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When I am asked how I became a Muslim I always reply that I always felt myself to be a believer in the ONE AND ONLY, yet I first realized what that meant when I heard about a religion called Islam, and a book called Quran.

But let me first start with a brief synopsis of my American overwhelmingly traditional Irish Catholic background.

Catholic I was Indeed

My dad left the seminary after a three-year stint to train as a missionary.  He was the oldest of thirteen children, all born and raised in the Boston area.  Two of his sisters became nuns, as was his aunt on his mother’s side.  My dad’s younger brother was also in the seminary and quit after 9 years, just before taking his final vows.  My grandmother would wake at dawn to dress and climb the hill to the local church for early morning mass while the rest of the house was sleeping.  I remember her as being a very stern, kind, fair, and strong woman, and rather deep - unusual for those days.  I’m certain she never heard mention of Islam, and may God judge her as to the beliefs she held in her heart.  Many who never heard of Islam pray to the One by instinct, although they have inherited labels of various denominations from their ancestors.

I was enrolled in a Catholic nursery school at the age of four and spent the next 12 years of my life surrounded by heavy doses of trinity indoctrination.  Crosses were everywhere, all day long - on the nuns themselves, on the walls of the classroom, in church which we attended almost daily, and in almost every room of my house.  Not to mention the statues and holy pictures - everywhere you looked there was baby Jesus and his mother Mary - sometimes happy, sometimes sad, yet always classically white and Anglo featured.  Various and sundry angels and saints pictures would make their appearances, depending on the holyday approaching.

I have vivid memories picking lilacs and lilies of the valley from our yard to make bouquets which I placed in the vase at the base of the largest Mother Mary statue in the upstairs hallway next to my bedroom.  There I would kneel and pray, enjoying the pleasant scent of the freshly picked flowers and serenely contemplating on how lovely was Mary’s long flowing chestnut hair.  I can unequivocally state that I never once prayed TO HER or felt that she had any powers to help me.  The same was true when I would hold my rosary beads at night in bed.  I repeated the ritual supplications of the Our Father and the Hail Mary and the Glory be to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Spirit, all the while looking upward and saying with my true heart—I know its only You, one almighty You-I’m just saying this stuff because it’s all I ever learned.

On my twelfth birthday, my mom gave me a Bible.  As Catholics we were not encouraged to read anything except our Baltimore Catechism, sanctioned by the Vatican.  Any comparative introspection was denied and disparaged.  Yet I fervently read, seeking to know what I hoped would be a story from and about my creator.  I got even more confused.  This book was obviously the work of men, convoluted and difficult to grasp.  Yet, once again, that’s all that was available.

My prior faithful church attendance dropped off in my mid teens, as was the norm for my generation, and by the time I reached my twenties, I had basically no formal religion.  I read a lot on Buddhism, Hinduism and even tried out the local Baptist church for a few months.  They were not enough to hold my attention, the former too exotic and the latter too provincial.  Yet all through the years of not formally practicing, a day never passed when I didn’t “talk to god” especially as I fell asleep I would always say thanks for all my blessings and seek help for any problems I was experiencing.  It was always the same certain ONE AND ONLY whom I was addressing, sure He was listening and confident of His love and care.  No one ever taught me anything about this; it was pure instinct.

Next: Diane Charles Breslin, Ex-Catholic, USA (part 2 of 3)

My name is Abdullah Al-Kanadi.  I was born in Vancouver, Canada.  My family, who were Roman Catholics, raised me as a Roman Catholic until I was 12 years old.  I have been Muslim for approximately six years, and I would like to share the story of my journey to Islam with you.

I suppose in any story it’s best to start from the beginning.  During my childhood I attended a Catholic religious school and was taught about the Catholic faith, along with other subjects.  Religion was always my best class; I excelled academically in the teachings of the Church.  I was pressed into service as an ‘altar boy’ by my parents from a very young age, which pleased my grandparents a great deal; but the more I learned about my religion, the more I questioned it!  I have this memory from my childhood, I asked my mother on Mass: “Is our religion the right one?”  My mother’s answer still rings in my ears to this day: “Craig, they are all the same, they’re all good!”  Well to me this didn’t seem right.  What was the point of me learning my religion if they were all equally good!?

