A TRUE STORY OF HOW A PUNK ACCEPTS ISLAM
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A TRUE STORY OF HOW A PUNK ACCEPTS ISLAM Let's start at the beginning (always a good place AlhamduliLlaah). Life began for me in a place called Chatham in Kent in England way back in 1383H/1963CE. I am a girl an only child. My parents and their parents and their parents etc. were all English along with myself so as you can see I am not from an Islamic background. Anyway, when I was only a little tot of barely 4 years my parents packed up and whooshed us all across the Atlantic to North America. My parents loved it over there but I grew up to hate it. I never got on there no matter how hard I tried. With my limited knowledge I felt English at heart (may Allaah protect me from feelings of nationalism and other such nonsense) and my mission in life was to return to the UK. I had a long wait in front of me. All my life in spite of the usual selfish non-islamic lifestyle I led my love towards my Creator was always in the background Masha Allaah. But due to my pride and insecu