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Shiavault - a Vault of Shia Islamic Books Converts To Islam Dennis Wayne, Brother Hasan Here is my background: My name is Hasan. I was born Nov.10,1972, and was named Dennis Wayne. My mother is full blooded Native American, although our heritage is from different tribes including the Lumbee, Cherokee and Tuscarora. My father went to prison before I was born and I have never met him and I know nothing of him other than his name and the name of his mother.

Here is my story: When I was very young it was my desire to serve the Lord with righteous conduct and preaching. I loved righteousness and wanted to be like those righteous people who I had heard about in the Bible through the preachers at church and some movies on television. One day, when I was about 6, 7 or 8 (I cant remember the exact age. I was very young), I was outside with two other of my childhood friends and I was preaching to them.

I was imitating what I had seen my preachers do in church. I was raised as a Southern Baptist although my mother was a Holiness and her own father a preacher from the same faith (Holiness). (He would travel from place to place, and was what was referred to as a Holy Roller). Anyway, I was out there shouting, preaching the gospel of the Lord (astagfirlah), yelling Amen,Halleleujah, Praise the Lord, Praise Jesus and so forth. I was out there saying how Jesus was God and the Son of God.

I even got to the ashes to ashes and dust to dust part. But while I was out there doing all this, it all of a sudden grew dark and began a deep thundering sound, but it wasnt raining. I became very scared, but the reason I was scared wasnt because of the storm itself. It was because I realized I was lying on Allah (God)and I felt that this was either a warning or going to be a punishment. But alhumdullilah it was only a warning, Allahu Alim.

This incident didnt make me become muslim but I feel it was a sign which I would not remember until later on in life. Then another incident occurred when I was in middle school, in the 7th grade, and I was 13 yrs old. In my math class we had a man named Muhummad Uqdah who was our substitute teacher. I would always give him a hard time, because to me he looked like a caveman. Although I teased this man, deep down inside I hated to do such things but I was showing off for the other classmates.

In my Social Studies class(History), we began studying the Middle East and its history and culture.