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Shiavault - a Vault of Shia Islamic Books Converts To Islam From Ignorance To Islam My upbringing did not really include anything about God. I was christened, although I am not sure why, I would guess that this happened as it was the done thing in my family. In addition I have vague memories of going to Sunday school, and of course the religious education later at school, which could be re-named Christian education as no other religions ever got a look in.

Without any firm religious values, I lived my life according to my own set of moral values. Basically I just used to drift from one point of view to the next, and do my best to fit in with whichever group of people I was with. I did have a belief in God, although I have to admit that I did not do a lot about it. Then I met a Muslim. This opened new channels of discussions, and re-kindled the flame of my belief in God.

Many a conversation took place on all sorts of topics, the existence of God, Heaven and Hell, other religions, the Holy Prophet and his Family PBUT, even topics such as what was the point of dinosaurs, and aliens. Everything was a muddle in my mind, question after question I asked, and to each question there was an answer that satisfied it. I was confused though, if this religion was so correct, why hadnt I heard about it already?

What about all the kind people I had met that were not Muslims, surely their good deeds would count? Why do you have to become a Muslim if you live your life properly, i.e. do not steal, commit adultery etc. etc.? As time passed I soon realised that I was just searching for excuses. I knew that Islam was correct, but I needed to dig deep to find the courage to change.

No longer could I hide behind a wall of questions and what ifs, it was time to stand up and be part of something that I believed in. I was very nervous, every few minutes my stomach churned, rushes of adrenal waves through my body. It was the night that I would declare myself a Muslim and change the rest of my life.

I was sure about my decision to revert, but scared at the prospect at the same time, conflicting emotions and feelings taking it in turns to pop into my head, but all along I knew that Truth would win. The time had come, we gathered in a group. I repeated everything that the Imam said to me, I hung onto every syllable and repeated as best I could, I was afraid that if I didnt pronounce the Arabic words properly then my declaration would not count, and it had to count.