The Road to My Home, Paradise (El Camino a mi casa, el Paradiso)!
By Abdul-Walee Gomez
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My conversion to Islam has alarmed many
friends and family members. It seems to them strange and odd for a Latino like
me to become a Muslim. Catholic and Protestantism are the leading religions in
Latin America so these are reasonable religions for any Latin American to
convert to, but when my family follows either Catholic or Protestant
domination's, why Islam? Well my conversion to Islam was not introduced to me by
any family member, like most of my family members, whose parent's ideas of life
were given to them and they adhere to that as truth, without searching. The
journey to God is a beautiful road that was given to the Prophets from God, to
us humans. The Prophets are our ways, and that's the way I follow.
My story begins at my birthplace, El Salvador, a beautiful tropical country located in Central America, filled with exotic, delicious, and tasty fruits. The people are warm welcoming to others, and possessed a very intimate culture. Our culture is a crossroads of the mingling of many rich cultures. If you mingle Spanish Arab intellect with the African tangy taste of rhymes, and the Native Indians love of the earth, you get the beautiful people of El Salvador.
I was born in 1975, from middle class of
the poor, yes we were poor but we had the blessing of food. My father was a
farmer, whose family who bought a lot of cheap land, so they were well off and
my mother was from a very humble, poor family who lived by fishing and working
for others to get by. Their families opposed of their marriage because one was
poor and the other very poor. So my father did what most do, elope with my
mother to my grandfather's house, even if my grandfather didn't like it. Later,
both families became fine with it and a house was given to my father by grandpa,
were I was born. The house was an old adobe house.
My father came to America in 1978, to
make some quick money and he kept coming and going back for a period of 4 years
until he bought a cargo truck with his brother and worked for a while. Then he
felt the urge again to come back and since the war began, he felt scared for
himself and me. In 1983, he left El Salvador again but with intentions to bring
the family and stay for good. So after my father left, I spent a lot of time
with my grandfather who was a Protestant, and I used to listen to the Biblical
readings and I used to love looking at the pictures in the Bible. I used to ask,
"does anyone still dress like the people drawn in the bible, with long robes,
turban and beards" and they replied "No" it was long-time ago. I was fascinated
with Noah, Moses, Abraham, and particular with Jesus. I had this immense hunger
to find people like Jesus, the way he spoke in the bible and the way he dressed,
his beautiful beard brought mystery and he looked very wise. I never saw this in
my family who were very religious or anybody in the two Christian branches.
In 1984 my fathers sent a letter to my
mother telling her come to America, and to bring me too. When my mother told me
about it, I felt sick and destroyed. Because I felt that I was in paradise and I
didn't want leave. I cry almost everyday pleading with my mother to leave me
with grandpa, but my words were not heard.
We left El Salvador in August, and I did
enjoy the trip to America but it was very hard for my mom. My two sisters stayed
with my aunt in San Salvador the capital of El Salvador. We arrive in National
Airport of Washington D.C. three weeks after we left El Salvador.
After spending time here in America I found out that religions are thrown away by society and are considered private, and not a way of life to many. I didn't feel the love of God as I did in El Salvador, but still tried to keep Him in my heart. Most of my desires of God in my life were gone in America. I went to regular schools from second grade to High school, but my thirst for religion began at High school.
In 1990, my first year in High School,
what a joy!!! I was so happy the first day, and my cousin Ana warned me to be
careful because seniors threw freshmen in lockers, but I didn't care I was
happy. Surely, soon I found out that seniors weren't the ones who beat and threw
freshmen in lockers but it was the footfall team. The football team was not
interested in freshmen only but in Latinos in general. We were terrorized so bad
that we used to hide in bathrooms when we saw one of them coming, these guys
were 6'5" tall when most of Latinos are 5'6" so of course we were terrified. In
the middle of the year we formed a Gang to protect ourselves from the football
team, and we were becoming really crazy, at a point that the football team try
to offer an apology to us but we were having fun, and we didn't accept to stop.
We started going to clubs, drinking,
using drugs, and of course women were not excluded. This period of time was the
most dangerous of my life. We used to fight for stupid things. I almost got shot
on the metro (train) in Washington D.C. for a stupid argument between my friend
and some young kids. The kids started shooting at me like I was the one arguing
with them, and a bullet went by my head barely touching my hair. This was crazy
and we went after the guys who shot at us, and they got beat up really bad.
Twenty minutes later, I felt a drawling rush in my whole body, felt like I
was superman. I just went through a dream and I felt that I was going to be
known, recognized and respect from my homies/friends. Next day, we told our
friends and none of them believed our incident, but still I felt strong.
In another incident at a nightclub, we
had the biggest fight ever. The fight was so serious that many of my friends
left the gang that we belonged to. Three of my friends got stabbed badly inside
the club, so a group of us went outside looking for them, and the cops separated
us into subgroups. I was in a group of six guys and we were just walking around
the club when a pick-up truck came near us and they asked us if we needed help,
we said "yes". All of them got off the pick-up truck. They looked fishy to me,
but my friends were happy to see them. One of them said "What mara (Gang) do you
click (hang around) with," and we responded with our gang’s name, and they said
their gang’s name too. The bad thing was that these were the guys who stabbed
our buddies and we were looking for them too. We started to get ready and I said
to my buddies to run, because several of them pointed guns at us, so we ran and
I was too drunk to run so I got caught by six of them. They beat me severely,
kicked me with their boots and hit me with their fists all over my face and
body. The cops showed up right in time, because I felt death on my throat. They
could easily have stabbed me or killed me, and I looked up in the sky and said;
" My Lord save me, and I will serve you." One of my friends got thrown from a
bridge and broke his hand while others got away.
