I am the second child of a traditional Muslim family in Algeria . The mosque is right in front of the house. My father is practicing: the prayer, Ramadan.

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 I am the second child of a traditional Muslim family in Algeria . The mosque is right in front of the house. My father is practicing: the prayer, Ramadan.  

At fourteen years old, I chose to put on the large dress and the veil. My image of Allah was made up solely of obligations for mankind. I had learned that Islam was the only true religion. I surprised my parents by wanting to put on the veil, because I was very young. At the beginning, I only put it on to go to school, but by the end of the year, I kept it on.

My father did not treat his children differently. He had just learned how to read and write at the mosque, and wished that girls and boys would learn more. But my mother said that a girl does not need to study, she must know how to cook to be able to marry. Then I felt guilty, and I was disgusted with that.

I sought Allah. I thought: "I will practice Islam as it is necessary and as much as possible". During the Ramadan, I went to the mosque every evening to prayer, my mother did not go there, and my father not often, which astonished me. I said to myself: "as I am taught, I must practice the five prayers, and try hard to please Allah." I clung to Allah. I prayed that He would help me succeed in my senior year of school. And, I expected a result. My mother wanted to discourage me for praying as much. She said to me: "You do too much of it; you act almost like the men and the old people, it is not normal.            

"  One day I was reviewing my geography class, and I was having a hard time. My older brother had bought a radio. I turned the buttons and heard a very clear voice say: "The Son of God..." I was shocked and confused. I thought I had sinned. I was afraid, I trembled, and I prayed for forgiveness from Allah. I started getting curious four days later, and I looked again for the station. I felt something pushing me to listen. I succeeded in finding the station. I wondered: "Why are these Arabs talking against the character of Allah?" They were Moroccans and Egyptians who gave their testimony. I listened for one month, noting the telephone number which they gave. They spoke about "Ye-shoo-wah"; I didn't know who it was and my brother didn't either.

I understood later that it was a person- Jesus. I was lost, I was full of questions, and I didn't know who I was anymore. Eventually, I learned that these people from the radio station were Christians. I wanted to ask the Imam some questions, but I did not do it; I thought I need to go somewhere else to get answers for my questions. Then I prayed to God to help me. I wrote to Christians in Jordan from the radio. The answer took a long time to come, and I soon forgot about it. One day I spoke to God around one in the morning: "God, if you exist (I spoke to Him as if He were a person for the first time), I must say to you what I think. You must convince me: either that Islam is the only way, or it is what I listened to on the radio. Give me a dream." I thought that I was insane, and I was not sure that God had heard me. Then I decided: "If God does not answer me, I will stop believing altogether, Islam included.

"  In The morning I had a dream, and a word: "You must seek Jesus". Then I reflected: "does Satan perhaps seek to divert me from Islam?" But I nevertheless decided to seek Him. After hesitations, I ended up calling somebody from the Radio. We talked for half an hour. Afterwards, I spoke with him almost once a week, he was very kind. I was blessed by what he said. He asked me if he could pray for me. I thought that it was weird, without being washed, furthermore the Muslims pray only for deaths. I said to him: "You speak with God as if He were a person". He told me to pray as we feel in our heart; then he encouraged me to do it before taking my exam (a college entrance exam).  

By a miracle, I passed my exam and the same day my younger brother brought me a letter which came from Egypt . The Imam who receives our mail had the letter. All the neighbors had seen this letter. The envelope was open where the post worker had inspected it. It contained the Gospel of John. I was overjoyed! I have no idea how it ever got through the inspection.  

I went in a room to devour the book. It was a fabulous day! My joy was not due to my success, but to God, and what He did for me. I thought: "God is alive, I believe in Jesus Christ, and I am Christian!" It was on July 7th, 1999. I shared my conversion with my family. My mother said to me: "Forget it and go do the dishes..." Then I contacted someone from the radio and I said to him: "I believe in Jesus-Christ, (Ye-shoo-wah).

"  The Muslims are sincere in their belief, but they miss the essence: the knowledge of the truth revealed by Jesus-Christ. Like Paul says in Romans, 10: 2 - 4 about the Israelites: "For I can testify about them that they are zealous for God, but their zeal is not based on knowledge. Since they did not know the righteousness that comes from God and sought to establish their own, they did not submit to God's righteousness. Christ is the end of the law so that there may be righteousness for everyone who believes."