At the age of twelve, my maternal grandmother was diagnosed with colon cancer and died a few months later, after a painful battle with the disease.  I never realized how deeply her death affected till later on in life.  At the tender age of twelve, I decided I would be an atheist in order to punish God (if you can even fathom such a thing!) I was an angry little boy; I was angry at the world, at myself and worst of all, at God.  I stumbled through my early teenage years trying to do everything I could to impress my new “friends” in public high school.  I quickly realized that I had a lot to learn, for being sheltered in a religious school you don’t learn what you would in a public school.  I pressed all my friends in private to teach me about all the things I did not learn, soon enough I gained the habit of swearing and making fun of people weaker than me.  Even though I tried my best to fit in, I never actually did.  I would get bullied; girls would make fun of me and so on.  For a kid my age, this was devastating.  I retreated to myself, into what you would call an ‘emotional shell’.

My teenage years were filled with misery and loneliness.  My poor parents tried to talk to me, but I was belligerent towards them and very disrespectful.  I graduated from high school in the summer of 1996 and felt that things would have to change for the better, since I believed they couldn’t get any worse!  I was accepted in a local technical school and decided that I should further my education and maybe make good money, so that I would be happy.  I took a job at a fast-food restaurant by my house to help pay for school.

A couple of weeks before I was to start school, I was invited to move out with some friends from work.  To me, this seemed like the answer to my problems!  I would forget my family and be with my friends all the time.  One night, I told my parents I was going to move out.  They told me, I couldn’t, and that I wasn’t ready for it and that they wouldn’t allow it!  I was 17 years old and very headstrong; I swore at my parents and said to them all sorts of evil things, which I still regret to this day.  I felt emboldened by my new freedom, I felt released, and I could follow my desires as I saw fit.  I moved in with my friends and didn’t speak to my parents for a long time after that.

I was working and going to school when my roommates introduced me to marijuana.  I was in love with it after the first ‘puff’!  I would smoke a bit when I got home from work to relax and unwind.  Soon though, I started to smoke more and more, until during one weekend I had smoked so much, that it was Monday morning and before I knew it, it was time for school.  I thought, well, I’ll take one day of school off, and go the next day, since they won’t possibly miss me.  I never returned to school after that.  I finally realized how good I had it.  All the fast food I could steal and all the drugs I could smoke, who needed school anyways?

I was living a great life, or so I thought; I became the ‘resident’ bad boy at work and consequently the girls started to pay attention to me like they hadn’t in high school.  I tried harder drugs, but alhamdulillah, I was saved from the really terrible stuff.  The strange thing was, when I wasn’t high or drunk I was miserable.  I felt worthless and completely valueless.  I was stealing from work and from friends to help maintain the ‘chemical haze’.  I became paranoid of the people around me and imagined police officers were chasing me around every corner.  I was beginning to crack and I needed a solution, and I figured that religion would help me.

I remember seeing a movie about witchcraft and I thought that would be perfect for me.  I bought a couple books on Wicca and Nature Worship, and found that they encouraged the use of natural drugs so I continued.  People would ask me if I believed in God, and we would have the strangest conversations while under the ‘influence’, but I distinctly remember saying that no, in fact I don’t believe in God at all, I believe in many gods as imperfect as me.

Through all this, there was one friend who stuck by me.  He was a ‘Born Again’ Christian and was always preaching to me, even though I would mock his faith at every opportunity.  He was the only friend I had at the time who didn’t judge me, so when he invited me along to go to a youth weekend camp I decided to go along.  I had no expectations.  I thought I would have a huge laugh making fun of all the “Bible Thumpers”.  During the second evening, they had a huge service in an auditorium.  They played all sorts of music which praised God.  I watched as the young and old, male and female cried out for forgiveness and shed tears over everything.  I was really moved and I said a silent prayer along the lines of “God, I know I have been a horrible person, please help me, and forgive me and let me start fresh.”  I felt a surge of emotion come over me, and I felt tears roll down my cheek.  I decided at that moment to embrace Jesus Christ as my personal Lord and Savior.  I raised my hands in the air and started dancing around (yes, dancing!) All the Christians around me were staring at me in stunned silence; the guy who mocked them and told them how stupid they were for believing in God, was dancing and praising God!

I returned to my party home and eschewed all drugs, intoxicants, and girls.  I promptly told my friends how they needed to be Christians so they could be saved.  I was shocked that they rejected me, because they always used to pay attention to me before.  I ended up moving back with my parents after a long absence and used to badger them with the reasons why they should become Christian.  They being Catholic felt they were already Christian, but I felt they were not, for they worshipped Saints.  I decided to move out again but this time on better terms and was given a job by my grandfather who wanted to help with my “recovery”.

I started to hang out at a Christian “youth house” which was basically a house where teens could go, to get away from family pressures and discuss Christianity.  I was older than most of the boys, so I became one of those who talked most and try to make the boys feel welcomed.  In spite of this, I felt like a fraud, for I started drinking and dating again.  I would tell the kids about Jesus’ love for them, and during the nights would drink.  Through all this, my one Christian friend would try to council me and keep me on the right track.

