My Revert Story
Assalam -O- Alaikum! I am Janell Wilson, and this is my Story of how I reverted to Islam which goes back to when I was 18.
I’m 42 yrs old now, I grew up in a Midwest state in Minneapolis Minnesota. I was raised as a Catholic. Even at a young age, I knew being Catholic was wrong. I hated the way the nuns in school used to beat us. No matter what you do, you are going to hell. All these things raged me.
I rebelled, and I rebelled for a very long time. Probably my first apparent act of rebellion was by axge 11. I ran away from home, and I never went back until I had my second child. I was married to a Muslim and didn’t even know it Alhumdulliah!! It feels as my husband is the best part of the Story.
As a spoiled person, during that time, if I wasn’t at home, I was on the streets. I robbed, I sold drugs. I did almost anything you can imagine. I did it from age 11 until I took the Shahadah in the year 2000.Story of Janell Wilson
The Turning Point In My Life:
It came when I finally met my husband. I was turning 21. I met him after serving two years and a few months in prison. I was with him and have been for 22yrs, Alhumdulillah!! My husband is a self-taught man of Islam. He has the passion of learning the culture, he knows about hundreds of other religions. He is kind, funny and he loves me no matter what I have done. Even if my actions were wrong or hurtful. Our losses, our gains, our happiness, and sorrow were all together. We’ve suffered and endured everything together. He always had my back. He still has good intentions in his heart.
Unfortunately, during our marriage, I made many mistakes. I was still outselling drugs along with my father, brother, and sister. Now, when I reflect on my past, I thank Allah that I got away from the evils of the streets. Out there, I’ve seen horrible things. I saw Dead people, loved ones lost, rape, carjacking, robberies, drug abuse, and whatnot. The lifestyle that came with such habits was deadly. I too had to bear the consequences of these sins. Story of Janell Wilson
I am Dead:
I remember that day very well. On a beautiful day of 1999, I was out for my regular drug dealing in a familiar part of my town. Suddenly a complete stranger attacked me out of nowhere. I wasn’t even able to protect my self. He cut my throat and stabbed me six times and left me assuming that I am dead!!
I called the God that time when I was lying helpless and half-dead on the road. I cried. That was the time when I felt the need of someone superior, someone mighty enough to cause a miracle, who is significant to bestow my life. I was in the hospital for about a week. When I went home after being discharged from the hospital, my husband was not there. I saw my dad. I told him how helpless I felt. I said to him that when I was laying on the ground, I called upon GOD, not Jesus that I’ve been trained to believe. I knew I was looking for something higher than me, more significant than Jesus.
I didn’t find Islam till a year later, in prison. Miraculously, it just so happened to be a class about the teachings of Islam. I was bored, and so I thought of going to that class just randomly. There I talked with the sisters. I asked them questions. They gave me a book called “The Brief Illustrations of the Teachings of Islam”.
Now in this book, there are five concrete things. Prophet Muhammad prophesied how the babies formed in the womb, the different oceans and seas, salty and non-salty, the thunderstorms and mountains, and how ants colony works. All these facts were very eye-opening. I kept on thinking. How can any human being, who lived 1400 years ago, possibly know all these things that scientists have just proven in the last 60/70 yrs?
Finally, people who gave me that book came back to prison two weeks later, and I took the Shadaah. I declared that there’s nothing worthy of worship except Allah and Muhammad is the last prophet of Allah and that Islam is the only true religion.
My life has changed ever since. I have found the anchor in my life. I am clear about the purpose of my life. I know, who should I resort to when I feel depressed. I know, there is Allah, watching over me all the time. He will be there always in my every moment of despair. In short, I have found the purpose of my life. Story of Janell Wilson