Story of Sunita Williams

Welcome new sister in Islam MashAllah :)

Story Of Bruna Jannat from Brazil

I remember when I was really young that I had a friend which her father is Lebanese and I was always curious about him, but also I was so shy that I did not want to ask anything to my friend (and still nowadays I don't). At the same age, my grandma went to Dubai and came back saying wonderful things about the place and since that day I always wanted to see that city and its beachs, biuldings, mosquees and muslims. For a while, my history with Islam stopped but it was just beginning.

When I started to write books at the age of 11, I had many ideas of fiction stories and I always kept thinking about make a normal romance, but I though that I could never do that. The thing is that I like those romances that are prohibited and one day I challenged myself to at least try to create one like this. So, I started to think about possibilities of couples and I was watching a news from Israel and I just though "why not?". So, I started to search about Israel, Palestine, Gaza... and the jewish boy from Tel Aviv came in my mind, embracing a muslim girl from Ramallah. For me, Isaac and Leena were perfect and also the story would be.

So of course I started to read about Judaism and Islam to make my writing rich and with a lot of details. The first religion I've begun to read was judaism and I liked but at the same time it was confusing to me. Like I tried to show at the beginning of this text, I ways always fascinated with arabic things, so I just hurried up to read Islam. Every day I read more and more about it and I started to open more my eyes. The last sure I had about this was when I first though about convertion. My convertion to Islam. "No, Bruna. Stop. You are just ansious with this book, nothing more. Is just a book", one part of me screamed. But the other part screamed back "Is a really good choice. Is your chance to be more devoted to God and change your life. Do it, Bruna!". So I did.

I said my shahada in February 16th of 2014 with 16 years and just five months for the birthday of seventeen years. Before that, I started to talk with muslims about my doubts and all of them offered help and said they would be here for me. One of them helped me the most and guided me during all the process of shahada and also changed my name to Jannat (he thinks this name is perfect for me because looks pretty much like Jannah, the Paradise). I am very thankful for him and the others. I am very lucky to have these people with me.

I still did not finish the Quran, I still do not know much things and I still did not tell my parents. I am planning to do this when I finish school, in the best and calm way I can explain for them. This will not be easy, but is just another rock Allah put in my way because He knows I can pick it to finish building my castle. Although all of that, I promise to God every night that I am going to give my best to be a good muslimah and let Him proud of me.

Inshallah, my life will get easier.

