My Reversion to Islam

Aasalamalaikum.

I am Asma (name changed) 32 year old married lady who is blessed with a wonderful husband and an adorable 7month old son.

I came to know of this site "areweprepared" through my school friend and I was insisted to write down my story which I feel may inspire my muslim brothers and sisters.

I am sharing my story which is not only known only to me but is even very close to my heart. I was born in a christian family who had a loving mother (maybe i can say the most wonderful human on earth and who was also 50+ when i came into her life. SubhanAllah. I had an elder brother who was 30 years older to me married with kids and whose youngest daughter was 5 years older to me. Ever since I came to my senses I saw my mother crying and depressed because of my brother and his family and the other side because of my father who was addicted to every bad habit and to add to it he would beat my mother on and off. He could even go to the extent of selling me off when need arises (but my mother was strong enough). Not to forget he was a muslim too and my mother a christian.

I too grewup like every other girl with full of fun and life without realising the depth of hardships my mother is undergoing from within just to educate me. She suffered with many ailments that included heart problems and hernia. She did not know when her life would end. Everyday was a bonus in her life. She worked for houses and brought me up so royally that at times I was the envy of my friends.. I could have been called a princess too whose every desire was fulfilled, who lived a royal life wth no tensions about anything. In short I was in a nutshell all my life where my mother used to serve me milk on bed till the age of 18 (that was when i lost her). A friend of mine asked my mother, aunty why do you give her everything she asks for? My mother replied thats because I dont know how long I live so I dont want my daughter to be deprived of anything and want her to get bored of materialistic things so that she does`nt see other girls and envy them and adopt wrong ways to get those things.

On 3rd October, came to know mummy expired the previous night. That`s when my world came crashing down. I rushed to the hospital and there I came to know it was a cardiac arrest and she waited for me to tell me a secret which is concerning my life. I returned from the hospital and packed my things and ran away from home (the last wish of my mother to run away and not stay with my father after she dies). I stayed with a friend for 10 days when my school sponsored my ticket to India and my friends pooled in money for me. I went to india and came back to dubai thinking how can I leave dubai the place I was broughtup and so it was when my hubby started giving me dawah about Islam but I did not wanna take this step of reverting to Islam before I understood the religion. So I started reading the Bible and Islamic books again. The main thing that I felt that Islam is the true religion, it is submission to the will of only one God ALLAH. Then on the 9th ramazan I went to the awqaf and declared the shahadah.

I went back to india again in the hope my brother and bhabi would take care of me even though I am a muslim now (this was the intensity of my dependence on others to care for me). They did take care of me but troubled me day in and out which they could have not done when my mother was alive. Then came a day when my bhabi told me that "LISTEN YOU DONT BELONG TO US. YOU WERE ADOPTED WHEN YOU WERE JUST A 3 DAYS OLD BABY. YOU WERE FROM AN ORPHANGE IN PUNE WHO WAS DISOWNED BY YOUR OWN BIOLOGICAL MOTHER WHO WAS A YOUNG CHRISTIAN GIRL". Thats when I felt I wish I sank into the ground. I went to find the truth and yes It was TRUE. I was asked to leave the house in the middle of the night . I stayed out in pune waiting room for the night and then the next day sold the only ring I had and came to mumbai to meet the guy I loved (who till then did not know anything and was still a student of engineering). I met him, told him everything but to my misfortune and which I was aware of as well, he too was dependant on his father who was a very strict personality and who hated me to the core and to get rid of me got my husband engaged to someone else. My husband arranged for a house for me and married me in 1998 January, 9th ramazan. But we were not staying with each other because we were wating for his studies to get over before he declares the marriage.

Then there came a time when a big problem came on me and I had to leave the hostel where I was staying. It was the same time, when my Husband returned after spending some time in the path of Da'wah. When he heart the problem, he decided to declare our marriage but he was still scared of his father and mother (she is very religious). When he declared, they came running to me and told me to take divorce because he was engaged else where. I refused. So they did not allow him to come out of the house. I used to wait in the rains outside his building for hours together in the hope of meeting him. And the house that was given to me to stay was very small and because of the rains no lights and all powers cut bulbs fused, so many cockroaches hovering around in the room. YA ALLAH what did I do to deserve this… that was when I knew now its impossible for me to get back my husband I lost all hopes because everyting was against me… That was the first time after accepting islam I prayed tahajjud. SUBHANALLAH SUBHANALLAH ALHAMDULILLAH 5 DAYS OF TAHAJJUD WORKED WONDERS….

Allah sent a relative of my husband to their house whom my husand never met till that time. He brought my husband to me and made him understand that she is a new muslim and if ever she goes back from Islam who will be resposible. That was when many people came to my help from the family one by one discreetly. Allah started changing everyone`s heart towards me… My husband left everything and everyone and came back to me, the engagement was called off… but only my inlaws did not change. Then came a time when my grandfather in law was counting his last days and who did love me, was hospitalised. Allah rabbul izzat chose me to take care of him in the hospital. I was not allowed to enter the house at all. But I wanted ajr (reward) from Allah for all this that I was doing for my grand father-in-law… He was like an adorable baby whom I loved to take care of.

He expired, that`s when Allah sent another angel in the form of a relative to get me an entry in that house for being helpful despite the fact I was not allowed in the house. Alhamdulillah now I am in the family. All I want to convey through this story is it is Allah who sends us trials, but our dua`s works wonders against them and the easiest way is tahajjud… I pray may Allah give me istaqamat and make my son Abdullah (whom I conceived after 10 years of marriage) deen ka daayi.. And may Allah give hidayat to the entire mankind. THIS RELIGION IS WONDERFUL… ALL MY EFFORTS PAID OFF. NEVER REGRETED FOR HAVING ACCEPTED THIS RELIGION SUBHANALLAH.