance or violations of company policies.  No one from the circle which I belonged to truly reached out to help me.  I became ashamed.  I prayed constantly then for God to help me.

This all occurred between 1999 to 2005.  In 2006, I was offered a job in Kuwait.  I took it and shortly after arriving I noticed that the promises made by my church to support my spiritual needs while I was abroad.  I also noticed that the "Christians" here in Kuwait did not even inquire or extend any assistance to keep me grounded in faith.  I often wondered why God brought me to Kuwait but still had not come up with an answer.  I married again or played at marriage one more time in 2007 only to find out that my wallet was the only link she and I shared.  All and all I have had 12 relationships, 3 marriages, and several adulterous encounters that have all been complete failures in my life.

Through out my time here in Kuwait, I read over Islamic readings, descriptions, etc.  I soon began to find similarities in how I believed and what was written in the Quran.  On October 22, 2008 I finally took the step of converting to Islam.  Since that day I have found that my life is calmer.  There is no internal conflict with my beliefs and my faith.  I am still learning many things about Islam but I can honestly say that I enjoy my Muslim life.

Al-Hamdu lillaahi Rabbil Aalamiiin for leading me back to the true way to live, worship, and obey.

Shukran for your time, As-Salamu 'Alikum

Abda 'llah

Hana's Story
Submitted May 29, 2008

Assalam alaikum
my name is Hana' Zahra im 16 years old and this is my convertion story:

i grew up with an alcoholic father who also was a child molester all through my child hood and my teens i resented GOD for letting all of this happen to me. my teens were very hard i was anti God i guess you could say i worshiped the devil i hated God for the longset time. then one day i was online talking in chat rooms and i met a guy he was pretty kool he loved talk to me about the issues i was haveing. i was 16 at the time and had no idea who he was i just liked talk to someone about everything in my life. one day he was very distracted i asked him what he was doing he said he was in a chat room i was like well invite me then. he told me it would confud=se me and i wouldnt understand it he said he was listening ot a lecture. i was like i dont care invite me to the room. he did and then i realized me was muslim i was like ok cool. i sat and listened to the lecture and asked questions while i was listening and then one part stood out to me it was talking about why God let bad things happen to people. i then new that i wanted to be close to God. i kept comming back to the chat room for about a month and learning the secretly i decided i wanted to convert to islam. i had fallen inlove with allah and with islam. when i told my friends in the room they were very haqppy for me. i kept learning till April 10, 2008 when i took shahada im still learning now and my life is very hard still in homeless right now but allah is helping me to have the strength to get through this. i still have sxo much to learn and i have found some wonderful sisters in my city who are helping so much with mystudies. even though im homeless i have never been more happy in my life because i no that allah is watching and will take care of me inshallah everything will turn out. sense my convertion i have found a happyness that i never knew before. i have found the truth.


your truly
Hana' Zahra


Submitted October 11, 2007

Bismi Allahi Ar-Rahman Ar-Rahim

Here is the story on my journey on finding Islam and Allah...
I grew up Catholic. I was baptized when I was born, made my confession,
communion, and my confirmation. My family was not the most religious, but they made sure I received my sacraments.

My mother went to Catholic schools as a child. When she met my father, he was going through a divorce and had a son. In the religion of Catholicism, if you marry someone after they have been divorced and they did not receive an annulment from their first
marriage, you are not married. My parents were forced to get married at a Protestant
church and my dad never got his annulment until I was 17 years old. The Catholic Church considered me a bastard child, because of this for many years. However, a priest
had mercy on my mother a
nd let me be a catholic and make all of my sacraments.
Through my childhood, which I do not really consider it to be an actual childhood, I never got to be one. I grew up and saw things and experienced things that no child should go through. I was sexually abused by an older cousin, physically abused by Maternal
Grandmother and Mother, along with years of emotional abuse, by just about everyone else. The only woman who loved me was my Godmother, (Whom I was named after) she passed away when I was 2.5 years old. She was glue that held my family together. After she was gone, my family fell apart.