Story of Melissa Jane from Australia

My life before Islam and how it took a very unexpected turn I was raised in a small country town in rural NSW consisting of only 2000 ppl to whom most were my family as both my patents and their family we born in that small town......my parents are Australian and their parents and so on......i was raised in the typical western way, although I always felt a little different to everyone else ... We had the title of Christians but never practiced like many other Aussies When I was 17 I fell in love and married shortly after...... He was born to a Russian father and Moroccan mother but had been raised in Israel, yes Israel, I usually don't tell this part of the story but the irony if it all is quiet amazing......my husband had the typical Israeli mentality towards Muslims which manifested in me after spending a year in Israel, I was just 18 so I was very naive to the rest of the world and trusted in what he told me, plus I had seen some things during my time in Israel which really only assured me what I was being told to believe was actually the truth........So, to me, muslims were terrorists...... I was Tel Aviv the day the Dizengof centre had been bombed.... To an 18 year old country girl who lived in the comfort of her tiny town this kind of thing that only happened In movies or was something we only seen on the news so seeing it for real was a real eye opener and ultimately sealed the deal in my opinion about Muslims I've since learnt that this was only one side of the story, told only by the views of the Israelis themselves During my time in Israel I worked on an army base selling food to the IDF and hearing stories of young men who had been killed only added to my already growing negative opinion of Muslims as these young ppl were my age, and while all my friends were worrying about where the next party was, most these young ppl were telling stories of fallen friends, lives lost in what seemed to me as a senseless tit for tat game, I just couldn't understand how ppl lived like this!!!!! We used to travel to bet'lehem to buy supplies for the kiosk and I remember one day while going to gather the things we needed seeing a lady covered from head to toe in a sea of black fabric, which was soooo strange to me being from a country where bearing minimal clothes was the normal thing....... she was walking behind a man who seemed to show no regard for her as he raised his hand to her, and again, it added to my rapidly growing MISUNDERSTANDING of Muslims but at that stage I wasnt to know that My husbands father had a bedioun working for him, a simple humble man who was to become my favorite person in all my time there even though communicating with him was only through hand gestures and nods of the heads lol, one of the most memorable experiences in my time there was when I visited his home, which was actually a tent in the middle of the dessert to have tea with his family, when we arrived his wife rushed and grabbed a mattress for us to sit on and she hurried off to prepare tea, she then served us then sat in the background quietly, again confirming what I was being made to believe I remember oneday while visiting the Dead Sea with my husband there was a small boy about 9 years old who was struggling to get out of the water as he had swallowed the salty sea water and was trying to call for his parents on the shore, his face was red and he was distressed.....I said to my husband ' quick that boy needs help, help him!' He replied by saying " fk him, he's only an Arab" I was horrified because while I may have been able to be sympathetic to what was happening to his ppl, all I seen was a small boy who needed help, so I rushed over to him to help, ofcourse to the displeasure of my husband but I didn't care, he was, in my eyes, just an innocent child regardless of his race....... I was to find out later he was a young British boy which didnt matter to me either way My husband and I actually married while I was in Israel, well we tried, but because I was technically a Christian and he was technically a Jew, even though he didnt believe in anything and nor did I really, we couldn't marry there, he was happy to convert to Christianity but it was a long process so because religion didn't really mean anything to me I offered to become a Jew but he refused, because even him himself hated Jews!!!!!!.... so, we travelled to Cyprus to marry there, Allahs plan was already in motion We went by boat to Cyprus and we docked in Port Said in Egypt, having an Australian passport I could easily enter the country unlike him carrying an Israeli passport, so I got of the boat to wander in the streets nearby....... There was a small boy, maybe 5 who came up to me, he was dressed in old clothing and looked poorly and he asked me for 1 pound ' lady lady plz one pound' I would have given him 100 pounds if i had it, but I didn't take anything except my passport, I still remember that little boys face and how I felt telling him I had none, I imagined what my husband would have said if he was with me, I really felt for that boy...... I remember looking around at the buildings that look like they could collapse at any given minute and was in awe that ppl actually lived like this, I was in ways touched in an unusual way.... After about 4 hours I headed back to the boat, as we left I noticed a large building standing high which caught my attention so I took photos of it, when I look back over my pictures now I'm somewhat amazed because most the buildings that caught my attention were actually masjids...... So back in Israel some months later and my husband decided to take me to Jerusalem to the markets in the old city, what a beautiful amazing place, corridors of endless mazes,.....,when the day was almost done and we left the markets we came to the wailing wall, I remember watching this crazy ritual of ppl bowing at a wall, as I stood there watching...... Suddenly....... I heard this beautiful voice resonating from somewhere, I was sooooo captured by the sound as it echoed through the old city......It was ofcourse the azan and the first time for me to hear it, it would have been isha....... I remember saying to my husband that it sounded as if the man was crying.... I stood and listened till it finished, totally moved by the experience ........ I know now, this was my first call to Islam Looking back now I see I was always a Muslim bec I was different to most ppl I knew,......... it's from this point on that now I see Allah had started opening doors for me, perhaps he could see the good inside me even with the heavy influence I had around me Life had taught me many lessons in my time abroad, I had seen things at a young age which made me appreciate simple things that so many of us take for granted, I think already I was being shaped into a believer or at the very least, my heart was softening to it Shortly after we returned to Australia and life continued as usual, we separated after 8 years together and even though I had been through many hard times with him, he was like a stepping stone for me, leading me to my ultimate destination......I valued the lessons and experiences I learnt while in the Middle East and it had changed me greatly but i was still a firm non believer and still held negative opinions about Islam because what I had been told had been shown to me in my time in Israel, the stories I had heard, the aftermath of bombers, the road blocks and searches of cars in Bethlehem, I even remember saying to myself, if this is the holy land then no wonder why religion is so messed up..... In 2000 my grandmother fell suddenly ill and mum and I went back to my little home town to help care for her but sadly a few months later she passed away...... I remember we all stood next to her bed, my cousins and our parents as we watched her gasping for air, each breathe taking longer and longer, till, she didnt breathe again.... Watching her suffer had kinda set me back a bit, I was thinking as I watched my dear grandmother struggle, how can one be left to suffer in this way, it didn't seem fair at all!!!! The time had come to clear her stuff from her room, a room I could remember as a very small child...... As mum and my aunt decided what would be happening with certain items I remember looking to an old tv that sat in the corner of her room, I thought about how my grandmother and grandfather may have budgeted to buy this tv, then I looked around her room at all the things she had acquired during her life and I remember saying to myself " what's all this for, why do we collect things and hold them dearly when one day it will be worth nothing to us" this was a big eye opener and maybe a big step forward for me but as a westerner when we think about God and religion it's Christianity or nothing, we rarely think beyond what's normal for us and because Christianity didn't make sense ( and still doesn't ) I was left in limbo for some time i then fell pregnant with my first son and while everyone was naming their children unusul names, something took me to the bible, and i named my first son Zachary....was Allah showing me the way but i didnt understand it...i looked to the wrong religion, the wrong book!!....my second son i named him Daniel, again another prophets name so after the passing of my grandmother, as I said I had a setback, but was soon to be back on track and this is where my life took an unexpected turn oneday while on the net, i was perusing yahoo answers and suddenly a screen popped up, and it said ""Mohamed Samy is typing"" i was shocked....someone is talking to me......i didnt even know about IM's at that stage........this was the final link in my journey to islam.....i started talking to this man, a young muslim........ i was not in a good place at the time and really needed company.....at the start we spoke about economy, politics, food, culture and finally, religion.......i must say i was stubborn, and i had ALL the hard questions....well so i thought...my 'stumper questions' (LOL) worked on the christians but the thing i didnt count on was someone actually having answers mashallah.......i played hard ball with him but every time i did, it just made me doubt my own thoughts even more (my thoughts about there being no God) one day while in an in depth conversation he asked me what i believe, i told him i was a big believer in karma.... do good get good, do bad get bad....thats usually how the world works..........the big turning point for me was when he asked me "so if u believe in this system, who controls it???.........somebody or something has to otherwise its just random chance" CHA-CHING...lights on!!!!!!!!!!!!!! so now im like "o crap, theres is something out there"!!!!!!!.......so im now ready to believe theres a God but is Islam the way, muslims r terrorist and the women r oppressed!!!!' alhudulilah his sabr was amazing the one thing i remember the most is Surah Rahman by Saad Alghamdi, he sent that to me and asked to listen, i couldnt understand the words but something happened to me as i listened, it was like the day i heard the azan for the first time.......even though i didnt understand, it was like my heart did because i could feel it....i couldnt just ignore that feeling...so i became more open, so I started looking into islam myself and with his help everytime we met him online...... he would show me something new, and i was more and more amazed....while i was very head strong and hard, i couldnt deny it anymore......Islam is for me, ""ohhhh my GOD, im muslim"" during my journey with him, he gave me the greatest gift anyone could ever give, figuratively speaking because we know it comes from Allah....subhanAllah i took my shahada on the 7th Feb 2007....kids aside........the most amazing, greatest day of my life i know many ppl sometimes think we convert for a man, and while he may be the reason, as muslims we know thats from Allah, none of us can make someone muslim, we can show them islam but thats as far as it goes......Allah chooses whom he wills and then puts ppl and things in our way for us to know....alhumdulilah for all mine:-))

