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John Fontain
John Fontain was raised as a Christian but always believed in the concept of One God. In 2006 he started looking into Islam after coming in contact with Muslims in West Africa. Having researched the religion he finally embraced Islam in 2008, in Cairo, Egypt. Since then he has been actively involved in Da’wah work (inviting people to Islam). John also runs his own charity organisation “Volunteer Sierra Leone” which helps support over 65 Muslim schools throughout Sierra Leone. After researching extensively some of the oldest scriptures of the Bible he discovered some key points that will ultimately change the way Muslims and Christians view Jesus and his Message. All of these points and more will be discussed further in the book “Jesus & the Injeel…the Untold Story.”\
Leila Reeb, 29 Milton Keynes, Bucks (Englamd)
Leila Reeb, 29, converted to Islam when she was 25. She is married to Danny, 28, who also converted four years ago - before the couple met. The pair are both teachers and live in Milton Keynes, Bucks. Leila says:
"The usual reaction when people find out I converted to Islam in my twenties is curiosity.
My husband and I are both white and British so we're not what you'd think of as "typical" Muslims.
I had a normal upbringing in a typical UK family. Growing up, religion didn't really play any role in my life and I was a stereotypical teenager.
I rebelled and got a tattoo and a lip ring. I had boyfriends and would go out drinking with my friends. At uni there was a big drinking culture and I did part-time bar work as well.
I didn't have any Muslim friends and had very stereotypical ideas of what Islam was about - a male- dominated culture where women were oppressed.
But all that changed when, aged 25, I went on holiday to Egypt. There I met Muslim locals and found myself absorbed by their culture. Hearing the call to prayer every day awoke something in me and I started to feel a strong spiritual connection to Islam.
I was astonished at how respectful the men seemed - not like the letches at home.
Once home I decided to find out more and I got in touch with a friend who had converted to Islam. He invited me to a talk and when I walked in, the room was full of women wearing niqabs. I thought they would judge me but they were so welcoming.
As I explored Islam more, it hit home that I felt a connection because it was what I believed anyway. I realised it made sense not to drink because it's bad for you and I found covering up was more liberating than being a slave to fashion.
Soon afterwards I made my declaration of faith and converted to Islam. It felt like the right thing to do but it took a few weeks for me to tell my family and I was nervous about their reaction.
At the time there were lots of terrorism arrests taking place in the UK. My family were worried at first but I made a real effort to show them that I hadn't changed.
I wear a headscarf but I chose not to wear the hijab and my family could see I was still the same person. Now they are very supportive.
Danny and I come from non-Muslim families. We met online chatting about this and it's helped that we've had this shared experience. We got married two years ago in a mosque.
Most friends have been accepting. A few non-Muslim mates have struggled but there have been hardly any negative reactions.
We're lucky in the UK that everyone is free to be who they want to be. I'm proud to be British and to be Muslim - there's no conflict between the two.
I'm still reading the Koran and learning more about Islam all the time - it's not all been plain sailing. Eating Halal, and fasting for Ramadan, were big changes and waking up at 3am to pray never gets easier. But now I really believe in the life I am living. I've never once regretted my choice."
"The usual reaction when people find out I converted to Islam in my twenties is curiosity.
My husband and I are both white and British so we're not what you'd think of as "typical" Muslims.
I had a normal upbringing in a typical UK family. Growing up, religion didn't really play any role in my life and I was a stereotypical teenager.
I rebelled and got a tattoo and a lip ring. I had boyfriends and would go out drinking with my friends. At uni there was a big drinking culture and I did part-time bar work as well.
I didn't have any Muslim friends and had very stereotypical ideas of what Islam was about - a male- dominated culture where women were oppressed.
But all that changed when, aged 25, I went on holiday to Egypt. There I met Muslim locals and found myself absorbed by their culture. Hearing the call to prayer every day awoke something in me and I started to feel a strong spiritual connection to Islam.
