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Isabelle Eberhardt • Uluç Ali Reis • Claude Alexandre • Parameswara • Marmaduke Pickthall • Jacques-Francois Menou • Rudolf Carl von Slatin  • Lord Headley • Malcolm X • Samori Ture • Muhammad Ali • Keith Ellison • Ahmad Rashad • Cat Stevens • Dave Chappelle • Nicolas Anelka • Kareem Abdul Jabbar • Murad Wilfried Hofmann • Jermaine Jackson • Yvonne Ridley

In the United Kingdom and France, up to 50,000 people converted in the last decade in each country. Germany (up to 4000 a year) and many other places around the world.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_converts_to_Islam

 

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Jayne Kemp

“I wasn’t looking for any religion at the time but for every question I got answered about Islam I just had five more – I think I fell in love with it.”

Jayne made the decision to tell colleagues she had converted when she wanted to start wearing a hijab to work – and says they have all been supportive.

She is now working with the Greater Manchester Muslim Police Association to design a regulation police hijab and tunic – as one has never been needed before in the force.

http://www.manchestereveningnews.co.uk/news/greater-manchester-news/eccles-pcso-converts-to-islam-after-1250294

 

Why Do People Convert to Islam..?

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Report Cambridge

Women’s stories of conversion to Islam in the UK: A new Cambridge report

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  1. adilsud says:

    Hanaan from Texas

    “Assalam Alaikom! My birth name is Brooke but I go by Hanaan now. I was raised in a Southern All-American family. I partied, I drank, I dated, Asthagfirullah. I was never taught the purpose in life. I moved around a lot after I turned 18, meeting Muslims everywhere I went. I was so drawn to Muslims and I never knew why. I started studying and eventually it came to a day that I felt I couldn’t go another day without being Muslim, I took Shahada that night with a Muslim friend after watching Ahmed Deedat and Yusuf Estes videos. The next day was Jummah, and to my surprise my American friend took her Shahadah the same day! I started to wear hjiab every day after that. Of course my family was not happy, and I lost a lot of friends, but I just remember Allaah (swt) does not give us anything we can’t handle. Today I am an American hijabi and I can honestly say I could not imagine myself without Islam.”

    ‪#‎revertsister‬ ‪#‎convertsister‬ ‪#‎mslimah‬ ‪#‎revertstory‬

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  2. adilsud says:

    Jewish Scholar Moved by the Prophet’s Forbearance
    Zaid ibn Su`nah Accepts Islam

    The blessed Companion of the Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him), Abdullah ibn Salam narrates that when Allah willed to guide Zaid ibn Su`nah (the great Jewish scholar of Madinah), Zaid ibn Su`nah said:

    “I recognized all of the signs of prophethood upon seeing the face of Muhammad save two signs that were not immediately evident:

    That his forbearance would precede his rashness, and that his forbearance would increase upon encountering excessive rashness.”

    Zaid ibn Su`nah reports [the story as follows]:

    “One day, the Messenger of Allah (peace be upon him) came out from his apartment with `Ali ibn Abi Talib. A Bedouin, riding his camel, came to him and said:

    “O Messenger of Allah! A group of my people of such and such a clan have accepted the faith and embraced Islam. I used to tell them that if they embraced Islam, there would be great abundance in their provision [due to divine blessing].

    Now, however, they are facing famine due to lack of rain. I fear, O Messenger of Allah, that they will leave Islam out of greediness as they embraced it out of greediness. If you think it proper, send something that would suffice them.”

    The Prophet looked to the man next to him, who I believe was `Ali, who replied:

    “O Messenger of Allah! Nothing is left with us.”

    Zaid continues:

    “I approached the Prophet and said:

    “O Muhammad! If you desire, rent me such and such garden of dates for a fixed period of time.”

    He replied: “No, but I’ll rent you a certain amount of date [palms] until such and such period without specifying the garden.”

    I replied: “Alright.”

    Thus, he rented them to me, and I opened my purse and took out eighty mithqaal of gold (350 grams) to pay for the particular dates for a fixed period. The Prophet handed the gold to the man and instructed him:

    “Help them through this and distribute it justly.”

    Zaid ibn Su`nah goes on:

    “Two or three days before the fixed period was to end, the Messenger of Allah (peace and blessings be upon him) came out with Abu Bakr, `Umar, `Uthman (may Allah be pleased with them), and a number of other Companions to offer the funeral prayer. When he finished the prayer and approached a wall to sit against it, I came to him, grabbed him by his shirt and cloak, and looked at him angrily and said:

    “O Muhammad! Why don’t you pay off my due?! By Allah, I know nothing of your family except deferment [on debts]. I know well of your people.”

