who we Must worship 7/10





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Uploaded on May 9, 2010

I proceed to the search engine Dad has raved about; I type in Muslim and press the magic go key! My eyes fill with colors of red, white, blue letters of m, i Links! Links! Links! Which to chose, theyre all so beautiful!? There are the regular sitesthen there are the exceptional sites! The first one I ventured into was http://www.islamonline.nettaught me the basics but I still yearned for more. I continued to visit numerous websites but I still couldnt find exactly what I was looking for. I wanted to talk to a young Muslim girl my age. It took me about a week of serious searching and scaling almost all of the internet (probably, LoL) to find an e-mail pen pal site. Now the real story begins. I filed my pen-pal form on the site writing, Non-Muslim seeking to speak with Muslim young woman to find out more about Islam and hoped for the best. Within three days I received an e-mail from a young woman named Maryam who is a born Muslim, but her mom is a revert. Maryam and I began talking just about school, family, friends, and our problems. We became very close friends, almost sisters. As I was continuing to watch the American Media, which I would later find out is very bias, and usually sides with the Jewish people, I had more and more questions on Islam. Except this time I actually had someone to ask the specific questions to.
The first question I asked was Do you think UBL did this? and she kind of avoided my question (which I later found out why and will explain) so I went on. The next question was about the scarf (hijaab); she answered me with unwavering attention and precision. The hijaab was the hardest thing to put into action for me (I will explain later). But Maryam (bless her soul) did her best and told me everything she could and what she couldnt she gave me URLs which I could read more information if I wanted. Then there were the rules about boyfriends, pork, and more. The rules werent the things that caught my attention, it was the benefits, love, structure, discipline, and most of all spirituality.

I was never religious before Islam. I went to church maybe a total of five times in my life. My mother grew up in a strict Roman Catholic family in New Hampshire with 6 children. My father grew up in a Protestant\Atheist household really not practicing ever once.
So our religious life in the Koenig family was not very strong. I can re-member going to church as a child and hating it. The other times I can only remember are funerals and weddings. I just remember listening to the Priests babble on and on never made sense to me. Once in a great while when I was feeling low I would read some of the Bible but always felt like it was a boggled mess that was so difficult to understand and comprehend. Not just that but it didnt make sense to me at all. Before Islam I always felt like there was a big chunk of my heart missing yet I didnt know what it was. So, how do I convert? I asked Maryam on an early fall day. Take the shaada. I took the shaada. Now I am a Muslim. The date is September 18th, 2001. My heart felt full, I felt I have a purpose, life inside me to live. I went to good ol Wal-Mart and bought some plain handkerchiefs blue, red, green, and pink. I decided to wear these as my souped up version of makeshift hijaab. I have worn handkerchiefs over my hair before; it was not a big difference for me. Then came the days of wearing the handker-chiefs for 2 weeks, maybe three and going out one damp cold morning without it. It was almost as though I couldnt function. I realized its time to try the full hijaab. I met another sister, Umme (means Mom in Arabic, but shes like a mom to me), from Maryland via the computer. Because I was looking for someone to send me some books, maybe some extra hijaabs. Bless Ummes soul because I went to the mailbox one morning and got the beloved yellow slip saying you have a box so I went literally POSTAL (no pun intended, yeah right) wondering if it was from Umme or my Aunt my aunt always sends me tons and tons of hair products which I cant get enough of. Here it issomeone sent you a lot of stuff, said the Postal Worker and I look up and to my amazement theres a box as two times wider then me (and trust me, thats wide) and half my height!!! My eyes open with won-der and shear excitement! I lug the box out to the car and squeeze it into my moms Nissan Altima, which thank goodness is a large car, if I would have had my Saab I would have had to tie it to the roof, and flew home as fast as I could. Its a box of treasures!!! Ma come look!! I cant believe this!! I said to my mother, screaming with excitement almost tearing up because I couldnt believe a person could ever be this generous. This was my second encounter of the love and sincerity of Islam (of course Ma-ryam).

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