Where do I start? My name is Cala and I have been Muslim for Four Days.
I Guess I should give those of you Interested a little background information. I was born in a small down in Texas to a young Christian single mother. (Technically she was married to my father, but he when off to find work to support his new family and never came home.) My biological father, who I saw only a few times in my life was Muslim, but inside the home I grew up in there was a divide. My mother was Baptist and her husband was Mormon. Growing up I always seemed to displease one parent while trying to discover my own religious identity; so for a long while I was spiritually dormant awaiting something, but I wasn't sure of what.
Flash forward to Sunday, May 19, 2011 I had hit a all-time low, both spiritually and mentally. It seemed I was having problems in every aspect of my life and I have no release from the mental prison I was in. So I began to pray. I prayed HARD. As I laid in the darkness tears filled my eyes and I called out to God. I first I felt nothing, but still I continued calling out to Allah to hear my pleas. I prayed harder than I ever had about anything EVER. Then a miracle happened. As I lay on my bed surrounded by darkest....All the lights in my room came on. Not just on, but they seemed to shine brighter than I had ever seen them shine. I jumped up in amazement and partial fear, but I realized I had nothing to fear. Allah was with me, he had heard my pleas. I felt a fullness in my heart and soul like I had never felt before, and although I new little about Islam, I know Allah was my lord and must serve him for the rest of my life.
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