That same friend who was with me at the train shooting and the nightclub started to become more aware of life. After this incident, he started learning about different doctrines. His philosopher was Carl Marx, his sociology was communism, and his theology was Islam. To me, he was becoming unaware of life, and I myself started to search but in the Protestant church. I found myself becoming religious again, once again praying to God for guidance. However, I didn't want to become too religious of a person because I knew my family would ridicule me. I had always been a person that looked uninterested in life. My friend started preaching about his thoughts and beliefs and I told him that my love for Protestant church was growing more so he could leave me alone. I told him Jesus is my teacher; not a black man named Elijah Muhammad or Farrakhan.
My friend at that time was confused what the true Islam was, his Islam looked weird to me. He believed that Nation of Islam was the true Islam; he did not know the differences, that the real Islam was not racist like Nation of Islam was.
I did accept his socialist belief in
Communism and "Che" Guevara, and Fidel Castro became our Leaders for world
modernization. At the same time, I was not too happy, for Communism denounced
God's existence. He pushed on about Islam, telling me to read his Koran, so I
did. I was amazed to see Jesus, Moses, Abraham, and many more Prophets of the
Bible in this Koran. He told me "We believe Jesus is a Prophet of God, not the
son of God nor God himself" and immediately responded that I believe in the
same. He said, "Your church believes that Jesus is God and the Son of God and
they make up the Trinity," I said to him that is not my belief in Jesus and God.
That made me think a lot more about Christianity and the Protestant church of
their Triune god, because I never knew that Jesus was considered this even
though I did go to church. I felt confused but happy that there was a religion
that had what I believe in, but still I wasn't too acceptable to it.
In 1995, I went to work at a cafeteria
at a University a year after I graduated from High school. At work, I saw so
many cultures and different religious people. I still had hate towards
non-Latinos, yet my first week at work a group of students came to buy some
stuff at the store I worked, and they were fighting amongst each other, that
everyone wanted to pay. This incident was very touching to me because I was a
very giving person yet my friends took advantage of that quality. All the people
in that group who came into the store wanted to pay for the others. I asked one
of them later that week, why Middle Eastern people were so generous amongst each
other? He replied, "See, we owe it to Islam because Islam teaches us to be
generous, some of us don't practice that much but Islamic manners are imbedded
in our hearts." This statement moved me. I replied to him that I used to study
Islam for political reasons. He asked, " Why did you stop?" I told him that I
didn't know where to get more information about Islam. He looks at me with joy
and he said I have an American Muslim friend that converted six month ago.
The next day they came to visit me, and I saw this white male dressed like the people in the Bible and looked like Jesus. My heart felt this peaceful calm feeling that I still feel. He started asking me about my health, my family and my work. He didn't mention anything about religion. I was so happy that I told him to come every time he could to teach me. For two months, Muslims were coming to me with books, pamphlets, and just to talk. It went on for two and half months and the place got closed during the summer. So for two months I just relaxed and partied all summer. However, I started to feel guilty while drinking. When I felt that way, I used to prostrate in forgiveness. In September, I went to a party with my friend and I really got drunk that night and almost got into a fight, but my friend reminded me that I was studying Islam, so I stopped and asked him if we can go home.
The next day, at 9:00 in the morning I woke up with this disgusting feeling and the phone rang. It was my friend from the University. I told him to please pick me up and take me to the Mosque. He came like a lighting flash to my house. I was nervous and happy at same time. We arrived at this beautiful Mosque Darul-Al-Hijra in northern Virginia ten minutes away from my house. At 10:00 a.m. the teacher came, very calm, and not pushing and asked me if I believed that God is One, I said, "Yes." He asked if I believed that Jesus is a Prophet and the son Mary? I said, "Yes." Do you believe that Muhammad is the Last Prophet of God, in doubts, I replied "Yes." At that moment in doubts of Muhammad, I said to myself, “If I believe in the teachings of Islam, I must be a fool not to accept in the one who brought it, I told the teacher that I was ready to became a Muslim (in submission to God); He told me to repeat:
"Ashadu anla ilaha ilallah Wa ashadu ana
"I testify that there is nothing worthy of worship than Allah and I testify that Muhammad is the Prophet of Allah"
" Yo atestiguo que no hay nada digno de
adoraci que Alah y Atestiguo que Mujammad es el Profeta de Allah"
At this point, I could smell the mercy and the sweetness of heaven, felt the presence of God in my torn, sick heart. I felt clean brightness in my new way of life. My life was ready for the next journey on earth, the journey to Paradise.
All Praises are due to Allah, Lord of
the Worlds that He has invited me to Islam, from among billions of people in the
earth to be a Muslim. My thanks are due to Allah the Almighty, for inviting me
to His House Makkah (Baytu-lah) in 1997 for `Umrah.
Assalamu Alaikum Warathmatullahi
Walter 'Abdul-Walee' Gomez