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PostSubject: "Could I Deal With God - Directly?" "Muslim - Christian Dialog" changed her life S   Mon Jul 11, 2011 2:36 pm

I Deal With God - Directly?"
- Christian Dialog" changed her life

Anne Wanted to Have Direct Access to God
She Got it - with ISLAM
Anne Collins
tells of wanting to be a nun in the Catholic Church
before finding her way to Islam

searching Christianity for truth - A Muslim gave her something
to really think about.

I Deal with God Directly?
Hayat Anne Collins Osman

was raised in a religious Christian family. At that time, Americans
were more religious than they are now—most families went
to church every Sunday, for example. My parents were involved
in the church community. We often had ministers (Protestant “priests”)
in the house. My mother taught in Sunday school, and I helped

must have been more religious than other children, although I
don’t remember being so. For one birthday, my aunt gave
me a Bible, and my sister a doll. Another time, I asked my parents
for a prayer book, and I read it daily for many years.

I was in junior high school (middle school), I attended a Bible
study program for two years. Up to this point, I had read some
parts of the Bible, but had not understood them very well. Now
was my chance to learn. Unfortunately, we studied many passages
in the Old and New Testaments that I found inexplicable, even

example, the Bible teaches an idea called Original Sin, which
means that humans are all born sinful. I had a baby brother, and
I knew that babies were not sinful.

Bible has very strange and disturbing stories about Prophet Abraham
and Prophet David, for example. I couldn’t understand how
Prophets could behave the way the Bible says they did.

were many, many other things that puzzled me about the Bible,
but I didn't ask questions. I was afraid to ask—I wanted
to me known as a “good girl.”

there was a boy who asked, and kept asking. The most critical
matter was the notion of Trinity. I couldn’t get it. How
could God have three parts, one of which was human? Having studied
Greek and Roman mythology at school, I thought the idea of the
Trinity and powerful human saints very similar to the Greek and
Roman ideas of having different so-called “gods” that
were in charge of different aspects of life (Astaghfir-Ullah!).
The boy who asked, asked many questions about Trinity, received
many answers, and was never satisfied. Neither was I. Finally,
our teacher, a University of Michigan Professor of Theology, told
him to pray for faith. I prayed.

I was in high school, I secretly wanted to be a nun. I was drawn
to the pattern of offering devotions at set times of day, of a
life devoted entirely to God, and of dressing in a way that declared
my religious lifestyle. An obstacle to this ambition, though,
was that I wasn’t Catholic. I lived in a Midwestern town
where Catholics were a distinct and unpopular minority! Furthermore,
my protestant upbringing had instilled in me distaste for religious
statuary, and a healthy disbelief that dead saints had the ability
to help me.
In college, I continued to think and pray. Students often talk
and argue about religion, and I heard many different ideas. Like
Yusuf Islam, I studied the Eastern so-called religions: Buddhism,
Confucianism, and Hinduism. No help there.

met a Muslim from Libya, who told me a little about Islam and
the Holy Qur’an. He told me that Islam is the modern, most
up-to-date form of revealed religion. Because I thought of Africa
and the Middle East as backwards places, I couldn’t see
Islam as modern.

family took this Libyan brother to a Christmas church service.
The service was breathtakingly beautiful, but at the end, he asked,
“Who made up this procedure? Who taught you when to stand
and bow and kneel? Who taught you how to pray?” I told him
about early Church history, but his question made me angry at
first, and later made me think.

