I experienced childhood in a Muslim family whose individuals were not placing their confidence by and by. For a long time, I used to believe that being Muslim was something you get by birth, similarly just like a lady, dark, and so forth
At the point when I was 19, once more, I fought that philosophy. I was persuaded that religion is certainly not a DNA matter but rather a CHOICE! However, however I didn't have confidence in any religion, I was persuaded that there was a God some place. So I chose to be a deist. Being a deist is to have confidence in a God, however not in a religion.
At 21 years old, I was living by my own in an understudy habitation in Canada, for one year. One night, being in the kitchen – a spot shared by all the understudies – a youthful Muslim man, who really was one of my companions as well, came to me and enquired about my confidence and I educated him concerning my deist conviction. At that point the second came when he asked me the very inquiry that completely transformed me: "Are you glad about that?"
My answer was no. At that point I took the choice to search up for the Truth. Obviously, I did put stock in a God, however what sort of God? Who right? Having a Muslim foundation, I normally went to Muslim people to discover answers. Surely, I had no inquiry for neither Christian, nor Jewish individuals for I knew nothing about their confidence.
A couple of days after the fact, my Muslim companion returned to get some information about my "Otherworldly Quest".
Since I had not discovered whatever could fulfill, I disclosed to him that I have discovered nothing unique out. At that point he said to me: "As a Muslim man, I clearly anticipate that you should become Muslim as well".
He left me dumbfounded. So I head up to my little understudy room. As I remained at the doorstep, I admired the sky and said to God: "Me?! A Muslim?! NEVER!! I'm simply so depleted pretty much those things! I quit!
As I entered in my room, set down on my bed and heard some Christmas music, I out of nowhere raised up and, hit by clarity, yelled to myself: "Jesus! Obviously, Jesus! Jesus is the Truth!"
After this, I experienced a period of battle that I had never tested. That was really the hardest piece of my life. I had grown up lacking only at that point, I experienced starving occasions and was practically going to wind up destitute. However, through that brutal time, I could find out about the certified help and sofa-bed that God is; and, more than anything, the True Friend he is.
Presently I know. I found the Truth, yet then the greater part of all—I discovered Peace. Obviously I actually have tough situations, battles, similarly as any other person. I experience times of shortcoming as well in any case, in contrast to my life at that point, I can depend on Jesus. I don't need to go on with my own quality. Furthermore, for a long time, I am living with His Love, His Friendship in each move make and each progression I take in my life.
On the off chance that, similarly as I did, you are searching for the Truth, why not lift your eyes up to God and ask him: "Who right?"