Next: Craig Robertson, Ex-Catholic, Canada: Learning to Accept

SO PAT A PHANGAMPONG SA RANAO

• Masiu
• Unayan
  • Sebangan na Unayan
  • Sedepan na Unayan
• Baloi
• Bayabao
  • Mala a Bayabao
  • Poona Bayabao
  • Lemba a Bayabao

So Phangampong nga Ranao na sii kiran madadalem so dowa polo ago walo ambabaya ko takdir. So pat ta inged a kiya zosoledaan a bangsa o ranao, so pizalipongan a mga inged sa ranao, so sapolo ago nem a mga panoroganan sa ranao. Giyai so kiya tendo o darpa so kadadaleman a inged ko dowa polo ago walo nago so sapolo ago nem.

A. MASIU

1. BABAYA KO TAKDIR
   • Abagat
   • Madayao
   • Kadayon
   • Pondag
2. PANOROGANAN
   1. Sultan sa Masiu
   2. Datu a Cabugatan sa Masiu
3. MGA MUNISIPYO A MADADALEMON
   1. • Municipality a Masiu
      • Municipality a Tamparan
      • Municipality a Taraka
      • Municipality a Molondo
   • Sebangan na Masiu
   • Sedepan na Masiu
     • Municipality a Balindong
     • Municipality a Tugaya
     • Municipality a Kalawi - Bacolod
     • Municipality a Madalem
     • Municipality a Madamba

B. UNAYAN

1. BABAYA KO TAKDIR
   • Sebangan na Unayan
     • Dolangan
     • Malalis
     • Ragayan
     • Timbab
   • Sedepan na Unayan
     • Padas
     • Powalas
     • Buribid
     • Binidayan
2. PANOROGANAN
   • Sebangan na Unayan
     • Sultan sa Butig
     • Sultan na Domalondong
   • Sedepan na Unayan
     • Sultan sa Bayang
     • Sultan sa Pagayawan
3. MGA MUNISIPYO A MADADALEMON
   • Sebangan na Unayan
     • Municipality a Lumbayanague
     • Municipality a Lumbatan
     • Municipality a Butig
     • Municipality a Domalondong
   • Sedepan na Unayan
     • Municipality a Kapatagan
     • Municipality a Balabagan
     • Municipality a Tubaran
     • Municipality a Marogong
     • Municipality a Sultan Gumander
     • Municipality a Kalanogas
     • Municipality a Pualas
     • Municipality a Ganasi
     • Municipality a Pagayawan
     • Municipality a Bayang
     • Municipality a Binidavan
     • Municipality a Malabang

C. BALOI

1. BABAYA KO TAKDIR
   • Lumbak
   • Matampay
   • Bazucad
   • Kabasagan
2. PANOROGANAN
   1. Sultan sa Baloi
3. MGA MUNISIPYO A MADADALEMON
   • Municipality a Baloi
   • Iligan City
   • Municipality a Linamon
   • Municipality a Kaswagan
   • Municipality a Bacolod
   • Municipality a Kolambogan
   • Municipality a Tobud
   • Municipality a Salvador
   • Municipality a Sapad
   • Municipality a Baroy
   • Municipality a Lala
   • Municipality a Kapatagan
   • Municipality a Sultan Naga Dimaporo
   • Municipality a Magsaysay
   • Municipality a Nonongen
   • Municipality a Tangkal
   • Municipality a Monay
   • Municipality a Matenggao
   • Municipality a Poona Piagapo
   • Municipality a Pantao a Ragat
   • Municipality a Pantar
   • Municipality a Tagolowan

D. BAYABAO

1. POONA BAYABAO
   • BABAYA SA TAKDIR
     • Bubong
     • Lumbak ka inged
     • Buwalan
     • Talagian
   • PANOROGANAN
     • Sultan sa Bansayan
     • Sultan sa Rogan
     • Sultan sa Taporeg
   • MUNISIPYO A MADADALEMON
     • Municipality a Poona Bayabao (Isa-isa )
2. LUMBA A BAYABAO
   • BABAYA SA TAKDIR
     • Botud
     • Maguing
     • Talowan
     • Galawan
   • PANOROGANAN
     • Sultan sa Minitepad
     • Sultan sa Borokhot
     • Sultan sa Maribo
     • Sultan sa Bacolod
   • MGA MUNISIPYO A MADADALEMON
     • Municipality a Wao
     • Municipality a Bumbaran
     • Municipality a Lumba a Bayabao
     • Municipality a Maguing