Little by little...during the bad times I would always talk to God, Sometimes I would beg for him to take me to heaven, just take away the pain. Several times I tried to get myself home to him. I just wanted to get away from all the bad things. There has been SOOOO SOOOOO many TERRIBLE and UNBELIEVABLE things that happened in my
life, it would be a novel, so I am just giving you the VERY brief version.

As I got older, my faith faded. When I lost my twins, I really started to believe
there was no God. The bible had never made sense to me, how can something written and rewritten by so many people be the true and genuine words of God?? So I stopped going to church.

When my son was born, I was a single mother and baptized him, because I thought that
was the thing to do. Then when I had my daughter, I baptized her as well; my husband wasn't too excited about it, but he did it for me because he knew that it
meant allot to me. After the baptism of my daughter, I never
stepped into a church again.

Where we are living there is allot of Muslim families. I would say that at least a quarter of the apartment complex is Muslim. I was always looking at them and wondered about them. Because of 9-11 the view of all Islam is bleak. Muslims are all verbally battered and mistreated for the actions of a tiny percentage of people that called themselves Muslims. I had noticed that these Muslims were doing no harm, living peaceful lives, seem very forgiving, loving, kind. They were just as sorrowful as everyone else that 9-11 had accrued. It has marred their religion of peace and good-deeds forever.

So as I was saying, I watched as the Muslim families all around would talk and take care of each other. If I needed anything, they would be right there for me and my family, even though I was not a Muslim. I wondered how anyone could be so cruel to such wonderful people...So I started reading the Quran, studying on the internet, asking questions to my upstairs neighbors who let me join in prayer and gave me allot of books to read. My other neighbor across from me who is also an American convert, approached me by saying Congratulations...She knew I was going to convert soon. She also offered me more books, more information.

 Everyday my belief in God came back to me more and more. The word of God finally made sense!! My heart started to over flow with love, commitment and joy a freedom of happiness that I never felt before. Before I knew it I had a new wardrobe of scarves and little things here and there that meant the world to me. I am of a low income family...having the tools to be a muslimah meant the world to me and still does!! I knocked on the door to my upstairs neighbors and said that I was ready to take my shahadah. I and My son took it together in front of my neighbors. But they insisted that we said it again at the Islamic Center in front of the others at mosque. I was so afraid and nervous because I thought that I would not be welcome. I was so surprised when everyone started congratulating me and I got kisses and handshakes and hugs and congratulations sister from complete strangers.

 I know and feel now Allah is always with me and my angels are there to protect me. All praise be to Allah for opening my eyes and leading me to the straight path. All praise be to Allah for sending these good people to help me along my journey. I also thank everyone who got me to where I am, god willing they will be with me on my journey of Faith, Love, Prayer and religion. I know we will all be in paradise together one day...I love you all so much and thank you with all my heart.

Assalam Alaikum


From darkness to Light
Ibrahim S's Story

Bismi Allahi Ar-Rahman Ar-Rahim
(In the Name of Allah, The Most Gracious, The Most Merciful)

While I was attending Phoenix College a question came to my mind and it was, “Why Am I a Christian?” Now, please understand this, I am not a Nationalist, or racist, so just bare with me. I have always known that Christianity has been forced upon my people (i.e. African slaves who have evolved to be African Americans) before coming to the “Land of the Free” from watching documentaries, movies, etc so why am I following this way? This was something that I just started seriously thinking about. My father once said to me, “ How can Christians say that they are Christians while after going to Sunday Church and asking God for forgiveness for their sins, then come back the next day and treat our people they way they did?” So with this I understood that I was a christian only because it was taught to me since I was little. No proof was there to look at for me to be convinced that this was the truth. This act was merely me following my forefathers blindly.
“Nay! They say: “We found our fathers following a certain way and religion, and we guide ourselves by their footsteps.”(Chapter Az-Zukhruf verse 22)
  Keep in mind, my father (May Allaah SWT guide him, ameen) does not have a religion that he follows but he believes that God exists; yet I was still sent to “Sunday School” as a child. Maybe this had to do with the choice from my mother (May Allaah SWT guide her ameen), who is a catholic. Also keep in mind that I wasn’t too much of a “practicing” christian, nor was I studious in it. I basically just stuck with the “Jesus loves me” and “Jesus died for my sins” concept and tried my best to be a good person.
Abu Hurairah (ra) reported Prophet Muhammad (peace and prayers be upon him as saying, “Every child is born on the fitrah (i.e.Muslim) and it is his parents who make him a christian or a jew,,,,”(Al-Muwatta 16.53)

