Dys said:
ZeeClone said:
I spent 3 months after university with my Mrs living/working in the nearest city to our uni.
In that time we really hit rock bottom. Moving house three times in a week was the worst, spending less than 48 hours in one house before the landlord kicked us out because he didn't want to live with a muslim.
During that time I was working three jobs that were 20 miles apart with nothing but my bike & public transport to get me between them. My fiance was working 2 jobs as well, but they were slightly less crazy travel distance.
I was sleeping in snatches of 2 hours, running into the house to shower and reload my rucksack with food every other day.
Just before christmas in 06 I got a call from a company based near Bristol offering me a job and relocation expenses.
I truly believe that I would not have survived that time period without the will of the almighty. It truly was a hellish trial He put us both through, but we're stronger for it now.
So really, that's me. I look forward to reading other people's comments. Try to keep the flaming to a minimum.
That's a brilliant example of why it's good to have faith, and how it can give you strength. But what was it, if there was any single event or influence, that gave you, I don't know, the freedom I suppose, the have faith? (I mean upbringing, friends, etc).
Let me give you a bit of background first off.
I was born to Christian parents, my father is an anglican minister, my mother a lay-preacher. I was baptised and confirmed and was happy (as much as you can be as a teenager) in my faith.
Certain events occurred in my first year of university that utterly shattered my faith in Christianity and the Almighty. At best I believe I would have found myself a Christmas Christian for the rest of my days.
In my final year I met a girl who would go on to be my fiancée she is also a quite devout Muslim. Our relationship developed to the extent that the serious conversation of marriage popped up and that if she was going to marry me I'd need to be Muslim. (This particular point can be a debate for another thread, I'll try to keep on topic here.)
I personally could see little difference between the God of Christianity and Allah of Islam and this led me to read further into Islam, knowing in advance that if I converted just to get married it would be as though I never had. This was something I didn't want.
Through the reading I did I re-discovered the faith I had in God, like finding a single hot coal at the bottom of a fireplace covered in clinker.
Most of my reading went on hold just prior to the events detailed above at the end of 06. That turned out to be the fan that really re-ignited my faith.
To properly answer your question Dys, I would say that:
- it was my parents and my upbringing that instilled my faith in me
- Events in my late teens that shattered my faith in Christian dogma
- Meeting my fiancée showed me that dogma wasn't a pre-requisite to faith
I should also say something that has truly cemented my faith and that is that even after telling my parents about my intention to convert (which was a conversation I will gladly never have twice) they are fully accepting of me as a Muslim (especially from the dietary requirements end) and of my fiancée.
That's quite a post I must admit. If I've skipped a bit from not concentrating or I've managed to waffle around your question, I'd be happy to clarify.
Zee