Why Islam is my choice — Page 76
76 Hadayatull ā h Jam ī l (Hübsch) How I Accepted Isl ā m It was the Spring of 1969, when I found myself naked in the desert of Morocco, only with a crucifix-rosary around my neck, despaired of all the goods of the Western culture, nearly insane. I was stripped of all the material objects of the Western culture. I had left behind me, a straight career of being a rebel, who could not believe in what the school teachers were trying to teach and who would raise his voice and fists against the cruelties of Western politics. I was engaged in the student revolution of 1968, which I quit due to the discrepancies between their words and deeds. I then turned to the Hippie Movement. This movement promised a world of wild love and strange experiences of the mind. The goal of this movement was to attain peace, but by destroying all ties with the world by drug abuse. My first collection of poetry had been published by a famous German publishing house. I became known as a poet who left room for great hope. In spite of the fact that I was a so-called leader of the young generation, I could neither find any satisfaction in the materialistic world, nor did I enjoy the games of the young ones. Being frustrated by the drug experience and the moral decline of those who had sought to change the society by force, I had turned towards Zen Buddhism. I dropped out of the car after my girlfriend stopped the car