    `Umar took me, paid off my debt, and gave me an extra twenty saa` of dates
    Saying this, I looked at `Umar whose eyes were bulging and turning out of anger. He glared at me and said:

    “O enemy of Allah! Did you actually just say what I heard to the Messenger of Allah? Did you really just do to him what I saw? By the One Who holds my life in His hand, if I were not concerned with [the Prophet’s] leaving us, I would have struck your head with my sword.”

    The Messenger of Allah, who was looking at me quietly and patiently, said:

    “O `Umar! We don’t need this. I was more in need of your advice to pay off his loan well, and he your advice to deal courteously. Go with him `Umar, pay off his loan, and give him twenty extra saa` (44 kilograms) of dates because you frightened him.

    Thus, `Umar took me, paid off my debt, and gave me an extra twenty saa` of dates. I asked him: “Why this increase?”

    He replied:

    “The Messenger of Allah (peace be upon him) ordered me to give you this for my scaring you.”

    I asked: “Do you recognize me, `Umar?”

    “No”, he said.

    “I am Zaid ibn Su`nah,” I said.

    “The scholar of the Jews?”

    “Yes, the same one.”

    “Then what made you behave and speak with the Messenger of Allah as you did?” He asked.

    “O `Umar!” I replied.

    Now I have recognized these two signs as well.
    “I recognized all of the signs of prophethood upon seeing the face of Muhammad save two signs that were not immediately evident: That his forbearance would precede his rashness, and that his forbearance would increase upon encountering excessive rashness. Now I have recognized these two signs as well.

    Bear witness, O `Umar! I am pleased with Allah as my Lord, with Islam as my religion, and with Muhammad as my prophet. Also bear witness that I give half of my wealth – and I have plenty of wealth – in charity to the nation of Muhammad (peace and blessings be upon him).”

    `Umar said:

    “Perhaps to some of them because your [money] won’t suffice for all of them.”

    “Alright, to some of them.'”

    `Umar and Zaid returned to the Messenger of Allah (peace be upon him) and Zaid publicly announced the Shahadah:

    “I bear witness that none is worthy of worship besides Allah, and I bear witness that Muhammad is His servant and Messenger and I believe in him.”

    Thus, Zaid testified to the Prophet Muhammad’s message and took the pledge of allegiance on his hand.

    Zaid participated in a number of battles along with the Prophet and was martyred in the expedition of Tabuk whilst facing the enemy and not in retreat.

    May Allah be pleased with him.

    References:

    The story was transmitted by Al-Tabarani (al-Mu`jam al-Kabeer), to which Al-Haithami says that all of the narrators of the tradition are sound. Also transmitted by Ibn Majah, Ibn Hibban, and Al-Hakim, among others.

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  3. adilsud says:

    From a Wiccan to a Blessed Muslim
    Reflections of an American Convert

    Growing up in the U.S. in the 1980s, my knowledge of Islam was flawed and minimal.

    My father taught my brother and I to be aware of the world, interested in other cultures, and well-read.

    At that time, the media portrayed Islam on the basis of the Iranian Revolution and the conflict in Palestine. Portrayals of women’s issues were limited to the “Not Without My Daughter” variety.

    Though I never saw the movie or read the book, my understanding at that time was that Muslim women were slaves to their husbands, there were no limits to the number of rival wives, wives were beaten or even killed if they gave birth to a daughter, and neglected if they did not give rapid birth to sons.

    The sight of women in full black coverings, that we were led to believe were very heavy and contained several layers, including veils over their faces, was frightening to a girl raised in the era of Madonna and Cyndi Lauper.

    In addition to these greater problems, we were taught in school that Middle Eastern women were not allowed to leave their houses and lived in great poverty, sharing their rooms with their rival wives and all the children, rarely seeing their husbands.

    In our rare and minimal instruction on the history or culture of Islam, no distinction was made between the variety of cultures in the Middle East and Islam as a religion. I did not realize that anyone other than Arabs and some African Americans were Muslim, and I did not realize that not all Arabs were Muslim.

    Because my father told me that the best education I would ever receive was the education I could give myself by reading, I became a serious reader. I spent more time in the library than anywhere social, and I read so much that when it was necessary to punish me, my parents knew the only effective way was to take my books away.

    Alhamdulel Allah, this love of books has remained with me and though I never expected it to happen, this love of learning helped to lead me to Islam. I read The Autobiography of Malcolm X when I was in fifth grade and although it did not open my mind to Islam, I did refuse to eat pork after that. Even if it did not cause a deep change in my thinking, in later years I would realize that it planted something in my mind and heart; I just was not ready to accept it or put much thought into it.

