The Story Of A Convert: I Was Shown The Heart Of A True Muslim

Sometimes, I wake up to find one of them putting hibiscus leaf paste on my temples to relieve the pain or find one of them cooking soup for me to eat. I was so sick that I couldn't work.

I don't have money. My family doesn't help me. Even the church I work at (right across the street from the house I live in) doesn't call me or send anyone to see if they can help me. During these two full years of migraine problems, only one friend came to see me or call me. It was like a knife stabbed in the heart.

I prayed many times every day that God would take away my headaches and that He would help me not to use these powerful drugs. I begged, I begged, I cried, I read the Bible, but the headaches and problems continued.

Some bad things happened. For example, I don't have money to pay rent. My son, who lives with me, does not give me money. When I couldn't pay the rent, he moved out of my house and went to live with his friends.

One day I asked Amina, one of the Malaysian sisters who covers herself from head to toe in the best Islamic way possible, if she would like to tell me something about her religion.

He said he preferred to ask a more knowledgeable person to tell me about religion because he didn't want to give me wrong information. So he referred Mahmoud (from Oman) to me.