1. MALA A BAYABAO
   • BABAYA SA TAKDIR
     • Marawi
     • Marantao
     • Soba a Buntong
     • Antanga Didagen
   • PANOROGANAN
     • Sultan sa Ramain
     • Sultan sa Ditsaan
   • MGA MUNISIPYO A MADADALEMON
     • City a Marawi
     • Municipality a Marantao
     • Municipality a Piagapo
     • Municipality a Saguiran
     • Municipality a Kapai
     • Municipality a Tagolowan 2
     • Municipality a Bubong
     • Municipality a Ramain Ditsaaan
     • Municipality a Buadi puso Buntong

2. So andao ko sebangan na romianti ko laod na miya gilang gomilang ko miakam bala-bala na soden so kini sendigo pamorawa-ginendao ko bokelod tomiyanong na da ontawar so keneg a ipera-parap ko ig ka kagiya si Baningen a miaka rao gadongan ko alaga sa minombao na so kiya tanto niyan sa miangen so kaparansa tagolambeg o bagel na miya among so sigay ko atag o rangka sinang ka kagiya so tihaya a kipantao sa othowan ka toos ko masalindao a miangolam-binaning ka kagiya miya tanto a khaaben no alongan so datomanong ko inged

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Source: Paninggalan sa Ranao (Osayan ko pizosonan na katharo, darangen, pananaroon, bayok, sii ko pimbarambarang a masa a mga kalilimod sa inged da Ranao.) Phoon sa pamikiran ni Tingcap G. Pandi. Ini sorat ti Jamel S. Macarampat

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Source: Paninggalan sa Ranao (Osayan ko pizosonan na katharo, darangen, pananaroon, bayok, sii ko pimbarambarang a masa a mga kalilimod sa inged da Ranao.) Phoon sa pamikiran ni Tingcap G. Pandi. Ini sorat ti Jamel S. Macarampat

Na sabap ko kala a kalbihan o masa sa diiron ka zabandinga a tantowa mapiya i paras a kabobontal iron ka aya ipephamotayag go phizozonan na ongangen a mandadalem mo masa sa kapethapsiraon o mga bilangatao, na maka iibarat sa kathorogan a khalekaan so mga panirowanga iyan kaan mamangisayat so mikekendongon kaan masara bantang ko pamikiran so mandadalemian a limo.

Ka so kiya tendo a ingaran naken a saken kon ni awal a bekas a phakarinayag ko lalag a dalema Marawi, na khormateng ko wa sakasakao a kiya adapa ko rekano a langowa tongkayatao a mga datu ago mga bai a makamamasa sangkai a kalilimod, sa phakasampay naken rekano so salam a mandadalemian so kada a rayo-rayo a kapipiya a ginawa a mipagaadilian so rahmat na makhakabesaran niyan so kabarakat ka o tarimaa o Allah na tiyangked daken a mipendaya tano so mapiya a kapaginetao.

Ka miaratiyaya ko sa aya kapiya niyan ni bontal na madalem rekano so pangimbenar na pakaibarateng ko den sa kathorogan a leka angko rekano so mga panirowanga iyan kaan rekano mabinentay na ka phamorada niyo o ino tano khalimod ka o daa pilimodan na daman na kalilimod, go antonaa i pilimodan, ka o da mini ropa na daa mapezabanding.

Na kagiya imanto wa alongan a gawii a miya okor na phakaborantao den so yakin no pamandapat a matatarasanday ko kalodan no geda-geda a zazaromayagan no pamikiran a migagadong ko rareb a kapapadatian ko puso a pesendigan no ilaham a phoon ko Allaho Taallah na khapayag den so mga nanao a inimbilangatao o mga bilangatao a idadapetar sa kataid do agama Islam a gianan ni bangsa maporo.

Na aya kiya opakatan sangkaya a langowan na bangsa niyo sa dalema Marawi, na iphalad dami rekano so masa a rakes so madadalemon na ongangen kaan niyo kambayai a kapiya i paras a karinayagian sa di ka khandongan so madadalemon na toroan kaan tano kanggonai na asara di mapaawing a ka binentay niyan na domait ko atoran a pinggiginawa iyan na o miyog so Allaho Taallah na so limo a lebi a mala a ithitiyakay ko mga bilangatao na miya tangked a mapembagian niyo a langowan na bangsa mi a makamamasa sangkai a kalilimod do phangampong nga ranao sa thagoang koden sa ayatan so ka pekhapayag go lalag ko.

WASSALAM.