    Unhappy Years

    I became mildly involved with Wicca (white witchcraft), but was only playing with it
    Over the years I was abused, molested, and otherwise used by many people in my life. This led me to move out of my parents’ home when I was 16 years old. My brother remained in the home and struggled with his own issues, including gang activity.

    I finished high school on time and went on about my life, proud that I could handle so much responsibility on my own. I did not put much thought into God at this time. I became mildly involved with Wicca (white witchcraft), but was only playing with it and realize now how blessed I was that I did not cause serious damage to myself or others with my games. I also began to pick up bits and pieces of religious cultural practices, such as traditional Celtic and Native American spirituality (I am Native American and Irish) and Hinduism and Buddhism—without actually understanding any of it or connecting it properly with a Higher Power.

    I lived a fairly wild life of sex, mild drug use, clubbing and partying. I “loved” everyone and enjoyed myself in every hedonistic way I could, with no concern for my future on this earth or in the hereafter. I also suffered major depressions; in fact, the depressions began when I was very young, partly in response to the restrictions I felt that my Christian parents placed on me. At times I was suicidal and it was only through the grace of Allah that my attempts did not do any permanent damage to my body or mind.

    Although I professed a social conscience and was the first to support all kinds of causes, I actually lived my life very irresponsibly. I did not hold jobs on a regular basis, lived hand-to-mouth, and tried to have little cares. While living with very little, I was in fact very materialistic and self-absorbed. I did nothing truly valuable for society and was a drain on my family and friends.

    My Brother a Muslim!

    After my son was born my brother came to visit the family. He told me a lot of what he was learning
    It was during this time that I met one of my brother’s fellow gang members and became seriously involved. Although because of our relationship both my brother and his friend left the gang, there were still many trials awaiting all of us.

    My new man had a serious drug habit that I was not experienced enough to deal with and could not do anything about. We ended up in all kinds of legal troubles and ran away to a different state to avoid them. During this time, I hit a low point, living in the park, nearly starving to death, suffering miscarriages, and doing things for money that I never would have thought I would do.
    Upon our return to our home state my boyfriend was arrested and I discovered I was pregnant again. By some miracle of Allah, my child was healthy and strong and I managed to carry him to term. In between time, my brother had been to jail and converted to Islam but upon release had moved out of town and we had no contact.

    After my son was born my brother came to visit the family. He told me a lot of what he was learning, and I was impressed with the changes to his personality and manners. It seemed that the structure of Islam were a very good thing for him. He had previously been diagnosed (I believe correctly) with Schizo-Affective Disorder (Schizophrenia, including hallucinations, with acute depression) but since his conversion he exhibited no symptoms and needed no treatment.

    My brother had become a gentle and soft-spoken man, dressed in traditional clothing and carried himself with great respect. He shared the basics of Islam with me and I was happy for him that he had found this belief, but had no interest in changing my own life.

    With my son’s father in prison, I tried to become more responsible and put my life in order for my son’s sake. I began to attend church with my mother. A few months after my brother came home to visit, he returned with a wife in full veil, and months later she was pregnant with their first son. I wanted to like my new sister-in-law, but I think in retrospect that I was ashamed of my own ways and for that reason could not accept her modesty. May Allah bless her for her patience and willingness to continue to share Islam with me despite my attitude toward her.

    I remember his visits brought out a side of me I had not known existed
    My brother also brought a friend home to talk with my mother about Islam. This was the first Muslim man besides my brother that I met and I remember his visits brought out a side of me I had not known existed. This Muslim man always struck me as bright white. I know now that it was because he had nur (light, shining) in his face, though I was too shy to look at him directly.

    Every time he visited, I found myself running to cover my half clothed body. To this day I make du`aa’ for this brother’s safety and well-being as he made such an impression on me, but I have never seen him since. I had by that time met a man who seemed nice and responsible and I was dating him.

    My brother and his wife moved in with my mother, son and I, and my new fiancé visited every day. A few months before my nephew was born, my brother and his wife moved to their own apartment and I had thoroughly worked my poor sister-in-laws nerves to the point that we could no longer maintain contact. I then married my fiancé and moved from my mother’s house as well.

    After my nephew’s birth and my marriage, I began to visit with my brother and his wife. I was moved by the peacefulness of their home and family life. My sister-in-law sought to make my son and I comfortable when we visited, and began to tell me a bit more about Islam.

    My husband did not like my brother and made disparaging comments to his face and behind his back that shamed me. This caused strife in my marriage and I began to spend a lot of time at my brother’s house since my husband did not allow me to work.

    Over time I found myself interested in my sister-in-law’s covering and began to understand the comfort she must feel, maintaining her privacy. I was also able to determine that the fabric used was not oppressive or hot as I had always expected.