Story of Maria from USA

I first learned about islam when I was fifteen, I had met a boy on a game and we got along very well. He soon became my “Boyfriend” He told me he was Muslim, and I didn't pay that much attention. At that point in my life religion did not play a very big role. After that whenever i would hear people say anything about Islam it would catch my attention, so I decided it wouldn't hurt to learn what my “boyfriend” believed. My Journey to Islam began. My father owned a Qu’ran from his studies of Islam, so I read that, and went to the library to get books and google was amazing. For a little less than a year I was reading alot about islam, there were about two times before I actually said my Shahadah that I had wanted to convert/revert, but my mum (who is Christian) would talk me out of it each time. I was very open about my study of islam so I told my mom alot about my decisions or what I was thinking. I met a friend who was Muslim and if I had any questions he was very helpful. I had this feeling in my heart that I had never had, I cannot describe this feeling; it was as if Allah was speaking to me in my heart at that moment I knew without a doubt Islam is truth. So I asked him at the end of march 2011 how I convert feeling stupid I didn't know how; He told me how. On April 4th 2011 I said my Shahadah following a Youtube video of how to pronounce the words. I am so grateful that Allah subhana watala sent these guys into my life to help me both at the beginning and along the way.

Story of Kawthar from Italy

I returned to islam about 3 years ago. After i get to knew sister of my actually husband ( they are from Morroco and muslims ) i started to read and study about islam. After some time i discovered that i fell in love with islam and i can't live without Allah i decided to say my shahadah... For sorry my parents are aganist Islam and they still don't know about my convert... it's very hard for me to practice praing and all muslim stuff in secret. But i wish one Day i will be free to pray and wear a hijab In shaa Allah .