I was astonished at how respectful the men seemed - not like the letches at home.
Once home I decided to find out more and I got in touch with a friend who had converted to Islam. He invited me to a talk and when I walked in, the room was full of women wearing niqabs. I thought they would judge me but they were so welcoming.
As I explored Islam more, it hit home that I felt a connection because it was what I believed anyway. I realised it made sense not to drink because it's bad for you and I found covering up was more liberating than being a slave to fashion.
Soon afterwards I made my declaration of faith and converted to Islam. It felt like the right thing to do but it took a few weeks for me to tell my family and I was nervous about their reaction.
At the time there were lots of terrorism arrests taking place in the UK. My family were worried at first but I made a real effort to show them that I hadn't changed.
I wear a headscarf but I chose not to wear the hijab and my family could see I was still the same person. Now they are very supportive.
Danny and I come from non-Muslim families. We met online chatting about this and it's helped that we've had this shared experience. We got married two years ago in a mosque.
Most friends have been accepting. A few non-Muslim mates have struggled but there have been hardly any negative reactions.
We're lucky in the UK that everyone is free to be who they want to be. I'm proud to be British and to be Muslim - there's no conflict between the two.
I'm still reading the Koran and learning more about Islam all the time - it's not all been plain sailing. Eating Halal, and fasting for Ramadan, were big changes and waking up at 3am to pray never gets easier. But now I really believe in the life I am living. I've never once regretted my choice."
Ibrahim Killington.
Before I came to Islam, my life was really focused on drink, drugs, having fun.
The whole purpose of life was just to have fun, have a laugh; the way to make your life bearable until you die, and hanging around with people of similar interests which were not always the best company to keep.
My first experience of seeing Muslims was the 9/11 attacks. I remember I was quite young at that time, I wasn't completely aware of what was going on. In fact, I ran to my friends after seeing the news report, and I told them that the "tourists" have declared war on America, because I had never heard of terrorists before.
As the war was unfolding, I was seeing more and more about the war in Afghanistan, I started understanding that these people are Muslims. The Muslims are doing these horrible atrocities around the world. So, from the media bombardment, I started getting a strong hatred for Muslims. So much in fact. I tried to join the army three times with the goal of wanting to go over there, and kill as many of these people as I could, to do my bit for my country and to make it a bit safer for my family. I thought they were the big evil of the world.
Discovering Islam
I started hearing a bit more about Islam, the last time I was applying for the army, I came across this radio station, at that time, I was listening to conspiracy theory radio, and things like this. It was a radio station from the American Government called Terror Talk, and it was talking about the life of the Prophet (peace and blessings be upon him).
It just didn't sound right to me that people would follow him from all of these evil things that they were saying about him. So, I started to question what Muslims believed at that time, I was on a spiritual search anyway.
At the time I was looking into Norse Mythology and Paganism, and one of my friends told me before you decide on this paganism thing have a look around a bit more. Therefore, I came across Muslims on the Internet. I think one of the first people I saw on the Internet was Baba Ali. He broke the stereotype of Muslims for me. I was surprised that this guy is funny and he was very laid back. He wasn't with a big beard shouting "Kill the Kafir," and this kind of stuff.
I eventually picked up the Quran from college. When I had it, I thought I was actually picking a "Terrorist Handbook," and I was worried that MI5 would come after me as soon as they saw me taking it out of the library.
But as soon as I started reading the book, it hit me immediately. I couldn't stop reading it; it sank deep into my heart. As I continued reading through the different surahs (chapters), I remember reading about people in the fire having boiling water to drink that is burning their throats. As I could read this and I was living this awful life, I could feel my throat burning, and I could feel how real this thing was, and how I had to change.
First, I went to the mosque, I spent all day there reading. My Mum called me in the evening and asked me where had I been all day. I said I was at the mosque
So she said, "No, you can't be at mosque, you are a Christian. Christians don't go to mosques."
She was very shocked and was sure that I was going down a bad path.