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Source: Paninggalan sa Ranao (Osayan ko pizosonan na katharo, darangen, pananaroon, bayok, sii ko pimbarambarang a masa a mga kalilimod sa inged da Ranao.) Phoon sa pamikiran ni Tingcap G. Pandi. Ini sorat ti Jamel S. Macarampat

Fiqh-us-Sunnah was written by Sayyid Saabiq (1915-2000 C.E.), may Allah have mercy on him. The following information is taken from his obituary in the March 2, 2000 Daily News of IANA Radionet.

“…Sabiq’s most famous book was the three-volume Fiqh As-Sunnah, which in the first writing of its kind brought the four major madhahib together, in a comprehensive treatment of Fiqh matters. The book has since been translated into dozens of languages and is used by Muslims throughout the world. Sabiq wrote Fiqh As-Sunnah in the 1940s when he was only 30 years old. He wrote the book at the request of Ustadh Hassan al-Banna, the founder of the Muslim Brotherhood. Every Fiqh ruling in the book goes back to the Qur’an and Sunnah and Sabiq dealt with all four madhahib objectively, with no preferential treatment to any.

Sabiq also wrote the book, “Islamic Theology,” along the same lines: simplification and avoidance of overphilosophization or getting involved in disputes on arcane topics. Besides his academic work, Sabiq was a noted Islamic activist. After writing Fiqh As-Sunnah, Sabiq spent some time fighting along with the Mujahideen in Palestine in the late 1940’s and he later visited most countries in the world and lectured in their mosques. He was the first graduate of Azhar to visit the Soviet Union and check on the conditions of Muslims there. Sabiq was born in 1915 in the Egyptian village, Istanha. He received his education at Al-Azhar and after his graduation worked as the Director of Mosques and Islamic Education in the Egyptian Islamic Affairs Ministry. He also taught at Al-Azhar, and later moved to Saudi Arabia, where he headed the Shari’a Graduate Studies Department in Um Al-Qura University. After moving back to Egypt, he spent years teaching students in a Mosque in Cairo…”

In the early 1990’s, Fiqh-us-Sunnah was translated into English by a group of people commissioned by American Trust Publications. The translators included Muhammad Sa’eed Dabas, Jamal al-Din M. Zarabozo, Abdul-Majid Khokhar, and M. S. Kayani. This group published Fiqh-us-Sunnah in five volumes which form the basis for this online edition. MSA-USC obtained the “raw” electronic data from the Al Muhaddith project, and converted this data into Web-ready format. A similar effort may be found at Islamic Resources Repository (IRR) by the DEED group at the International Islamic University, Malaysia.

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Na so padaadat ago so panabiya aken rekano wa langowan a miyaka darpa sangkai a kalilimod a mga dato ago mga bai na sabap ko maiisa-isa tano ko osayan ko bangsa nago maiisa-isa tano ko ingaran, na maiisa-isa tano pen ko agama tano a so agama Islam, na sabap ko di ka khagandawalii sa lalag a sangkopan naya sa kini pandoon niyan ko mababaloy a singanin a mababantak a niat a mazisimalao nago mazisinganin o mga bangsa tano a miaka talingoma sa diran dii kapagantanga na o anda manaya i kagaan a kisampay o antangan niran a kasabapan sa katokawi ko sabapan a da iran mindarainon.

Na sabap ko limo o Allah na aya khisoat taken rekano na pakaibaraten naken sa torogan a giyai den ni kiya lekai aken rekano ko mga panirowanga iyan kaan niyo minggolalan so mapagaantangan niyo a ikapiya angkai a masa tano. Sa pakadaan niyo den so kaya nago so mamala sa aya somambi na so katerang sa aya reketano i ilaham mo Allah so okit a mapiya a misoat tano ko langowan na makamamasa sangkai a masa na aya mala a masoat tano na so kadenan tano.

Na kagiya lagido kathorogan a kiya lekaan naken rekano angkai a masa na taros a so kambabaya niyo ko mapipikir riyo na diden seged diyo ron inonta bo so Allah. Na mipenggolalan niyo den so mga antangan niyo na taros a ka phanagontamanan niyo so ki penggolalanen niyo ko okit a kambilangatao sa mapiya anda niyo phakalimbaya ko karsada o kapagongangen na insha Allah na kena den aba madadas ka khatarima iyo den so singanin niyo.

WASSALAM.

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Source: Paninggalan sa Ranao (Osayan ko pizosonan na katharo, darangen, pananaroon, bayok, sii ko pimbarambarang a masa a mga kalilimod sa inged da Ranao.) Phoon sa pamikiran ni Tingcap G. Pandi. Ini sorat ti Jamel S. Macarampat