Sonny Bill Williams from New Zeland

Sonny William 'Sonny Bill' Williams (born 3 August 1985) is a New Zealand rugby player and heavyweight boxer who has played both rugby union and rugby league.
New Zealand's Sonny Bill Williams reflects on his return to rugby league after a successful spell playing union, where he won the World Cup with the All Blacks.
He says Islam is important to him, adding that he "wouldn't be half the man I am today without my faith"
'Islam has made me the man I am today'

Story of Patrycja from Poland

My journey with Islam has started when I was about 16 years old, although back then I didn’t even consider a possibility of converting to Islam.
I’ve always been fascinated by Turkish and Arabic culture but it used to be more in a form of Hobby.
That was when I first came across Islam ,unfortunately my opinion about this religion was rather bad ,I didn’t understand it and even I would say I was afraid of Muslims and their religion.
I would talk to a few Muslims back then, but mostly my all questions were based on very negative stereotypes. I wanted to prove them wrong and at the same time comfort myself and find the answers for long bothering me questions about Christianity.
Back then I would realize how little I knew about my faith, that I would call myself a Christian without even knowing the basics of the religion.
At this time I felt I really needed religion in my life ,I wanted to get this peaceful feeling people sometimes describe they have ,but I could not get it.
I would pray and go church but nothing would make me feel at  ease and the questions I had, still remained unanswered.
At some point I realized I started losing my faith ,I was not as willing to go church anymore and asked by parents to do it ,I’d rebel against it.
I started reading more about Islam ,I was feeling there is something I like in this religion something what makes me research it more and more ,I would associate myself with Muslims more but then there were times when I would get scared - feeling that something is changing.
Especially the worst was the fear of rejection of my family ,friends and the society in general.
I couldn’t make up my mind for a long time ,I would call myself Muslim but never actually said the Shahada, asked about my religion I’d say Islam. I think back then my heart has already decided in spite of me being scared.
After I finished my college ,some other events in my life caused that I had to leave Poland and move to the UK. That was actually when I discovered the real Islam and how generous and amazing people are Muslims.
I’ve got lots of support and understanding at the most difficult times.
I always felt welcomed and special.
That was when I said Shahada officially in the age of 18 ,I learnt how to pray and be Muslim and the most important I finally found this feeling in my heart I was looking for such a long time, alhamdulilah for being Muslim.

