My story towards Islam

I was born and raised in a Muslim country-Malaysia. Even though we have many non-Muslims here such as Chinese, Indians, Christians and many more, the practice of Islam is good. The official religion of this country is Islam Alhamdulilah.

Since my childhood, all my friends were  Malays (Muslim).When I was 10 years old, one of my friend lend me 2 books on prophets it is called 25 Rasools. I took this book to my school and read is during break. Many of my Muslim friends got shocked, but I don’t bother at all. Some of my friends started to do dawah to me even though they are only 10 years old. I told them that I will convert but I just don’t know when.
One day I started to perform the prayer just by covering my head with a towel and without taking wudhu. I perform the tashahud as how I have seen before. I asked my mother whether I can convert, she said no.

Actually Islam came to my life when I was 8 years old when I got to know a Chinese mix Muslim girl. She taught me how to write alif, baa, taa and so on. I wrote some of these Arabic words and took it to school. I still remember that one of this Muslim teacher scolded me and pinched me after looking at the papers where I wrote Arabic. She said as a kafir I am not supposed to do this things and she thought I was just mocking Arabic. I was only 8 years old and I copied everything exactly from an Islamic book.

When I grow older, my friends started to tell me about Jannah and hell. I got very scared. But that time I only fear of Allah and nothing else.

When I entered my high school, I have lost contact with my Muslim friends. All the friends I have were non-Muslim.

Finally I entered university and alhamdulilah I came back to the right path after 1 year in the University. I started to mix with Muslim friends. All my Muslim friends are the one very religious and wear khimar all the time. I do have some friends who are not that religious but again they are much better than non-Muslim.
Most of them got married and they used to tell their husband about me and their husband will advice them to bring me to Islam. they tried to advice me but I told them that the right time hasn’t come yet.
Even before converting, my friends started to call me Syarifaah. They don’t call me by my original name.
Couples of months before convention, many strange things happen to me. I know how to say syahadah and whenever my mind is not thinking about anything; my heart keeps on saying syahadah. Even when I want to sleep. I will say syahadah many times. During convocation in March there were many stall at my university. I went to one of the Islamic stall and I saw Kalimah Allah. I touched them and I felt very strange.

So  in the beginning of April, I got to know an American revert. I told him many things about Islam and he keeps on asking me to convert. But I said I will convert once I finish my studies and he said what if you die tomorrow. That question makes me to think deeply. For 6 days he didn’t come online. I was very depressed and I didn’t go out of the room and I don’t do anything for the 6 days. I was just waiting for him to come online. On 12th April 2007, he came online and we started to have more serious talk about converting.

He asked me to take shower and take wudhu. I did as he said. I repeat the syahadah twice after him. It was 3am.then he taught me how to read Al-Fatihah. I need a book with the translation. I went to my friend’s room. I told her room mate everything and suddenly my friend woke up. She was sick actually and she said that she dream that I was praying and wearing the praying cloth. She handed me a book before she sleep.

Suddenly I heard adhan for subh prayer. I told him that I don’t know where the qiblat is and I don’t have anything to cover my awra. He said just find something to cover yourself and just sujud as thanking Allah. I did as he said.

The next day I woke up exactly for zohr prayer. I felt like someone woke me up. I ran to my religious friend’s room and pray together. For the ishaa prayer, I successfully memorized Al-Fatihah and prayed my first independent salat. That was the time I cried a lot and only Allah knows how I felt.
Finally, 12 years of waiting have ended. Alhamdulilah,….


  1. imad said,

    December 2, 2009 at 8:40 pm

    Assalamoelaikoem warahmatullahi wbarakatuh,

    I saw the link to your blog on turntoislam….May Allah bless you a beautifull reversion

    Fi amanillah

    Wassalamoelaikoem warahmatullahi wbarakatuh,


    • revert2007 said,

      December 3, 2009 at 1:00 am

      JazakaAllahu khairan.Please do give suggestions on how we can improve this blog to help other reverts.This blog is belong to all of us inshaAllah

  2. Canab said,

    December 3, 2009 at 12:57 am

    Maasha allah sister my Allah bless you and your family. I just read your story it is fascinating story. I always like your cooments and the way you encourage new muslims and people who want to now about islam. You are a star for the muslims and Islam. may allah bles you sister.

    Your sister in Islam Canab C

    • revert2007 said,

      December 3, 2009 at 1:02 am

      JazakaAllahu khairan sister.Please feel free to give suggestions to improve this blog:)

  3. Dawud said,

    December 13, 2009 at 8:20 pm


    welcome to the deen little sister, may Allah keep you strong on his path, ameen.

  4. December 23, 2009 at 5:56 pm

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  5. algerian adam said,

    March 7, 2010 at 10:54 pm

    it is really an impressive story.
    alhamdulilleh, now you are a muslim and may allah the almighty to steadfast you on the straight path and make things easy for you.

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