There was a period of time where I didnt want to have...

There was a period of time where I didnt want to have anything to do with her simply because she was practicing a foreign thing. The reason of my hate toward the Muslims is due to my upbringing, the actions of the majority of Muslims and the news media. Every Arab/Muslim that I had ever met was no different than me, if they were different they were worse. I knew Muslims who did drugs, attempted murder, fornication, lesbians, etc.

At this period in time I was in a prime time of arrogance and didnt even know it. I felt as if I was a living piece of God and nothing could destroy me. I felt as though I were better than everyone else. Nevertheless, I was a lonely person who needed someone by his side. My fianc had given me a Quran as a gift for my 18th birthday. As I received the gift I cringed and felt like throwing it away. However, I simply stored it away in my closet not feeling the need to disrespect her.

A few years earlier I got the urge to read. Once I began reading I couldnt stop. My father had once told meWhen you were a younger we couldnt get a book in your hands for anything in the world, now we cant get a book out of your hands. Now at this point of my life I had read numerous books and I was feeling that my philosophy of me being a part of God was a little shaky.

While the Quran was accumulating dust in my closet I had prayed to God that He would send me a book or a sign with a key to all of the answers in the world. May I remind you that I knew nothing what the Quran was and never before have I even touched a Quran let alone hear about it. One night, after I had cleaned the house, I stood in the kitchen looking onward toward the living room. The house looked beautiful.

The round glass table to my right; the soft tender gray carpeting below my feet; the smooth arch dividing the dining area from the living area; then finally a comfortable dim light illuminated the setting. I suddenly had an urge to pick up the Quran and read it. I sat in my favorite tan colored recliner next to the end table. With the Quran in my hands I began to read the introduction of Abdullah Yusuf Ali. Before I knew it tears had flowed from my eyes.

I wanted to beat myself senseless from how stubborn I was not to read this earlier. I read the same thing I believed all my life with a fine-tooth comb laying it all out straight. My heart overfilled with satisfaction and pain at the same time. Immediately I had called my fianc and apologized for being an imbecile.