My own story with Islam

How I became Muslim? Why Islam? What’s wrong with Christianity?
This questions I am hearing almost everyday so there is an answer on all this questions...
Let's start from the beginning...
     I born in 1995 in small village in Poland in normal Christian family. We never was very religious, we was going to church just in the feasts. I celebrated Christmas not because of Jesus (peace be upon him) birthday but because it was something like traditions, every year we was waiting on candy, Christmas tree and for sure for Santa Claus nothing more was important in this day...
    First time I heard about Islam it was on history lesson in primary school I was maybe 8-9 years old. I was too young to know something more about it but from  this day word 'Islam' was really special for me. When I heard this word I was feeling warm in my heart but i never thought  about it more I was just a kid and generally I just didn't care with it till I visited Tunisia. I really fell in love with Azan 5 times per day and when first time i visited a mosque I was just feeling like it's my home! After I backed Poland i started to read more about an Arab culture and Islam :) i was really fascinated with it like a culture but i still didn't know
so much about the religion i was just hearing in TV that Muslims are bad so we should be far from them...
    When i was 14 years old i created a blog about Arab culture i was writting about everything but one day i decided to write something about Islam and i was really  surprised. I didn’t know that The God of Jews, Christians and Muslims is the same ! I didn't know that Muslims believe in all prophets from Adam to Muhammad... I even didn't know that they believe in a Jesus. I read all Bible and i really had so much questions... One day i went to church to ask some priest to answer on them but in the true i didn't get any answer... it was just like this:
- If Jesus was praying to the God so why the Christians calling Jesus a God ??
- Hmmm - said priest... can u ask me another question ?
- Why in Bible is said that no one can see God but a lot of people saw Jesus??
- Because he was on the earth the prophet?
- So if he was a prophet why people calling him God?
- don’t u have another questions??
- Why in Bible is said that the God is one and Christians saying that there is one God in 3 persons??
- Because God isn't God without son and holy ghost....i think...
- Why the Christian’s are believing only in new testament and in something from old ??
- Because old testament is for Jews..
- Do you know how the God created earth ?
- Yes for sure it's in Bible
- Yes it is but in old testament so u just told me that u don't follow it
- something we are following
- How can u follow this what u like and don't follow this what u don't like ??
- Only God know....
    This talk just made me more sure that there is something wrong with my religion... How can I believe in something on what even priest don't know answer??
After I backed home and opened internet i started to search the answer on this questions there and then i found some very interesting movie " 10 reasons why Jesus can't be
a God". It was a short movie created by some muslins scholarship i decided to watch all and it really made me think so much about my religion. I was praying to God and 
asking God to show me a right way.
For about 2 years i was studying Islam when i was 16 i met some Muslims friends who was saying me so much about their religion...every question I had I got a sensible answer and everyday i was just more and more sure that it is a right religion that I Believe in Allah the Only One True God and in all prophets from Adam to Muhammad, i believe that Jesus ( peace be upon Him) is a prophet from Allah, that Torah Bible and Quran was sent from the One God Allah, I believe in angels and in Quran the last word for people from Allah. Also some of my friends asked me this questions and after she heard my answer she said
to me:
-Fatma you are muslim why don't you want to say shahadah ? What if you die now? 
- I am worry to say it...
- Listen we never know when we die! Maybe it's your last Day on this world?? If you are sure that there is no God than Allah so why to be worry say shahadah ?
    This talked made me really think seriously about said shahada and after one month from this day on 16 February 2012 I decided to say shahada on Skype with my best  friend and his mum I said word by word follow her i felt like new born baby i felt so amazing so warm on my heart. After i said Shahadah I was sure I did the best decision in all my life and the first thing after I became Muslim was pray.. i was waiting this day so much i was dreaming to pray in Islamic way and finally this Day came.. i made my first wodho I put hijab on my head and i prayed... the feeling ? I really can't describe i just remember that i had tears in my eyes....
I am so grateful that Allah choosed me and made me Muslim and that Allah choosed my best friend to became my husband and his mom my mom I love them so much and I
would never dream to have better family than i have now Alhamdulillah ! I love them so much with all my heart and i am sure that it's not end that Allah still have some plan for me
InshAllah :)
In 24 June 2013 I became the Muslim also on paper i said a shahadah in Al Azhar mosque :) Alhamdulillah :)

