Bismillah irRahman irRaheem As Salaam Alaikum, It all started when I was in high school, back around 1973. I knew alot of people who were going to the temples. They kept asking me to come to a meeting but I was not interested. Then one day someone talked to me and said I could ask question, so we (some other sisters and myself) decided to go. We went to a meeting and someone spoke, at the end they asked if anyone had any questions. I had two, # 1- if Elijaah Muhammah died who would take his place? The answer was the next person in line or something to that affect. # 2- if Allaah died who would take his place? The answer was Allaah does not die and the person answering the questions went on to explain more. I was very moved by his answer and became Muslim (well I thought at that time I had become a Muslim). I was very involed, my name became Brenda 30x, the sister were called M.G.T.'s  (Muslim girl trainies). I worked in their sewing factory making garments that we wore at that time, I was on staff which was apart of doing lots of paper work. You should get the picture by now Insha'Allaah. My family members thought I had become apart of a clut, they said I had been brain washed. I never believed in Jesus (as) as lord, but as I look back it was only by Allaah's Mercy. After Elijaah Muhammd died, his son Warith D. Muhammad took his place. He started telling us to read Qur'an and started teaching us how to make Salaat. The more I read Qur'an and Prayed, things began to happen to me inside. My thoughts became different, I had questions about these teachings from the past as well as that persent time. Something was wrong with those teachings from Warith D. Muhammad. Even though he said we should pray, read Qur'an ,started calling temples- Mosque. I listened to the things he would say such as, we didn't have to cover, but I would read in Qur'an we should. Then I noticed he was doing some kind of double talk. Saying something but not to the point where it could  be fully understood. Then one day I had enough and we (another sister and I) went to a Masjid, called The Islaamic Center, where things were totaly different. The sisters dressed the way Allaah said to dress, the Imam's talked with such wonderful things coming out of their mouths. I studied want was being said, I would go home and look in Qur'an to see if it was there and it was. I understood things, there was nothing I had to figure out. I found out about hadiths, about The Prophet (SAW) and His companions and so on. Ramadhan which I knew nothing about before then. I found out my Salaat was incorrect. Sisters, I found out I was astray and never on the right path. But!!! Allaah is The Greatest, because Allaah the One whose Hand my soul is in had Mrecy on me and put Islaam in my life. And here I am today, only by the Mercy of Allaah, The Most High- telling this story of mine....O Allaah! Please never let me backside and always let me remember where I came from and where I could have gone...Ameen Umm Algie...Wa Salaam Alaikum