Why Islam is my choice — Page 136
136 He asked me if I’d like to go with him to the Mosque and listen to him give the speech. Mmmmm, I thought, this would be the perfect chance for me to go and set these people straight. I’d show these camel jockeys a thing or two about religion. These terrorists weren’t going to corrupt my son. So I went. My son gave his speech (Has the Messiah already come?) and he did very well. Then this gentleman (a Dr. ) got up and gave a speech about the beauties of Isl ā m. He was reading from “The Essence of Isl ā m. ” This man was so passionate about what he was talking about, that he had me captivated. I went home thinking that these people weren’t all that bad. They sure prayed funny though. All that bowing and stuff. Looked like they were doing the wave at a baseball game or something. I kept thinking about what that gentleman had said about Isl ā m being like a Rose, and how beautiful it was. Well needless to say my interest peeked. So I asked my son if I could go with him next Sunday. His jaw dropped. I don’t think he really believed that I had asked him that, but he said, “Sure. ” When Sunday came around I went with him to the Mosque. Again that same gentleman was reading from that book and again talking about the beauties of Isl ā m. I think by this time I was starting to get really interested in learning about Isl ā m. I started going every Sunday with my son. One Sunday he had to work and so I went without him. I wanted to hear more. I heard one Sunday that they even had a service on Friday (something called Jum‘ah) and asked if I could come then. I was told that I would be most welcome. So I started going to the Mosque twice a week. My wife thought I was a little strange but didn’t really say anything. This went on for some time, when all of a sudden something called Rama ḍā n came up. I didn’t know what this was, and was wondering why my son was so hungry all the