That was my Mum's original reaction, after a while she started to accept it. She cried a lot. I'm not too sure why she was crying, I think she felt I was rejecting everything she taught me.
A lot of people say that when they found Islam, it is as if they've come home. And that's the feeling I get. Me in the past wasn't me at all, I was being controlled by something else. Only good things have happened since I've become Muslim.
If I was going to give advice to someone else who is thinking about Islam, I'd definitely tell them to come to the mosque and speak to a man of knowledge. Do not search the Internet for the answers. There are some good things on the Internet, but when you don't know anything about Islam, you can't judge what is right and what is wrong. So it's much better to speak to someone.Spend time with Muslims. I spent many weeks in their company, and you get an understanding of who they are and what kind of quality of people they are.
Don't be afraid of what your family think; I've had many people and myself as well I was worried about what my parents would think, but at the end of the day Islam is for you, and you should hope the best for your parents will come afterwards.
The whole purpose of life was just to have fun, have a laugh; the way to make your life bearable until you die, and hanging around with people of similar interests which were not always the best company to keep.
My first experience of seeing Muslims was the 9/11 attacks. I remember I was quite young at that time, I wasn't completely aware of what was going on. In fact, I ran to my friends after seeing the news report, and I told them that the "tourists" have declared war on America, because I had never heard of terrorists before.
As the war was unfolding, I was seeing more and more about the war in Afghanistan, I started understanding that these people are Muslims. The Muslims are doing these horrible atrocities around the world. So, from the media bombardment, I started getting a strong hatred for Muslims. So much in fact. I tried to join the army three times with the goal of wanting to go over there, and kill as many of these people as I could, to do my bit for my country and to make it a bit safer for my family. I thought they were the big evil of the world.
Discovering Islam
I started hearing a bit more about Islam, the last time I was applying for the army, I came across this radio station, at that time, I was listening to conspiracy theory radio, and things like this. It was a radio station from the American Government called Terror Talk, and it was talking about the life of the Prophet (peace and blessings be upon him).
It just didn't sound right to me that people would follow him from all of these evil things that they were saying about him. So, I started to question what Muslims believed at that time, I was on a spiritual search anyway.
At the time I was looking into Norse Mythology and Paganism, and one of my friends told me before you decide on this paganism thing have a look around a bit more. Therefore, I came across Muslims on the Internet. I think one of the first people I saw on the Internet was Baba Ali. He broke the stereotype of Muslims for me. I was surprised that this guy is funny and he was very laid back. He wasn't with a big beard shouting "Kill the Kafir," and this kind of stuff.
I eventually picked up the Quran from college. When I had it, I thought I was actually picking a "Terrorist Handbook," and I was worried that MI5 would come after me as soon as they saw me taking it out of the library.
But as soon as I started reading the book, it hit me immediately. I couldn't stop reading it; it sank deep into my heart. As I continued reading through the different surahs (chapters), I remember reading about people in the fire having boiling water to drink that is burning their throats. As I could read this and I was living this awful life, I could feel my throat burning, and I could feel how real this thing was, and how I had to change.
First, I went to the mosque, I spent all day there reading. My Mum called me in the evening and asked me where had I been all day. I said I was at the mosque
So she said, "No, you can't be at mosque, you are a Christian. Christians don't go to mosques."
She was very shocked and was sure that I was going down a bad path.
That was my Mum's original reaction, after a while she started to accept it. She cried a lot. I'm not too sure why she was crying, I think she felt I was rejecting everything she taught me.
A lot of people say that when they found Islam, it is as if they've come home. And that's the feeling I get. Me in the past wasn't me at all, I was being controlled by something else. Only good things have happened since I've become Muslim.
If I was going to give advice to someone else who is thinking about Islam, I'd definitely tell them to come to the mosque and speak to a man of knowledge. Do not search the Internet for the answers. There are some good things on the Internet, but when you don't know anything about Islam, you can't judge what is right and what is wrong. So it's much better to speak to someone.Spend time with Muslims. I spent many weeks in their company, and you get an understanding of who they are and what kind of quality of people they are.
