My
story starts in 1979 when Allah SWT bought me into this world
into a very religious and spiritually aware family. We were
Orthodox Roman Catholics before our reversion to Islam. My
family being quite well to do was actively involved in Church
and Parish affairs. And so we had, and still do have Priests,
Nuns and Missionaries (They still try their antics, but we
know how to handle them) as part of our family. My grandfather
has even built a church in our native Kerala, India. But my
family was one that stuck to its ideals, we loved our Creator
albeit misguidedly and always tried to be good human beings.
We prided ourselves to be pious people and the best among us
was my mother. There were many times when our Parish priest
would make her an example to the other ladies. She—my Mom
was a model Christian Woman. She read the bible regularly and
practiced her religion devoutly.
Well,
to begin with, my mother had a few spiritual experiences which
resulted in a deep sense of dissatisfaction with her religion.
She turned to the Bible for answers but this only led her
further away from all that she had earlier held sacred. During
those days a lawyer named Mr. Ibrahim Khan was working with my
parents as a substitute legal advisor, this was only for a
short period of time, since our regular lawyer was on vacation
and my parents needed urgent legal advise on some business
matter. Being a knowledgeable Muslim he introduced Islam to my
Mom and she accepted Islam within a few weeks of being
introduced to it. I was around 13 then.
My
situation was quite confusing (to say the least), being the
eldest child. The family separated because Mummy felt her
marriage had become null and void. I hated Islam because I
believed it had broken up my family. My father left us and
went away. I felt it was everything that the media made it out
to be (Astagfirullah), though funnily, I was rather
fond of the Adhan. I hated Islam then and felt that I could be
anything but a Muslim. But, I had tremendous respect and love
for my Mummy. And I couldn’t understand why she did
something like this. I wanted to understand what was it that
had attracted her—an educated, cultured lady—to something
as medieval as Islam. Ultimately I asked her one-day and her
answer was very simple. “Read the Bible Page to Page”
It
was then that I began my Journey of Discovery. I was very
young, but Allah (SWT) gave me the maturity to understand what
I read. I found so many inconsistencies and mistakes in the
Bible. I found things mentioned in the Bible, which Christians
did not follow. I found things, which I felt, were not
logical. I found covenants which were broken. I found clear
mention of the Holy Prophet Mohammed (peace be upon him). But
I was very stubborn and refused to accept the truth. Well, I
continued to study Christianity and slowly started digressing
to comparative religion but always refused to study Islam.
Around that time my Mom sent me a letter with both the
transliteration and translation of Surah Al–Ikhlas written
in it and this became an obsession for me. I recited it as
well as its translation throughout the day—over and over
again. It was like a tasbih [editor’s note: tasbih
means glorifying and praising Allah] for me. When at last no
other scripture could satisfy me, I turned to the holy
Qur’an and was completely bowled over! This was the truth I
was searching for! Here were the answers to all my questions!
I knew then that I had found my destiny. It had taken me two
years of study but I was thankful. I was around 15 then, or
perhaps a little older.
I
subsequently, reverted at the Bombay Airport! I had gone to
receive Mom and I wanted her to witness my Shahadah.
She later confided that she had prayed to Allah SWT to give me
Hidayah, so that where she had no other help, she would
have the support of her eldest daughter. And Allah had granted
her wish. Allahu Akbar.
My
brother and sister were very young and they sort of followed
in my footsteps and accepted Islam. We had to make Hijrah
to Bombay, since we had fears that people would try and
separate us—the three kids from Mummy. We knew that in
Kerala we would never be able to practice our deen.
Bombay was the only option we had and we took it and MashaAllah,
the blessings that Allah SWT showered on us! The Muslims here
accepted us with open arms. We learnt Arabic, we completed our
studies, and we now have our own wonderful home, Alhamdullillah.
Daddy came back to us, though he is sadly still a Roman
Catholic. But we love him a lot and he is part of all our
decisions. He is learning Islam and has tremendous respect for
our deen, our ways and Islamic life. He is our support pole
and even though he is out of Islam has bought us up without
interfering in our faith, always protecting us and being there
for us, a lot like the Holy Prophet’s (peace be upon him)
uncle Abu Talib. The rest of my extended family is still
staunchly opposed to Islam, though they have come to terms
with the fact that we shall always be Muslim, InshaAllah.
We do at times get mails that would like to re-convert us to
Christianity, though these mails are getting fewer as the days
pass.
Recently
we went to Kerala to visit my grandparents for a short holiday
and it felt rather great to visit a place we had earlier fled
as children. We were strong with the strength of our imaan—the
imaan given to us by Allah SWT and thanked Him for
letting us return victorious. Perhaps someday we will
establish a Masjid and Islamic study centre there, InshaAllah.
Today,
it has been more than 10 years since we have been Muslims but
it feels like we were always been Muslims. We
have come in a full circle when I say that we have helped
establish a madrassa [editor’s note: madrassa means school]
where the holy Qur’an is taught. We have even found our
Spiritual Guide—our Murshid—Baba Moinuddin. He is 104
years old but so strong and straight that he gives people half
his age a complex. He taught us and continues to help us
increase our knowledge and better our practice, SubhanAllah.
May Allah SWT bless him and all the people right from Mr.
Ibrahim Khan to so many many Muslims who have taught us so
many things about Islam and who have helped us in our search
and our striving to come to the true, in fact the ONLY way of
life—AL-ISLAM!
Well,
that’s about it.
I’m
proud to be a Muslim.