My Road To Al-Islam I came from a avrage American home growing up. I was a normal child, with a normal family life. I grew up in a Christian home, attended Sunday school, when I was older helped with needs around the church, etc. When I was in the third grade around 6 years old, I decided that I didn't want to go to church anymore. I explaned my feelings to my mom who accepted my choice and allowed me to stop going to church. Even as a small child the trinity and God having a biological son didn't sit right with me, or even sound right. When I was in middle school I decided that I needed a new relationship with God, and started going to church with my bestfired, who's stepdad was the pastor of the church. But with her church was not about religion, but about boys, and how good you looked. But this seems to be the trend today amongst some sects of the Christian church. Women dressed up like a show to get attention from men, not to worship the creator. This made me upset and displeased so I left church again. I still prayed and asked God to guide me to His truth, and to accept it when I found it, or it found me. When I started high school, I decided to start back to church again. This came to me after falling in with the wrong group of friends, they used to steal cars, etc. I questions my local pastor on different chapters I read in the Bible, why did certain things contradict others. I was left with more questions, and answers that where questions. A year later I was home cooking dinner, when my uncle come over, telling me to get dresses because he was taking me somewhere. He took me to a place that I had never noticed before, a small building near a high school that some of my friends went to. Pointing to three women dresses in balck, he told me to go through those doors and go down stairs, there his wife would be waiting for me. So I did what he said and went down stairs. Once down there I began to look around there where only seven women there at the time. But there was a feeling that over took my body, a feeling a belonging an awakining of my soul for the first time. I met my uncles wife, who handed me a white scarf and told me I'd have to cover my head with it. So I remember giving her a funny look and putting it on. I asked her way I had to cover my head. And she gave me a simple answer; "This is the way Mulsim women dress, and out of respect you should do it also." That night I met many women who where so very nice, and answered many questions I might had thaught of, but didn't. About an hour after being there, I heard this voice come over the speakers. Not being able to make out what he was saying, but all the women where running to get in line. My aunt told me that they where forming a prayer line to pray the sunset prayer [maghrib]. I stood there in awh watching them, never had I seen any person pray in this manner. And all thses people from different back grounds, different parts of the world all praying to gether, falling on their faces in prayer. When my uncle was taking me home he asked me what did I think. I looked at him, not knowing anything about Islam, and said this is what I was surching for, what I want. I took my shahadah two weeks later. I have been Muslim for five years now, and it's the best thing I have ever done.