Why Islam is my choice — Page 82
82 used to notice angels around the chair that I would sit in to read that book. I did not fully grasp the meaning of that experience but it surely was enough to make me respect that book and whoever its holy author was. I did not understand the teaching of Ḥ a ḍ rat Mirz ā Ghul ā m A ḥ mad, the Promised Messiah, peace be on him, as I only had the dire urge to have my sins cleansed and to be purified by some magical way. After I was turned out of the mosque by these stubborn people, I noticed a few children running around outside the mosque. Inadvertently, I turned to them and started reciting S ū rah Al-F ā ti ḥ ah to them. They gathered around me and joined me in reciting that S ū rah. I was deeply moved by this sight and suddenly realized that abruptly leaving my mother, without having informed her where I was, must have hurt her a lot. All ā h must have been displeased with me for doing so. I realized that my Ḥ ajj would not have been acceptable anyway as I had left my mother grieving behind me. It would be too long to narrate the story of how I returned to Germany. However, during my return journey, I spent a week in the shadow of the great Muslim citadel of Al- Ḥ amr ā in Granada, Spain. There I said my prayers openly on the grass, being surrounded by the Spanish Children. I am very thankful to those children as they brought me bread and oranges to eat. I had no money left to buy myself any food and so I ate the food brought by the children considering it as a great reward from Almighty All ā h. On the following day of my return, finally arriving in Frankfurt, Germany, I proceeded to the mosque. I was still in no better shape. I must have looked like a beggar or even worse. I had, however, freed myself of such worries. I did not care at all how I looked. My only concern was to be accepted by God. I took the incident of my being turned out of the mosque in Ceuta to be the will of God, but the thought of the same happening to me at the N ū r Mosque shuddered me. I