I remembered one time when i finally worked up the courage to walk into a book store and get a copy of the Quran and another book about Mohammed the Messanger of Islam, it was a store in the city, just one of those normal book store, they didnt have much of a selection but it was easier to buy a book there then it was to go to Lakemba and walk into one of those Islam religious book stores lol.. where the men wore they lil caps and abayas...
So i got these two books and read them, but i could see a vast difference between the authors. The book store sold books from non muslim authors and i could tell that they didnt believe in Mohammed being a Prophet and they just sounded so skeptical, where as when i read from islamic website the information was so much more detailed.. I realised that i need to get my information from good sources. So i would print books off the internet at work without anyone knowing or see what i was doing..
Now i was in the mind set, that i need to know more, just a little bit more to make up my mind.. ill just read one more book.. I loved reading about the miracle of the Quran, it made me believe so much more... its stunning that this information was there my whole life and id never came across it, no one had told me about it, not even the Muslims that i went to school with..
In my head i was like, 'wow this is a great religion, how beautiful, but how come i dont know anyone who is like these mulsims that i read about?' i questioned myself, am i reading all this information correctly, is this religion really this fair?
I read about Hijab, and about Jesus, about marriage, about death, about our purpose, about jihad and everything made so much sense....
Whats going on with me? Am i really thinking of becoming a MUSLIM?
As i was learning, i would share what id discovered with my best friend (Ruby ill call her). She was the only person who had a hint of what was going on with me.. I hide it so well from my work, family, friend and it was like i had a 2nd life.
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