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2007-03-21 09:55:47 UTC
From Racism to Islam - "Miracles Do Happen" Marc Springer
My journey to Islam was not the usual one. Most white converts I havemet usually come from a liberal and very open-minded back ground. My
upbringing was far from this. Both of my parents were in the US
military and my upbringing was very strict. My father was very racist,
and because of this, I also was very racist myself until about the age
of 24. I can remember as a child listening to my father lambaste and
attack Arabs and Muslims and bash their religion, their way of life,
and their race. As this was the way I was raised, this is the position
I took as well.
I had a very troubled childhood, as the above can only begin to
describe. My father was an alcoholic and very physically abusive. I
grew up with the constant fear of violence against myself, my mother,
my brother and my sister. Coming from such a background, it only
seemed natural that I would seek a group of people to replace the
family life that I did not have at home. The problem is, with the way
I was raised, the people I sought this companionship from were the
worst of the worst.
For several years, I was heavily involved in the racist skinhead
movement. As with anything else in my life, I was not content to be a
follower, but always enjoyed taking the lead. My involvement in the
neo-Nazi skinhead movement was the same. I was well known and feared
in the town where I grew up.
My longing for family and friends, however, never killed the seed in
my heart that told me what I was doing was wrong and unjust. I
remember a Mexican schoolmate of mine asking me, when I was 16, "Why
do you hang out with those losers, you are better than that." He was
right, but I guess there was a part of me that, even though I hated my
father for what he was doing to the family, wanted to be just like
him. That is where my racism and hatred came from.
The situation at home became worse for me, so I was forced to move out
on my own. I think from this moment this is what sealed my future as a
Muslim getting away from my father and the hatred that he felt, and
experiencing the world and people on my own. The next few years were
pretty rough on me and I continued for many years on the path that I
had started on. I was drinking, doing drugs, and getting into very
serious trouble with the law. All the while, all of the people I had
sought to take the place of my family turned out to be the worst sort
of people: violent, dishonest, and untrustworthy.
I left my home state when I was 23, and, for the first time in my
life, I was able to experience life without the overwhelming figure of
my father hanging over me and the malign influence of my friends. I
started to see all of the carefully crafted lies that my life was
based on crumble around me. I slowly saw all of the truths that my
life was based on unravel. It is at this point that I started to
question everything in my life, including my religious beliefs. I took
the stance that everything in my life was suspect and had to be re-
evaluated.
I had a girlfriend at the time whom I later married. She had also been
active in the racist skinhead scene that I was involved with and I was
always worried that I might offend her with my new ideas and way of
thinking. I had always been an avid reader, and I took the next couple
of years to read everything I could get my hands onto. This passion of
mine led me to collect a small library of books that now consists of
over a thousand volumes, everything from Kant and Descartes to Tariq
Ramadan and Edward Said.
During this time, the Intifada was raging in Palestine. My father,
racist and anti-Semite though he was, had always supported the Jewish
state. I now think that he hated Jews, as well as anyone else who
wasn't white, but he hated the Arabs more than he hated the Jews, so
that is why he supported Israel. As I was rethinking everything I had
been taught when I was younger, I decided to take a closer look at
this struggle in the Middle East.
I started reading general books on Middle Eastern history and the
national politics of the area. Again and again I found that I was
having trouble understanding both the history and politics of the area
because I didn't have any sort of understanding about Islam. As a
child, I had attended church from time to time, but didn't have a firm
grounding in any religion. My father had a hatred of Islam, so as a
teen I had shared this hatred without having a clue as to what Islam
was about or what Muslims believed. It goes without saying that I had
never met a Muslim in my life.
So I started to look into Islam, its history and its beliefs. At this
time, the Internet was gaining in popularity so I used both print and
Internet sources to help me gain an understanding on the basics of
Islam and its history. I was living in Washington State and was not
aware of a Muslim community there, so there was really no one with
whom I could talk. Shortly after this, my wife's job transferred her
to England, so that was all about to change.
When I got to England, my interests strayed for a while. I was in a
new country with a long and rich history, so I spent a few years
exploring this history and traveling all over Europe. But from time to
time, events would draw my attention back to the Middle East and the
politics there. I was now in a country with a long-standing and well-
established Muslim community, although the town I lived in didn't have
any such community. I began now to read in earnest about Islamic
beliefs, ideology, and history. I also started reading the Qur'an .
From the very beginning, certain things struck a chord with me and
answered doubts I had always had concerning the religion I was raisedin. I had always taken issue with the idea that God could have
offsprings. From my readings, I recognized this belief as being
derived from pagan sources. Zeus, Odin, and numerous other pagan gods
all had children.
In the case of Odin, his followers even believed that he had been hung
on a tree, much like Christians believe that Jesus was hung on a
cross. Odinists, the name given to the followers of this ancient
northern European religion, also believed in a trinity of sorts formed
by Odin, his son Thor, and his consort Freja. It was clear this
innovation of the Christians did not have its basis in God, but in
previous pagan beliefs.
The other issue that I had always struggled with was the concept of
original sin. The idea that God could be so unjust as to hold myself
and everyone else responsible for the sins of others who had died
thousands of years before me just seemed so unjust. I had a basic
concept of God, and the idea He could be so unjust to do such a thing
just did not sit well with me.
It always seemed to me that Christians just didn't have the answer to
these questions, and if they did, their answers just reinforced these
unjust positions. I looked to Judaism, but that religion offered more
questions than answers as well. Their attitude towards the prophets
(peace be upon them all) was disgraceful. Their religious texts
accused these greatest of men of the most terrible crimes and I
refused to believe God would pick such men to lead His people on
earth. If Judaism held such beliefs, how could I look to them for
guidance?