Had the people who designed the worship service really been qualified
to do so? How had they known the form that worship should take?
Had they had divine instruction?

knew that I did not believe in many of the teachings of Christianity,
but continued to attend church. When the congregation recited
pieces I believed to be blasphemous, such as the Nicene Creed,
I was silent—I didn’t recite them. I felt almost alien
in church, almost a stranger.

shocker! Someone very close to me, having dire marital problems,
went to a curate of our church for advice. Taking advantage of
her pain and self-loathing, he took her to a motel and seduced

to this point, I had not considered carefully the role of the
clergy in Christian life. Now I had to. Most Christians believe
that forgiveness comes through the “Holy Communion”
service, and that an ordained priest or minister must conduct
the service. No minister, no absolution.

went to church again, and sat and looked at the ministers in front.
They were no better than the congregation—some of them were
worse. How could it be true that the agency of a man, of any human
being, was necessary for communion with God? Why couldn’t
I deal with God directly, and receive His absolution directly?

after this, I found a translation of the meaning of the Qur’an
in a bookstore, bought it, and started to read it. I read it,
off and on, for eight years. During this time, I continued to
investigate other religions.

grew increasingly aware of and afraid of my sins. How could I
know whether God would forgive me? I no longer believed that the
Christian model, the Christian way of being forgiven, would work.
My sins weighed heavily on me, and I didn’t know how to
escape the burden of them. I longed for forgiveness. I read in
the Qur’an,

among them in love to the Believers you will find those who say,
‘We are Christian’: Because amongst them are Men devoted
to learning, and men who have renounced the world and are not

when they listen to the revelation received by the Messenger,
you will see their eyes overflowing with tears, for they recognize
the truth. They pray, ‘Our Lord! We believe. Write us down
among the witnesses.

what (reason) have we that we should not believe in Allah and
in the truth that has come to us, while we earnestly desire that
our Lord should cause us to enter with the good people?] (Al-Ma’idah

began to hope that Islam held the answer. How could I find out
for sure?
I saw Muslims praying on the TV news, and knew that they had a
special way of praying. I found a book (by a non-Muslim) that
described it, and I tried to do it myself (I knew nothing of Taharah,
and did not pray correctly). I prayed that way, secretly and alone,
for several years.

about eight years after first buying my Qur’an, I read:

day have I perfected your religion for you, completed My favor
for you, and chosen Islam as your religion.] (Al-Ma’idah

wept for joy, because I knew that, way back in time, before the
creation of the Earth, Allah had written this Qur’an for
me. Allah had known that Anne Collins, in Cheektowaga, NY, USA,
would read this verse of the Qur’an in May 1986, and be

I knew that there were many things I had to learn, for example,
how to pray properly, which the Qur’an does not describe
in detail. The problem was that I didn’t know any Muslims.

are much more visible in the US now than they were then. I didn’t
know where to find them. I found the phone number of the Islamic
Society in the phone book, and dialed it, but when a man answered,
I panicked and hung up. What was I going to say? How would they
answer me? Would they be suspicious? Why would they want me, when
they had each other and their Islam?

the next couple of months, I called the mosque a number of times,
and each time panicked and hung up. Finally, I did the cowardly
thing: I wrote a letter asking for information. The kindly, patient
brother at the mosque phoned me, and then started sending me pamphlets
about Islam. I told him I wanted to be Muslim, but he told me,
“Wait until your are sure.” It upset me that he told
me to wait, but I knew he was right, that I had to be sure because,
once I had accepted Islam, nothing would ever be the same again.

became obsessed with Islam. I thought about it, day and night.
On several occasions, I drove to the mosque (at that time, it
was in an old converted house) and circled it many times, hoping
to see a Muslim, wondering what it was like inside.

one day in early November 1986, as I was working in the kitchen,
I suddenly knew, knew that I was Muslim. Still a coward, I sent
the mosque a letter. It said, “I believe in Allah, the One
True God, I believe that Muhammad was his Messenger, and I want
to be counted among the witnesses.”

brother called me on the phone the next day, and I said my shahadah*
on the phone to him. He told me then that Allah had forgiven all
my sins at that moment, and that I was as pure as a newborn baby.

felt the burden of sin slip off my shoulders, and wept for joy.
I slept little that night, weeping, and repeating Allah’s
name. Forgiveness had been granted. Alhamdulillah.

statement a person makes when accepting Islam (and many times
a day thereafter: I testify that there is no deity other than
Allah, and I testify that Muhammad (SAAWS) was a Messenger of
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