Anyway, when my father mentioned that statement to me, I had nothing to say in return.

Now, just from this, doubt set in about the religion of Christianity. I also read some information regarding the Creed of Nicea. Roman Emperor Constantine and his members got together and decided on their own that Prophet Jesus (peace be upon him) was divine, yet Jesus (peace be upon him) never said this himself. For me, I didn’t think that Jesus (peace be upon him) was God. I have always thought that they were separate. Honestly, they say one must pray through Jesus (peace be upon him) to get to the Father, but I did this only a few times in my life. 95% of the time, I prayed directly to God. Moreover, this was some scriptural confusion that only led to me doubting this religion even more, to the point I started feeling stressed out.
            As I sat in the deep thoughts of confusion regarding Christianity the pains of my heart suffered dramatically. My nerves ready to burst, stress dominating my mind. Belief should not consist of any doubt. It is 100% confidence that what one believes in is correct. This was not the feeling that I had any more. Depression set in. Fear set in! The Whispers of Shaiton (Satan) attacked me from left and right. I would say to myself, “What if I die not believing that Jesus died for my sins? Would God be pleased with me?!” Tears began to fall like rivers down my face heavily. The pain from confusion broke me apart! Who did I take my problem to? My father!? No! My Mother!? No! My brother, sister (May Allaah SWT guide them all, ameen)! No! I took this weighty problem of my soul to The One Who created it. God!  I made a very sincere supplication to Him saying,
“O, God! I am so confused and I don’t know what to do! I seek Your help! Guide me to what You want me to follow. I will not listen to the words of men. I Put my trust in You and only You.”