Story of Adrianna from Poland

It was a sunny,  spring day. As always before examination period I was reading a book sitting in a library. I would never expect that this simple, ordinary day will literally change my life.  Back then I was  21 years old, and I could simply describe myself as a young, ambitious psychology student.  I have just graduated prestigious high school and started to continue my education in a way I always desired. I felt like I will go through the best years of my life. 
“Hey, I am so sorry to disturb you but I just couldn’t hold myself”  I heard suddenly. “ I saw you before here and I was always really shy to come and talk to you but I had to try” First thing I noticed when I looked up, were a huge brown eyes and extremely black eyelashes, just staring at me. “ You must think I am a creep, I am so sorry, My name is Mohammad, and I just wanted to know your name”. I was all shocked because something like this never happened to me. Not only that a stranger comes to me but the fact that his name is so highly related to a stereotype of arab guys which I had in my head.  From what I remember now, I had a really extreme scheme of all muslims, which of course have been created by media and by random books which I have read. I got a bit scared in the beginning but I smiled to him. “ Hello, nice to meet you, my name is Adrianna” 
Back then I would never expect that this trivial words will influence my life and put it on extremely different path comparing to which  I was on. 
After many meetings and talks me and Mohammad got married. He was a medicine student in Poland, originally coming from Sweden. Our mental connection and the way of understanding was like form the movies. We simply couldn’t stay away from each-other. We were fighting against his friends, my friends and my family. Everybody was against us being together and nobody wanted to accept, until they saw how in love we are. How amazingly we understand each other.   In the beginning  our relationship was a secret for his parents. They were threatening  him from the beginning of his studies in Poland. That if he will meet any polish girl he would no longer be their son. And they will do everything for this not to happen. Despite of this we couldn’t live without each other and our plan was that I will get prepared to meet them and when I am ready and when Mohammad is finishing his studies we will tell them about everything. 
Since I remember I was always interested about religion. Of course my interests were focusing on Christianity issues but still I tried to seek for knowledge for years. I had a lot of questions which raised after me reading a Bible and many different articles and historical facts.  I never could find anybody who was able to explain me or answer me. That was giving me a huge intellectual “headache” but during my life I learnt to ignore it. After I met Mohammad my “thirst” of gaining new knowledge was finally fulfilled. In the beginning I was just so fascinated about the way he prays and how sincerely he is doing it. I started feeling that something is missing in my life. We have gone through so many deep discussions. I was so happy that for the first time in my life somebody has such a huge knowledge about religion, politics and history.  I remember how hard for me was to accept many stuff I was finding out. Especially I couldn’t just blindly take information and fallow them. My research about Islam took almost 2 years. During this time I was reading both Quran and Bible, I was studying history of early Christianity and Islam. I watched plenty of documentary movies both in polish and English. The hardest thing was for me to get rid of the wrong stereotype I had in my head. I was so scared to define myself as a Muslim. But one day I just couldn’t run anymore. I sat on the floor in the living room and started praying with Mohammad. I felt like I finally found my peace. I already started learning Arabic so it was not hard at all to memorize the words of the Quran.  I did not care anymore about the society, people and my family. I made a decision by myself. And it was the best decision I could ever make. 
And that would be the best ending, and my fairy tail could last forever. Being a Muslim with a perfect man by my side, even supported by family and friends, no matter what I do. 
Unfortunatelly for me my hard  journey was just about to begin and I was completely unaware of this. Me and Mohammad was sure that now when I converted, it will be much easier to tell his parents and to make them accept us. Especially that I already met a lot of Muslims who simply was so astonished by my conversion and by my knowledge.  When Mohammad graduated, we have already planned everything. He was supposed to go home talk to his parents and after couple of weeks I was supposed to join him. My flight ticket was already bought and I was waiting.   The day when I got a phone call from my husband after he told his parents, will be in my memory till the rest of my life. He was crashed. He never expected such an extreme reaction. His mother was literally threatening that she will kill herself. Or that she will destroy me. That it is impossible for us to continue and that they will never accept a polish girl, no matter that she can be a good Muslim. They were blackmailing Mohammad and not even giving him a choice. I am not here to judge them . They had their own reasons of such behavior and I strongly believe they are not bad people but Mohammad was simply too weak to ignore their words. He told me all this and said that it is impossible for us to be together in such case. 
He was fighting for us and doing everything that they accept us, but it was just making it worse.  We decided that it is better that we will not continue. It was so extremely hard. Not only loosing the love of my life but being left alone as a new converted Muslim in polish society.  Ailhamduillah I have a lot of Muslim friends from Sweden and they literally forced me to come to them. It was Ramadan and I needed them a lot. I have been in Sweden for 1 month living with Muslim family and learning more and more about the religion. During that time Mohammad just couldn’t leave, he started contacting me and telling me that he will fight more. That he cant leave his family but that he will do everything what he can for us to be together. But all this was just empty words. I have been waiting for months, not moving on with my life, waiting for his acts. But he was just either fooling me or being in a really hard situation when he had to choose between love of his life and love of his parents.  Every time I started to forget him he was calling me and crying about how much he loves me. Until now he neither cant let me go nor he can leave his family. The only thing I can say that I pray to Allah for strength. Ailhamduilah I found my way and even if it takes so much pain I happy I could be on the right path and I am sure that Allah has a plan for me. 

Story of Sabina from Netherlands

Before I turned 19 I went to Jordan, as a vacation, with my parents. I was still a wilde child :P always seeking attention especially from men. During our trip I also visited a mosque and there I changed. 

When I enter I felt like I was welcome, that it was my home. the rest of my vacation I tend to cover myself more. When i got home I started to read about islam and ask question to muslims i met on the internet. I think 6 months later I became Muslim. :) I haven't doubt my decision since. 

Of course in the beginning I wasn't perfect, not drinking was easy for me, i didn't like it anyway. but i didn't know how to pray, and the boyfriend that I had then actually didn't like i became muslim although he was supposed to be muslim :S So i learned mosth things in secret hh. Step by step i wear more approprate cloths and one day I felt someone was telling me that I was ready to wear my hijab to work, I worn it everywere but there because i didn't want any problems. But that day i wear it, and since than i never took it off for anyone. Hamdullilah :D

