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Shiavault - a Vault of Shia Islamic Books Converts To Islam My Body Started To Tremble With Fear and Tears Were Flowing Assalam Alaikum I have been reading the stories of people converting to Islam for quite a while now and decided to tell everyone about my story. It is a bit different than others in fact I was born in a Muslim family in the United Kingdom and have lived here all my life. My parents came to this country before I was born. I have three sisters and one brother.

Even though I was born in a Muslim family none I knew were practising. All I knew was that I had a Muslim name, couldnt eat pork and the white peoples meat, and was not allowed to show my legs. I had a really disturbing childhood my father used to physically and mentally abuse my mother and all of us. He used to drink and have extra marital affairs. We were very afraid of him and could never talk to him freely.

As growing up I lacked self-confidence and was very shy because I used to be put down a lot by my father. When I was about nine years old we went to Pakistan to live as my dad was afraid we didnt speak their language i.e. Punjabi and were not familiar with the culture. We stayed there for five years I would say it was a good thing as we were taught reciting the Quran, praying salaat and we went to school which taught us about Islamic history but still nothing that made an effect.

We came back to England and things were a bit better than before my dad wasnt as abusive. My sister wanted to marry a man but my father disapproved so she ran off to get married to him. I was aware of this and tried to talk her out of it but she had made her mind up. I also left on the same day and went to a hostel as I was afraid what my father would do to me. I hated it, there were other Asian girls living there but I didnt like the way they were.

They had boyfriends and lived like white girls I cried for two days and decided to go home as I didnt want to live like that. It was horrible going back and getting cursed by my dad but there was nowhere to go. I remember praying to Allah that I didnt want to commit suicide and I didnt want to live either. I asked him to help me and get me out of this tough time.

Suddenly things started to get better, my uncles son who I hadnt seen for a very long time came to our house and we were attracted to each other.