    When I suggested to my husband that I might like to cover, he scoffed at me. He had always encouraged me to wear revealing clothing, and I think it made him feel good to have a “sexy” wife, but I did not feel respected. After only a few months of marriage, and only a week after our baptism in the church, he revealed to me that he was having an affair and no longer wanted to be married. Again, my life was in shambles and I moved my son and I back to my mother’s house.

    with my life still a complete mess, I decided that I was fed up trying to live my own way.
    My Muslim Sister-in-Law

    Of course, I then spent even more time with my sister-in-law. My brother and his wife were the only people supportive of me after my husband kicked me out. The church we attended told me there was always a reason that a man would have an affair and that it was a shortcoming of the wife. They also told me that I should not look for work or leave his home, even though he had told me to leave, as I was sinning by creating a life without him instead of being patient waiting for him to return.

    The church did not offer to pay for my son’s food or clothing or diapers so that I could wait for “God to move my husband’s heart”, they only judged me and this made me very cynical.

    My brother and his wife understood that I needed to look after my son and that my marriage was over. They offered their home to me and my sister-in-law offered to babysit so that I could work. They took the time to explain to me the Islamic views on marriage, divorce and women’s rights. I was greatly surprised to discover that this so-called masochistic religion was in fact more realistic and understanding of my plight than my church had been.

    Unfortunately, before I could tell my brother that I was ready to live with him, he and his family were forced to leave town very unexpectedly. After they settled down, my sister-in-law wrote to me and we began to maintain contact.

    After only a few more months, with my life still a complete mess, I decided that I was fed up trying to live my own way. I found my brother’s former employer, who was Muslim, and begged him to take my son and I to my brother’s home. He happily complied, also giving me a Quran to read on the way.

    This brother was so kind and respectful to me, and very thoughtful of my son. He offered to marry me, but I was shocked by this and asked for time to be with my brother. He delivered me to my brother with no hard feelings and went back to his business.

    Shahadah & Hijab Issues

    I heard the adhan called five times a day and was surrounded by Muslims.
    Living with my brother and his wife proved to be more of a challenge than I expected and we were terribly poor. But I took my shahadah and lived in a town where I heard the adhan called five times a day and was surrounded by Muslims.

    There were a lot of problems too, but I always remember how beautiful it was and I miss those days. My brother and his wife taught me how to make wudu’, prayer, and dhikr, and nearly everything else I needed to know to begin to live as a Muslim.

    Eventually, I had to come home to find work and provide better life for my son. I stopped wearing hijab and niqab and did what I had to do to find work. I had made some basic moral improvements and proudly stated that I was a Muslim, but I found it very hard to live as one.

    My town does not have a tight-knit community, and unfortunately, my pre-Islam past was leaked out and sisters were not willing to speak to me. Alhamdulel Allah, I found a job where I had access to the internet and began to look up information about Islam and purchase books. This also led to me purchasing hijabs, and eventually niqabs, although my employer refused to allow me to wear hijab.

    On-line I made many Muslim friends and built my own little community. I also found a new husband. Due to my own impatience and particularly strict views, that marriage also quickly failed and I left him. After leaving my husband, I again gave up hijab and niqab and began to live a little wildly. I hid it well, but I did not live Islamically at all for a time. To this day, I wonder what better turn my life might have taken if I had stayed with that husband, but Allah apparently had other plans for me.
    Marriage & Work

    He was willing to accept Islam and took his shahadah and we married.
    Again, I met a man. He was kind and gentle and generous and I fell in love. But he was not Muslim. I was honest with him that I was Muslim and could only marry a Muslim. I began to wear hijab again and he accepted this. He was willing to accept Islam and took his shahadah and we married.

    After some time, I again was blessed to find a job with internet service and built up a community of sisters again. I finally began to do what I had always wanted to do: write. With the support of sisters on-line, I even began to write Islamic stories and articles. My employer also appreciated the Islamic viewpoint that I brought to our social service work, as well as the integrity I brought to the office. They were pleased that I wore hijab and supported me, in-as-much as non-Muslims can.

    Although I continue to strive hard, it is not always easy. I struggle like anyone else and my faith sometimes seems like it may falter. But I try to remember that everything is in Allah’s Hands and that as long as I am struggling against my own nafs and obeying Him, He protects me. I am blessed to have a lot of Muslimah friends all over the world, and hope, insha’Allah, to someday move to a stronger community of believers.

    It is impossible for me to forget that Allah used my own younger brother to bring me to the truth, and I recognize this blessing is unique. Although my parents are unwilling to hear about Islam, I know that I am blessed to have family that I can share this gift with.

    I make du`aa’ that through my writing I glorify Allah and encourage others to seek His Path—the only true path to happiness and a good life—Islam.

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