Don't be afraid of what your family think; I've had many people and myself as well I was worried about what my parents would think, but at the end of the day Islam is for you, and you should hope the best for your parents will come afterwards.
Emma Taylor, 30, from Reading, Berks (England)
Emma Taylor, 30, from Reading, Berks, loved partying but converted to Islam. She says:
"I was raised a Catholic but after-school partying and living a wannabe WAG lifestyle became my religion. I loved buying sexy clothes and hanging out with mates.
As a filing clerk in an office I only earn £16,000 but until last year I managed to make it stretch by living in a shared house so I could spend my cash on looking and feeling good.
However in January last year, with my 30th birthday looming, I began to think that waking up with a hangover most mornings, having no long-term bloke in my life and no real ambition meant something was missing.
I'd also just come through a bad break-up and one night my Muslim mate invited me around for dinner.
Susan was more stable and content than my friends and I always turned to her for advice even though, at 28, she was two years younger than me. She converted to Islam three years ago.
While I was at Susan's she broke away to pray. I watched and she seemed so at peace with her life. That's when I asked her about her religion.
She didn't earbash me but she suggested websites and that I should go to a mosque. She said everyone was welcome, if respectful of others.
On March 2 I went to mosque with her. She'd told me what I should wear and supplied me with a headscarf. The day changed my life.
Sitting with the other women I felt a weird sense of relief and acceptance come over me. For an hour my problems disappeared. I liked the boundaries, with the men separated from the women, and the sense of reverence, of kindness. For the first time ever I felt spiritually alive.
With my friend's help, I converted. It was a radical change for me and many of my other mates thought I was mad. I persevered and discovered the Muslim community is made up of many races and everyone is very welcoming.
Now I pray five times a day, read the Koran, go to mosque and have been welcomed by everyone - there are lots of young white women my age.
I haven't had a drink in six months - the longest since I started sneaking booze at 13. I'm healthier and happier.
I wear a hijab or head scarf almost all the time I leave the house and I also don't eat pork - I tell friends my love of bacon butties has been replaced with a love of my new religion."
"I was raised a Catholic but after-school partying and living a wannabe WAG lifestyle became my religion. I loved buying sexy clothes and hanging out with mates.
As a filing clerk in an office I only earn £16,000 but until last year I managed to make it stretch by living in a shared house so I could spend my cash on looking and feeling good.
However in January last year, with my 30th birthday looming, I began to think that waking up with a hangover most mornings, having no long-term bloke in my life and no real ambition meant something was missing.
I'd also just come through a bad break-up and one night my Muslim mate invited me around for dinner.
Susan was more stable and content than my friends and I always turned to her for advice even though, at 28, she was two years younger than me. She converted to Islam three years ago.
While I was at Susan's she broke away to pray. I watched and she seemed so at peace with her life. That's when I asked her about her religion.
She didn't earbash me but she suggested websites and that I should go to a mosque. She said everyone was welcome, if respectful of others.
On March 2 I went to mosque with her. She'd told me what I should wear and supplied me with a headscarf. The day changed my life.
Sitting with the other women I felt a weird sense of relief and acceptance come over me. For an hour my problems disappeared. I liked the boundaries, with the men separated from the women, and the sense of reverence, of kindness. For the first time ever I felt spiritually alive.
With my friend's help, I converted. It was a radical change for me and many of my other mates thought I was mad. I persevered and discovered the Muslim community is made up of many races and everyone is very welcoming.
Now I pray five times a day, read the Koran, go to mosque and have been welcomed by everyone - there are lots of young white women my age.
I haven't had a drink in six months - the longest since I started sneaking booze at 13. I'm healthier and happier.
I wear a hijab or head scarf almost all the time I leave the house and I also don't eat pork - I tell friends my love of bacon butties has been replaced with a love of my new religion."
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