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05. Afrah Alshaibani
May 2, 1996.
Ever since I can remember, my
family attended a non-denominational conservative Christian church (Church of
Christ). I grew up in the church, taught bible school and sang in the choir. As
a young teenager I began asking questions (as I think everyone does at one
point in their lives):
Why was I a member of the Church
of Christ and not say Lutheran, Catholic or Methodist? If various churches are
teaching conflicting doctrine, how do we know which one is right? Are they all
right? Do `all paths lead to God' as I had heard some say? Others say that as
long as you are a good person it doesn't matter what you believe - is that
true?
After some soul searching I
decided that I did believe that there was an ultimate truth and in an attempt
to find that truth I began a comparison study of various churches. I decided
that I believed in the Bible and would join the church that best followed the
Bible. After a lengthy study, I decided to stay with the Church of Christ,
satisfied that its doctrines were biblically sound (unaware at this stage that
there could be various interpretations of the Bible).
I spent a year at Michigan
Christian College, a small college affiliated with the Churches of Christ, but
was not challenged academically and so transferred to Western Michigan
University. Having applied late for student housing, I was placed in the
international dorm.
Although my roommate was
American, I felt surrounded by strange people from strange places. It was in
fact my first real experience with cultural diversity and it scared me (having
been raised in a white, middle class, Christian community). I wanted to change
dorms but there wasn't anything available. I did really like my roommate and
decided to stick out the semester.
My roommate became very involved
in the dorm activities and got to know most everyone in the dorm. I however
performed with the marching band and spent most of my time with band people.
Marching season soon ended and finding myself with time on my hands, I joined
my roommate on her adventures around the dorm. It turned out to be a wonderful,
fascinating experience! There were a large number of Arab men living in the
dorm. They were charming, handsome, and a lot of fun to be around. My roommate
started dating one of them and we ended up spending most of our time with the
Arabs. I guess I knew they were Muslims (although very few of them were practicing). We never really discussed
religion, we were just having fun.
The year passed and I had started
seeing one of the Arabs. Again, we were just enjoying each other's company and
never discussed our religious differences. Neither of us were practicing at
this time so it never really became an issue for us. I did, deep down, feel
guilty for not attending church, but I pushed it in the back of my mind. I was
having too much fun.
Another year passed and I was
home for summer vacation when my roommate called me with some very distressing
news: she'd become a Muslim!! I was horrified. She didn't tell me why she
converted, just that she had spent a lot of time talking with her boyfriend's
brother and it all made sense to her.
After we hung up, I immediately
wrote her a long letter explaining that she was ruining her life and to just
give Christianity one more chance. That same summer my boyfriend transferred to
Azusa Pacific University in California. We decided to get married and move to
California together. Again, since neither one were practicing, religion was not
discussed.
Secretly I started reading books
on Islam. However I read books that were written by non-Muslims. One of the
books I read was Islam Revealed by
Anis Sorosh. I felt guilty about my friend's conversion. I felt that if I had
been a better Christian, she would have turned to the church rather than Islam.
Islam was a man-made religion, I believed, and filled with contradictions.
After reading Sorosh's book, I thought I could convert my friend and my husband
to Christianity.
At APU, my husband was required
to take a few religion courses. One day he came home from class and said:
"The more I learn about Christianity, the stronger my belief in Islam
becomes." At about this same time he started showing signs of wanting to
practice his religion again. Our problems began. We started talking about
religion and arguing about our different beliefs. He told me I should learn
about Islam and I told him I already knew everything I needed to know. I got
out Sorosh's book and told him I could never believe in Islam. My husband is
not a scholar by any stretch of the imagination, yet he had an answer for
everything I showed him in Sorosh's book.
I was impressed by his knowledge.
He told me that if I really wanted to learn about Islam it must be through
Islamic sources. He bought a few books for me from an Islamic bookstore and I
started taking classes at a local mosque. What a difference the Islam I learned
about from Muslim sources from the Islam I learned about from non-Muslims!
It was so difficult though when I
actually decided to convert. My pride stood in the way for awhile. How could I
admit to my husband and my friend that they were right all along? I felt
humiliated, embarrassed. Soon though, I could deny the truth no longer,
swallowed my pride, and alhamdulilah, embraced Islam - the best decision I ever
made.
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