Crash: Turning Point
           Later on that week, I was running late for basketball practice at Phoenix College, so I tried getting on the freeway to speed things up. I’m on it, driving about 60mph in the carpool lane (even though I was the only one in the car) and there were 2 cars ahead of me. All of a sudden I noticed the car in front of me slammed on its breaks! So I slammed on mine! I slid all the way to the car in front of me but not hitting it. Phew! Then another shock occurred. A car appeared out of no where like a sniper’s bullet on my rear side, driving about 45 to 50mph. BOOM! I’m hit! The car in front of me is hit! I’m feeling ok, no one was seriously injured, to my knowledge. They say that whiplash pain usually comes the next day after such an event takes place. Unfortunately, I didn’t make it for basketball practice that day due to the accident. Also when I woke up the next day to attend practice, I felt pain in my lower back.
I went to the trainer because the pain was intense and annoying. The trainer would lay me on my stomach and feel on my back (i.e. spine) down to my tailbone area to see what places caused discomfort to me. I told the trainer what spots bothered me. Every morning I had to come in, lay on my stomach with a heating pad on it; try to practice, then after that come back and have an electric pulse massager connected to my back to relieve me of some pain, ice my back, then go to class. Unfortunately, some bad news was told to me. The trainer said that I have a “bruised vertebrae in my tailbone area.” A specialist agreed with the trainer and he (i.e. the specialist) added that I had a “rotated pelvis” as well. Ouch! Rehab was a must for me, but God had other plans for me.
Now being on campus I went to the College Library where I would use the internet. Now keep in mind, at this time I was still thinking about my ancestry, so guess what? That led me to take an interest in a sect of Islaam called “The Nation of Islam”. My barber (in the past) was from N.O.I. and he mentioned The Qur’aan to me. He was telling me how our people worshipped Allaah before coming into slavery, and how Allaah sent Elijah Muhammad to teach us about Islaam in America.
 “Muhammad(peace and blessings be upon him) is not the father of any of your men, but he is the Messenger of Allaah and the last(end) of the Prophets. And Allaah is Ever All-Awar of everything” (Chapter Al-Ahzab verse 40)
  So I decided to check this group out using yahoo searches. In this sect they teach a lot about how “special” African American people are. I saw so much emphasis. “The black man is the original man” and that “white people are the devils.” This is what I was reading in their book by Elijah Muhammad “Message to the Blackman”. This book would build the spirit of a black male or female without doubt, but at the same time it promotes Nationalism, Racism, and Shirk (adding partners to Allaah) to the utmost degree. I read that they believe that a “Big Headed Scientist” created the white race (1)! This was complete nonsense and it didn’t make sense to me.  Good thing God led me to someone who knew about this sect plus more.
“O mankind! We have created you from a male and a female, and made you into nations and tribes, that you may know one another. Verily, the most honorable of you with Allaah is that(believer) who has At-Taqwa{i.e. He is one of the pious.} Verily, Allaah is All-Knowing, All-Aware.”(Chapter Al-Hujurat verse 13)
Turning Point # 2
“ ..He whom Allaah guides, he is the rightly guided….” (Chapter The Cave, verse 17)
One day I was coming to the campus after hanging out with a friend and as we were walking my friend started talking with some guy out of no where. He wore a white dress shirt with slacks and I didn’t really pay him too much attention until he said, “I am a muslim.” I don’t know what my friend said to him to make him say that but it definitely caught my attention. I asked him about Islaam. He said, “Meet me back here tomorrow. I will bring you some Information.”
Am I Blind Following?
That day came, we met at the same place, and he gave me da’wah (i.e. calling me to Islaam). He understood that I was christian influenced, so he brought some information regarding Jesus (peace be upon him) and contradictions in the bible. He asked me,
“The Christians say that the bible is the Word of God, so should there be any contradictions (i.e. errors) in it?
I said, “No, of course not.” So he showed them to me.(2) He also showed me scientific evidences which COULD NOT BE KNOWN by a man 1500 years ago while modern scientists have just learn about these discoveries about 100 years ago!(3)For example, Embryology and knowledge of the Oceans(Atlantic Ocean and the Mediterranean sea)etc.
“Do they not then consider the Qur’aan carefully? Had it been from other than Allaah, they would have found therein many a contradiction.”(Chapter An-Nisaa verse 82)
“O mankind! If you are in doubt about the Resurrection, then verily We have created you(i.e. Adam) from dust, then from a Nutfah (mixed drops of male and female sexual discharge i.e. the offspring of Adam), then from a clot(a piece of thick coagulated blood) then from a little lump of flesh, some formed and some unformed(as in the case of miscarriage)- that We may make(it) clear to you(i.e. to show you Our power and Ability to do what We will.)…..”(Chapter Hajj verse 5)
“And it is He Who has let free the two seas (kinds of water): this is palatable and sweet, and that is salt and bitter; and He has set a barrier and a complete partition between them.”(Chapter Al-Furqan verse53)
Now after this great, influential conversation built upon proofs by this muslim man, I found myself motivated and enthusiastically coming to Phoenix College only to read Al Qur’aan in the library where I would spend most of my time. I could not stop reading this Great Book. Class time would come up, yet I didn’t feel the need to go to that class because I was reading Al Qur’aan or I would show up late. That muslim brother ended up leading me to Islaam, Walhumdulillaah (and All praise be to Allaah). I took my shahadah(testification of faith) just 3 weeks since hearing about Islaam through this muslim man after being a so called Christian for 18 and a half years. This led to me becoming a muslim on Friday, Jummu’ah prayer.  When I received my first Qur’aan, I would spend most of my time in my room, in seclusion, reading until I fell asleep. I would then wake up about 5-6am just to continue reading it. I recognized my priorities have changed. I was seeking an athletic full scholarship to a University with my talent with basketball. I was being recruited by the University of Miami, Eastern Michigan, and other schools but this was put to an end with my injury. Now I am seeking to get closer to Allaah SWT and His Messenger(peace and prayers be upon him) by following The Qur’aan and The Authentic Sunnah(way) of Prophet Muhammad(peace and prayers be upon him) and the way of his Sahabah (i.e. Companions){May Allaah SWT be pleased with them all}
 “,, Whoever disbelieves in Taghut(i.e. false deities, idols, stones, sun, stars, angles, human beings, rulers, etc) and believes in Allaah, then he has grasped the most trustworthy handhold that will never break. And Allaah is All-Hearer, All-Knowing.” (Chapter Al-Baqarah verse 256)
Remember when I asked Him sincerely…,
“O, God! I am so confused and I don’t know what to do! I seek Your help! Guide me to what You want me to follow. I will not listen to the words of men. I Put my trust in You and only You.”
Allaah Glory and Praise be to Him says,
“… I respond to the supplicant when he calls on Me(without any mediator or intercessor). So let them obey Me and believe in Me, so that they may be led aright.”(Chapter Al-Baqarah verse 186)
“Allaah is the Wali(Protector or Guardian) of those who believe. He brings them out from darkness into Light. But as for those who disbelieve, their Auliya(supporters and helpers) are Taghut{False deities and false leaders}, they bring them out from light into darkness. Those are the dwellers of the Fire, and they will abide therein forever.”


