MY JOURNEY TO ISLAM

I’ve been through many painful things in my life and I always found peace in praying to God because when people let me down I felt He’s my only friend,the one who really knows me, loves me and listens to me. But I was not religious and my acts were not so right. After a time, more specific at 16  I start being depressed about this life, about the temorary hapiness that some things and moments bring in our lifes  and I tried to find the purpose/sense of it.

I start becoming religious, a better ortodox christian and I remember asking God exactly like that: “God,please,transform me in the person you want me to be!”. I was referring in a better person generally. As the time passed by, I made some muslim friends and that was my first connection with Islam. They were  not ptacticing Islam  but my curiosity part made me read and study about it after some discussion with them regarding Jesus and Unicity of God.

As I saw the differences between christianity and Islam I start comparing and completely fell in love with all the rational and kind teachings of the Coran. I relized haw much the scriptures, the words of God were changed by people and I was following that without to know. I had some negative thoughts stuck on my mind by media but my muslim friends explained to me verry well and  with their encouragements I took the decision to convert at the age of 16.

I was the most happy person to know that God gave me the truth so I said to them shahada and start step by step to pray and build my relation with Allah (swt). Shaitan played many tricks on me ,makeing me so frustrated with learning the suras and the prayer steps and throwing in front on my internet page bad and false things about Islam wich discouraged me soemtimes but I asked God to guide me all the time.

Before converting, when I was on the stage of studing Islam I was sharing with my mom what I found in the Islamic books and we were discussing how logic and beautiful it is. And when I took the decision I talked with my parents and tell them sincerely what I felt. “It’s the same God..I don’t do anything bad….that will make me a better person” and so on, and they comented something like I  am not yet 18 years old and it’s a big sin to change the religion but in the final they said it’s my decision and if that makes me happy they respect it. My father don’t care too much about what I do generally so it wasn’t that hard since my mom is my best friend ever. I thank God He gave me such an understandable parents.

In all this years I’ve changed myself and I remember how I was praying before Islam seeing that God really transformed me in the person he wanted me to be, the person He wants all of us to become…a muslim