Story of Janet from Russia

Before I came to Egypt, I was sure that Muslims are bad people. After I came to Hurghada for the first time I was really suprised because all pepole ( not even in the hotel) were really very friendly. When my parents left me alone in the hotel for one day, staff looked on me for a whole day. I was like a sister for all of them. I found a great friends from the staff. I didn't wanted to leave the hotel ( I think, as all tourists). So when i backed Russia I continued talking with my best friends from Hurghada. They told me a lot of things about Islam then i started to think about it for about 2 weeks, i was reading so much books about Islam. Then finally I decided that Islam is the best religion and muslims are really great people. I decided to convert when I understood that Isam is better that Christianity because womens are hidding their beuty for their husband and they don't have any physical contacts before marry and parents are taking care about children very well :)  Till now I have so much muslim friends and they are always helping me and they will never leave me with my problems alone :)

Story of Tania from Peru

My story about how I became muslim begin in 2008 after finish high school I traveled to another country to stay only with grandparents n some relatives I was just 16 years old, never separated form my parents before, so this experience was shocking for me, I fell into a deep depression, and as a young teenager I let myself guide by shallow stereotypes of the moment whichs in this country (argentina) was strong in society on girls since a very early age, so in this confussion I just began to focus more in shallow issues, and then it brought me to a eating disorder was a stormy year to me sometimes I was in my room for days without go outside and none came never to ask if I was ok or alive yet even, my grandparents had their own things my relatives too, so one night I had a dream, when I woke up I go curious what it means? and then went to the internet and began to search about Islam, I decided to find a way that bring me peace certainly I never agreed with christianism since I studied in a catholic school ruled by nuns and priests always praying in the church it grew in me a desire of be closer to religion always but in same time I wasn't sure about if my religion was christianism or being catholic about some of their behaviours and some of their beliefs, so that day I was on internet looking info about Islam just by curiosity then I met Rukiye a turkish girl, and other girls one from spain also converted and some others that I couldn't keep contact with, just Rukiye who's since the beginning till now with me Alhamdulillah, I told her about my curiosity to learn about Islam, she helped me a lot in same way we used to talk about politics too is a very wise girl masha'Allah, finishing that year I came back to my country Peru,being here my interest grew up more for that time, I was few years between university and learning just by reading even I said shahadah when I was with a friend on videocall, I wanted still to do it with a Imam, then I met this turkish boy who Alhamdulillah also helped me a lot learning since he was in a dorm  of Islam he used to share some of his knowledge and suggest me some good books to read and then he told me about a Cemaat a dergah of muslims here in my city so last year I went there, a bit afraid , but they confirmed more how beautiful is islam by their way of life the noor in them the caring of them towards me always, so with the Imam there I took shahadah last year and, all this time all happened to me was hiden and i s still hiden from my family, when I did a little try to tell them about islam to tell them that im muslim they simply reacted so bad making a walla between them and me about Islam which makes me sad even for prays and anything I should do it hide from them which make my way more difficult but I trust Allah, for the best :)

Story of Fatma from UK

Well let us start at the very beginning...i was born into a very ordinary Christian family in the early 60s, so there was nothing unusual in the fact that my parents divorced when i was three years old, it was simply a fact of the times, and although i did not realise it at the time i was to become a victim of the times.

My mother had an affair with a friend of my fathers that culminated in her leaving the family home to live with him and raise his children, She awoke one day, leaving me and my younger sister in the home alone, and left .. just up and walked out of the front door. Well, that left my father alone caring for two very young daughters, and in the early sixties that was no easy fete,so after a struggle trying to raise us and hold down a full time job he decided to give up our home and we moved in with his parents.

By the age of 11 my father had remarried and moved into a new home with his new wife, we were promised that we would join him very soon, but that never became a reality. My sister and i were left with our Grandparents, they cared for us, clothed and fed us and to be honest yes as God fearing Christians they installed into us a good background of respect and honesty.... but there was no love....... and without going into a lot of details i experienced a lot of abuse.. both mental and physical, From the age of 3 i had known very much sadness and pain, ..never a loving hug or words of kindness came my way....so many times the words 'Your just like your Mother echoed my way/

I grew up with my grandparents and being the typical western teenager at the age of 18 i decided to leave home..... become independent....... at least i couldn't still be hurt, or could i ?

Yes i could and was, so many times.......at the age of 24 i met the father of my three sons.... i believed was a good man. huh, okkkk ... yes he worked very hard always...... never messed about with other women, but .......... the one thing i always craved was to feel good inside...... to be loved and respected..... this never happened......... the promise of marriage always there......... never fulfilled......... My fault ? YES i believe so, i was naive, so believing, trusting ..........then i had a car accident........ followed by a major operation on my neck to prevent quadraplegia ..... how much worse could it get..... i stayed in my bedroom most of the time alone....i began to drink, i was taking so many prescription drugs as i was unable to move without pain.... my life became full of sadness.... i mean complete despair...... i had received no respect from my partner..... and no respect from my sons......my heart and my body were broken..... i ceased to exist... I desperately Prayed that i would really cease to exist.

