Please also state within the email what name you wish to be...

Please also state within the email what name you wish to be included in any future book, or if you would prefer to remain anonymous. A Blind Woman Sees The Light The name I am called by my Christian parents is Bobbie Evans, but the name I am known by in the Muslim community is Khadija Evans. This is the story of how my husband and I came to embrace Islam.

I can remember standing in the kitchen of the house I lived in when I was just seven or eight years old and looking towards the door that went outside. I prayed to a god whom I wasnt sure existed and I begged Him to show himself to me if He was really there. Nothing happened. I can remember being nine or ten years old and writing a letter to God and hiding it in the heat register in my bedroom, thinking God, if He existed, would come and retrieve it and answer my prayers.

But the next day, the letter was still there. I had always had a hard time accepting the existence of God, and of understanding the beliefs taught in Christian churches. Even though my parents werent very religious, and rarely went to church, they thought it was best that my two brothers and I go. We were allowed to choose our religion when we very young. I think I was about six or seven, and my brothers were one and two years older then I.

I chose a Methodist church for no other reason then it was a few blocks away from our house, and my brothers chose a Lutheran church because it was also close, and I hadnt chosen it. I went to the church until I was thirteen years old. I was baptized and confirmed there when I was 11. I went along with the baptism and confirmation because all children who were 11 received confirmation, and if they hadnt already been baptized, that was done at the same time.

Even then I knew that doubts about God and Christian teachings were things best kept to myself. When I was 13 my family moved to another town with no churches within walking distance, and my parents werent eager to get up early and drive us kids to church, and so our religious training stopped until I was 15 and my mom suddenly found religion. She began attending an Assembly of God church, occasionally dragging my dad along. I went willingly.

I had already begun a search for God that wouldnt end until I was 42 years old. I remember being born again. Caught up in the fervor of the hell and damnation that the minister preached at the Assembly of God church. I became high on religion thinking I had finally found Him.