Ayesha Akilah Anwar's
Story Submitted February 28, 2005

Bismi Allahi Ar-Rahman Ar-Rahim

My conversion to Islam is a long story but insha'Allah you will find it interesting. I was born Abigail Gerlinde Alexander in Clifton in South Africa to my German-Afrikaner parents Leesa and Cliff, where I was affectionately known as Abi by my friends and close family.

When I was 3 years old my mum had a little girl called Hennah Athena Leesa, my sister. I love Hennah more than anyone, we're quite close. Then my father announced his intentions to find work abroad as SA was becoming more and more black orientated. He found a job in the UK working for the UK foreign office. We moved about 6 weeks after he got the job so we knew it was permanent.

I finished primary school in 1999 when I was 11 and I started secondary school which I loved. It was September 1999 when I lost my virginity, I always looked older than I was and I caught the attention of this boy called Phil who was 16 and doing his GCSE's. He was absolutely (gorgeous and we started dating and he persuaded me to have sex with him. He was gentle from what I remember of it (which isn't very much) but as a result I fell pregnant. Had I known that was going to happen I never would have agreed to have had sex with him but my daughter Thalia was conceived that night. He abandoned me after he discovered my pregnancy. I didn't blame him, I wanted to run away too but I knew I couldn't, I had to be a good mum to my daughter who was born Thalia Maria Adelaide Alexander on December 20th 1999 and she was at home by Christmas. She was such a quiet little baby and she's grown up into a gorgeous toddler.

When I was 13, I went back to school full time, leaving Thalia in the care of my mother who had given birth to her own little boy, Geronimo or Gio as she prefers to call him. I missed being around Thalia and would race home to see her, she was and always is my precious little girl. Anyway, my father announced we were to move to Kuwait for 6 months, I was glad at that cos then at least Phil would leave me alone. Thalia was really good on the flight over, I had to wear a hijab to school and cover myself right up but I was glad I wasn't asked to wear a face veil, cos at that time I would have found it too constricting.

