I eventually fell in love with Jesus and hated Muhammad's life. I got to the point where I said to myself, "why do so many Muslims follow Muhammad?"
Jesus was mild-tempered and clean. He did not sin. Muhammad sinned, and many times. Jesus did not force anyone to follow him. Jesus did not kill people and let wars spread his message. Muhammad killed people in the name of God to spread his message. I cannot serve a God who would allow his messenger to kill so many people. Jesus did not have a slave. He had never married and performed miracles. Muhammad did not do that. Jesus did not condemn the killing of unbelievers. Muhammad says that. Jesus did not take the wealth from the people by force but Muhammad took it.
Before learning more about Christianity, I had already lost my faith in Islam. I already knew enough about Jesus to believe that He is the Savior and the King of Kings and Lord of Lords. I was convinced that His message was true and I wanted to follow this message.
I have made the right decision to serve Jesus. He is not dead. He lives and frees the captives. His name is powerful. If I say his name with authority, the powers of darkness must obey. His name has power and authority over all evil. He is the King of Kings and the King of Kings.
My Parents' Response:
My grandmother was the first person I ever confided in. He told me whenever I was ready I should tell my parents. But I was never ready. He told me the day I felt ready, I should pray and ask God to soften their hearts with understanding and wisdom.
When I finally told my parents, I was upset. They didn’t try to change me or fight, but they just showed disappointment. My mother just walked away. My father said that he could not force me to follow a religion but that he did not want me to have this life. But I feel like the Christian life is a very good life ... in the end they can also see this. After 4 years, she is very supportive, taking me to church. He also went inside a few times out of curiosity and sat down to hear what I was listening to. My mother also supported me, giving me money to buy a Bible. They have little respect for Christianity, they do not see Jesus as I do. But they love me when I pray and sing the gospels. They consider it a privilege to glorify God.
My second development:
My grandmother worked part-time as an Avon girl in Queens, NY. Last summer he spent all his savings to take me on a short vacation to Trinidad (Caribbean island). He had a friend there from his previous job.
While in San Fernando, Trinidad, we joined the Crusades. My first battle. It was the largest Christian gathering I had ever seen. It looked like a rock concert at Lincoln Park. I was shocked. My heart was proud to serve Jesus when I saw this crowd.
An unforgettable memory, as we enter, I see thousands of people singing "Glory be to His Majesty, to Jesus, be it glory, glory and honor ..." over and over ... For the rest of my life, I HAVE NEVER SEEN, Muslims in large numbers sing like this to Allah. ... This made me accept Jesus a second time and again.