It seemed clear that Islam had all of the answers. It cleared up the
confusion of the lie of the trinity and asserted Jesus' true role as a
prophet, and not as the son of God. Islam reveres all of the prophets
and recognizes them for the great people they were. In Islam and the
values it promotes, I saw the answer to my problems and questions, and
the future of mankind. My main issue was to try implementing Islam in
my life.
As I said before, I was married to a woman who came from the same
background as I did. She didn't have an easy time dealing with my
interest in this subject, whether it be Islam or Middle Eastern
politics. I knew that the way I needed to change my life was to start
living in a proper manner, but I knew this was going to cause us
serious issues. It eventually came to the point where I would be
unable to practice my new found religion and stay married to this
woman, so we split up. Before I left England, I went with a young
Lebanese man I had met in London and said my Shahadah in a mosque
there.
When I left my ex-wife, I was forced to leave England. I would have
loved to stay there because the opportunity to learn about my new-
found religion there would have been great, but al-hamdu lillah, I was
to learn later why God chose this turn of events for me. I quickly got
a job working for the US government in Alaska.
Of course, there is not much in the way of a Muslim community in
Alaska, and it is centered in Anchorage and Fairbanks. I was working
hundreds of miles from either of these cities, so I took the
opportunity to continue reading and searching for information
concerning Islam the best I could, from the Internet and other
sources.
I used to travel, from time to time, to the Washington DC area for
business. I made friends within the Muslim community there. At this
point, I had been thinking about getting married. I had been divorced
for several years and I knew that one of the main ways for Muslims to
fulfill their deen (religion) is through marriage.
I was a bit worried about this, being a convert. I knew that many
Muslims came from ethnic backgrounds that would not be too welcoming
of a white American convert marrying their daughter. This was
compounded further because I had tattoos from my teenage years, and I
was very uncertain that I would find a Muslim woman and her family
that would accept me.
A new friend of mine said that he knew of a sister who was looking to
get married, so he asked her if it was OK to give me her number. I
tried to call her when I first got home, but she wasn't there and I
left a message. The next day I called her back, and we talked for
hours. We exchanged e-mail addresses and for the next three days, we
talked for dozens of hours. We hardly slept those first three days. I
got so little sleep that I found myself falling asleep at work. We
talked about all of the important things that we would need to know to
make a successful marriage work.
It was clear from the beginning that we had a lot in common, and that
it all centered around our devotion to our faith and to God. I had
this feeling that she was meant for me. She was such a good God-
fearing Muslim woman and she had so much she could teach me about the
religion. Not only could she teach me about religion, but she could
also help me with Arabic because she was a native speaker. We talked
on the phone and via e-mail for several months.
Talking and e-mailing were wonderful, but we both knew that we had to
meet each other face-to-face to see if the connection we had would
still be there. Always keeping God and our religion in mind, we wanted
to make sure we did everything halal and in the proper manner. We
decided, with the permission of her family, that I would visit during
Ramadan of that year to join the family for dinner and the breaking of
the fast.
I was very nervous, and I think I had a right to be. There is one bit
of information I have left out here and after I say this, you will
understand my nerves. My wife and her family are from Saudi Arabia;
both of her parents were born in Makkah. My earlier fear of the
cultural issues that any prospective wife and her family might have
with me were compounded 100 percent by this fact.
Trusting in God, and having a lump in my throat, I set off to meet
this wonderful woman and what I supposed to be her intimidating
family. I arrived in Washington DC right before sundown, collected my
bags, and waited for a taxi. When it was my turn for a taxi, I jumped
in.
The taxi driver was wearing a red and white checkered gutra, or Arab
headdress. I greeted him with "as-salamu `alaykum" and he returned the
greeting. The sun had gone down and he was just breaking his fast with
a date. He asked if I was fasting, and when I replied in the positive,
he offered me one of his own dates to break my fast. It turned out
this nice older gentleman was originally from Afghanistan, I saw this
as a very positive sign.
After dropping off my luggage at my hotel, I proceeded to the family's
house with a traditional gift of dates and incense in hand. As I got
out of the taxi and started walking up to the door, I just said
"bismillah" to myself and knew God would choose the best for me. All
sorts of scenarios played through my mind. She would like me, but the
family would hate me. The family wouldn't mind, but she would be
indifferent. What if they liked me and I didn't like them? The 20-foot
walk from the curb to the door seemed to me like 20 miles. Finally, I
got to the door and rang the bell.
What seemed to be a dozen people answered the door: family elders,
people my age, sisters, sons, daughters, and family friends. I was
warmly welcomed and asked to come into the house. After I entered, I
was asked to take off my shoes and join the family in the meal they
had made for me. It turned out, al-hamdu lillah, that I need not have
been worried. The family and I took to each other instantly. In
talking during the dinner and after, it was clear that the nice young
woman and I had a connection that transcended the miles and the phone
line.
I came back to the Washington DC area that January, when we got
married in front of friends and family. We took a nice honeymoon, and
then I had to return to my work in Alaska, which was not to finish
until the end of April. When it finished, I moved to the Washington DC
area and took up a job with a division of my company. I have been here
almost two years now.
It is amazing, subhan Allah, how God led me from disbelief in a home
filled with hate and then guided me to Him. At first glance, it might
seem that in my childhood house I couldn't have been farther from
Allah, but I would argue that this wasn't the case. Allah was always
there looking out for me; He directed me through some dangerous and
bad times to become the man and the Muslim that I am today.
People say that miracles do not happen today, but I would contend that
my story proves them wrong.
*(Source IslamOnline.com