May be right or wrong i began to talk to some friends on the internet..... they were Muslim.....One was an imam, i was invited to visit them in şanlıurfa Turkey.

woooow ...should i go or not my loyalty's were with my family, my sons..... i had vowed so many times they would not grow up without their mother as i had.

i spoke to my sister. i didnt know what to do....... I knew i had to do something . I couldnt continue as i had....... 24 hours a day spent in my bedroom with a bottle of wine or 2 or 3............I believed i was worthless no one could possible care for me ....... until my sister spoke these words........ she had tears in her eyes as she told me that she expected to come round to see me one day and i would be dead...she said it frightened her so much.This really shocked me ......... i had not expected this....... so with her blessing I told my partner it was finished...... I told my sons i was going away for a while.

There was a lot of disapproval, much name calling, i was called selfish among many other things.... but, i booked my flight, packed my case and in June 2008 i found myself in Turkey........

I stayed with a fantastic family, so full of love and understanding. Maybe i was brave or stupid .. I don't know. these were people i didn't really know very well..... I was a single woman alone in a foreign country..... but I have never felt so safe or loved as I did then.......... they spoke of Islam and their love of Allah. l saw this on a daily basis there. I began to realise that i could be loved that my life was worth something, there was a purpose, and more to the point I was not to blame

Well, after a few months my imam the father of my wonderful Turkish family became very ill, he had apparently been suffering from diabetes from years but had not known, all medicines, doctors and hospital treatment have to be paid for in Turkey and the family were ordinary village people, they did not have the financial means to see a doctor for every ailment. My Imam was rushed to hospital, where he had both legs amputated, after a couple of weeks he had lost his sight and the ability to speak, he died within the month. . The family no longer had the bread winner so they had to move back to the city so that their other family members could help them, it was with a very sad and heavy heart i had to leave.

I returned back to the UK , feeling so different, I was heartbroken that i was parted from the ones that had shown me so much that had shared their home their lives and their love but i felt different they had taught me something great something wonderful, that i was worth something..... I could be loved.........

I continued to speak with my family over the internet, we spoke of Islam and the more i learned the more i wanted to feel safe, to be loved,to belong, i wanted to share and be part of what my Turkish family have, and to have peace in my life so on the 15th November 2008 i said the Shahada and declared my belief in the oneness of Allahu ta'âlâ and acceptance of Muhammad "peace be upon Him" as his Prophet.

I began to wear Hijab after a couple weeks and wear it always now, i say salaat everyday. i moved 300 miles away from my home town with two of my sons...A new start.......... its not easy i wont pretend it is, sometimes i feel a little lonely and sometimes i shed a tear for the child that had to endure such a painful life, but .........

yes i found Islam.... and Yes everything is wonderful Alhamdulillah ,

Allah has given me a NEW BEGINNING

I would like to say that i shed more than one tear writing this but now they are tears of happiness  

Story of Meriam from Puerto Rico

I come from a very liberal country (Puerto Rico), which allows freedom. I married very young, at age 17 I had my first son who is now 14 years old, then at 20 I had my second son who is now 12 years old and I divorce from this person that just really hurt me. The following year I went to live with a person for 9 long years, I had my third daughter who is now 10 years, I operated for not having more children because my health not allowed me not to have children, but at three months pregnant output again and had my fourth daughter who is now 9 years old. I had a very difficult life in this relationship, with much suffering, many humiliations and much emotional abuse to me and to physical abuse to my two sons. I end with this relationship in March 2011 and decided to leave the country in order to make a new life, that's when I moved to Florida Usa in August 2011.

Then two years ago I began to know about Muslim friends, I began to learn about Islam. as the days passed I began to search for information about Islam and little by little I started introducing more and more, until one day I decided to accept Islam in my life "Alhamdulullah". In 2012 came the time of Ramadan and I decided to do the Ramadan and the second day July 21, 2012 I did my Shahada. After my start to Islam now I'm helping new Muslims to learn the basics of Islam In Sha Allah. Honestly my life completely changed my way of thinking, the way I dress, the way I feel, my behavior, well changed everything "Alhamdulillah". I feel like a different person every day I want to be a better person to serve those who need me In Sha Allah.