When I was at school, I met this wonderful young man called Fadi who was just graduating, he was in his last year and his family owned one of the biggest oil companies in Kuwait. His father had also been a veteran of the Gulf War. We got talking and we were soon good friends. I wasn't sure whether or not to tell him about Thalia or not, but I took my chance and, alhamdulillah, he asked to meet her. I told my parents about him, and they said he was the son of my dad's boss which made me feel nervous about meeting them but they were so nice, his father's called Ghalib and his mother's called Amina, he has two sisters (my in-laws) called Frezana and Zahrah and four brothers, Ahmed, Hussein, Muhammad and Ali. He introduced me to Islam in a passing conversation. At the time I had been Catholic but had lapsed for many years in my faith, at first it had just been subtle things that he was doing, like always mentioning Allah, and then praying when the adhan sounded. I was confused by it all at first but then I realized God was calling me. Maybe it was young, being just 14 to convert but I knew I had come home. Even though I had Thalia "a bastard child" Fadi accepted her as his own, it was 2 months after my conversion that he asked me to marry him. I declined him but I made him promise to keep in touch with me.

I went back to the UK, celebrated Thalia's 3rd birthday and tried to explain my new found faith to my parents, they didn't understand, nor was I expecting them to. Hennah took an interest, but more out of fascination than genuine curiosity. I decided that Thalia was going to be brought up as a Muslim too, my parents didn't approve of this at all, and forbade me from practicing my "strange and foreign filth" in the house. I contacted Fadi and said that I would accept his offer of marriage. He arranged to pick me up from my home in Birmingham and we left under the cover of darkness for Kuwait City where we married in a masjid there. I telephoned my parents the next day and broke the news that I was now married, I had taken a Muslim name of Ayesha Alikah and would be moving out to a small flat with Fadi when I returned. My mother was shocked and thought I was playing tricks but she also noticed that Thalia was gone and knew I was serious. Amazingly she got over it pretty quickly but my father.... he never really accepted it. He will acknowledge Fadi but was cold and hostile towards him.

Recently I gave birth to my second daughter, Hafsa Afaf Zakiyya bint Fadi Anwar, and she is the most gorgeous thing I have ever seen. I have also been living in Singapore which has a large Muslim population and it has been a good experience, before this I had only ever seen Kuwait. I have met and spoken to converts here, most of them Asian but there is a white family living down the road from us. It seems we all share the same goal which is to please Allah (swt) and love our fellow human beings. Allahu Akbar!


Ayesha Akilah Anwar

Aisha's Story
Submitted February 23, 2005

Bismi Allahi Ar-Rahman Ar-Rahim.

My name is Aisha a convert to Islam from Nairobi, Kenya. Born Esther Karanja, I was brought up in a Christian setting, my parents are staunch Catholics and I loved church and even sang in the church choir. Somehow I always got this feeling that God, the way I understood Him, never got the Respect He is Worth and if really He was Omnipotent then it would make more sense for more seriousness.

Well when I was doing my Postgraduate (In India) I met a man and he was also Kenyan in the same college and we became friends, he had converted to Islam a few years back and was still learning the religion. I made it clear that I could not change my religion and he had no problem as I was really a staunch catholic.

Back home, We started living together in 1997 on that understanding and I went to church as usual until I met a Sheikh Hammad Kassim. Like my husband this sheikh and my now husband showed me great love and with my kind of education and no employment I was often frustrated and they gave me hope. He gave me books by Ahmed Deedat and some video tapes and I was amazed by the debates, I realized that Islam was my idea of Religion and Relation to God. Without coercion, I happily said Shahadda and I was a muslim! Alhamdulilah. We formalized our marriage with the sheikh as our witness, there was resistant especially from my husband's side and we are still struggling to mend the broken relationship with his family. Ours is a relatively lonely path but a happy family. Being there for each and depending on Allah has seen us through so many things, such that my story is too long!

We have been Blessed with two children a girl (6years),Nabila and Fahim, a boy (9months). I thank Allah for showing us the right path and we are lucky to have been chosen.

We get so many questions to answer and now my dream is to start a network for Converts to Islam here in my country , I am looking on how to go about it. Or even a propagation center like that of Ahmed Deedat, a great man and my mentor! May Allah reward him for his service to Islam. My dream will come true Inshallah.

They say Islam is for the less educated, just to let brothers and sisters know , I hold a Masters degree in Community Development and a Postgraduate Diploma in Journalism and Mass Communication.  




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