Shariffa Carlo had joined a US group with a sinister motive to prepare youth for sending them among Muslims to weaken their faith and spur a women’s rights movement in the Middle East. But his life began to change when a Unitarian Christian professor opened his eyes saying Jesus (peace be upon him) was in fact a Prophet and not a god as is wrongly believed in the Christendom.

The story of how I reverted to Islam is a story of a series of my plans.

I made plans, the group I was with made plans, but Allah made His own plans. And Allah is the best of Planners.

When I was a teenager, I came in touch with a group of people how harbored a very sinister agenda. They were, and probably still are, a loose association of individuals who would work in government positions, but have a special agenda to malign Islam and harm the Muslim community. It is not a governmental group that I am aware of, they simply use their positions in the US government to advance their cause.

One member of this group approached me because he saw that I was articulate, motivated and very much advocate of the women’s rights. He told me that if I studied international relations with an emphasis on the Middle East, he would guarantee me a job at the American Embassy in Egypt.

He wanted me to eventually go there to use my position in the country to talk to Muslim women and encourage the fledgling women’s rights movement. In the beginning I thought this to be a great idea. I had seen Muslim women on TV programs and I thought they were a poor oppressed group. I wanted to lead them to the light of 20th century freedom.

With this intention, I went to college and began my education. I studied Qur’an, Hadith and Islamic history. I also studied the way I could use this information. I learned how to twist the words to say what I wanted them to say. It was a valuable tool. Once I started learning, however, I began to be intrigued by this message. It made sense. That was very scary. Therefore, in order to counteract this effect, I began to take classes in Christianity.

I chose to take classes with a professor on campus because he had a good reputation and had a Ph.D. in Theology from Harvard University.

I felt I was in good hands. I was, but not for the reasons I thought. It turns out that this professor was a Unitarian Christian. He did not believe in the trinity or the divinity of Jesus. In actuality, he believed that Jesus was a Prophet.

He proceeded to prove this by taking the Bible from its sources in Greek, Hebrew and Aramaic and showed how and where the changes had been made. He showed historical events, which shaped and followed these changes. By the time I finished this class, my deen had been destroyed, but I was still not ready to accept Islam.

As time went on, I continued to study, for myself and for my future career. This took about three years. In this time, I would question Muslims about their beliefs.

One of the individuals I questioned was a Muslim brother with the MSA. Alhamdulillah, he saw my interest in the deen, and made it a personal effort to educate me about Islam. May Allah increase his reward! He would give me dawaa at every opportunity which presented itself.

One day, this man contacted me, and he told me about a group of Muslims who were visiting in the town. He wanted me to meet them. I agreed and went to meet with them after Ishaa (night) prayer. I was led to a room with at least 20 men inside. They all made space for me to sit, and I was placed face to face with an elderly Pakistani gentleman.

Mashallah, this brother was a very knowledgeable man in matters of Christianity. He and I discussed and argued the varying parts of the Bible and the Qur’an until the Fajr (dawn prayer). At this point, after having listened to this wise man telling me what I already knew, based on the classes I had taken in Christianity, he did what no other individual had ever done.

He invited me to become a Muslim. In those three years I had been searching and researching, no one had ever invited me. I had been taught, argued with and even insulted, but never invited. May Allah guide us all!

So when he invited me, it clicked. I realized this was the time. I knew it was the truth, and I had to make a decision. Alhamdulillah, Allah opened my heart, and I said, “Yes. I want to be a Muslim.”

With that, the man led me to shahadah, in English and in Arabic. I swear by Allah that when I took the shahadah, I felt the strangest sensation. I felt as if a huge, physical weight had just been lifted off my chest; I gasped for breath as if I were breathing for the first time in my life.

Alhamdulillah, Allah had given me a new life, a clean slate, a chance for Jennah, and I pray that I live the rest of my days and die as a Muslim. Ameen.

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Courtesy: islam-universe.com