This is the story of Sister Leila Raffin. I found it on her website
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. Here is her add http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Delphi/7687/index3.htm
Why I became muslima
I don’t really know how to begin. My native language is French and I am not used to write in English but I think it is the best way to make my story accessible to everyone. So I will request you to be indulgent with me and if you find mistakes (everybody makes mistakes), please send me an email to notify them.
Where I come from
I was born in France in the suburb of Paris, we can say in a middle-class environment. I have been educated by my grand-parents. Thanks to God, they gave me everything I needed to succeed in my life. Until 17, I had a “normal” (what does “normal” mean ?) life, shared between my studies and horse riding. Horse riding was for me a real passion, I think I have learned more about life near horses than near humans (sad to say that). My grand-parents gave me a good education and thought that the best for me was to send me to study in a religious school, in a catholic high school. They were not very religious, I mean they did not used to go every Sunday to church, but it was more by tradition. My mother and my uncle had been to a catholic school, so I “had” to go there … They did not impose it to me, I agreed. It was not difficult, I was born catholic, I was in a catholic culture. As many people, I did not ask myself many questions about my religion. Most people adopt religion from their culture, they are Christian because they are born in a Christian culture, they are Jewish because they are born in a Jewish culture, they are Muslim because they are born in a Muslim culture. Few people ask themselves why they are Christian, Jewish or Muslim. If they do so, they rarely search very far and return quickly back to their culture/religion because it is easier to keep traditions and to be like people around you rather than to accept changes and this in every fields (religion, science, education, …).
At 18, my grand-father’s death occured, he was nearly 68 years old. This occured suddenly and it was very difficult to accept his death because I considered him like my father, he brought me up. My grand-father believed in God but he never went to church. The priest of the local church did not know him at all. During the ceremony after his death, I could not accept all the hypocrisy around it, it was too much for
me. Then I began to reject my religion, and with time all form of religion and I doubted about the existence of God. I respected the religion of others but I did not want any for me. I thought at that time that if people needed a religion, it was by lack of confidence in themselves. I thought that to believe in itself was sufficient and there was no need of religion. I thought that religion was just a way to avoid the fear that death generates. I thought many things I can find now in lost people, without religion. There were some questions for me without answer: Why are we on earth ? Is there something after death ? What are we in the universe ? We are so small and insignificant in the cosmos …Who, without religion, has an answer to these questions ?
What made me search
At the age of 22, I chose to go to Canada for my studies. I went to Montreal for one year where I met many people. It was the first time, I went to live in a foreign country. This made me realize how French are nationalist, proud of their country and their culture and how they are intolerant. I think that French should see what exists in other countries, be more tolerant and more open-minded and appreciate what they have in their country instead of criticizing everything. It was a remark not really related to religion but I have many reasons for that digression. As I am French, people think I am not open-minded, that I have a lot of prejudices and especially about Islam (as most of non-Muslims). I always try to keep away the prejudices I may have. Everyone has prejudices, even if he does not want to, they may come from our culture or from medias. It is difficult to keep them away but we have to do so to stay objective in our judgements. I think there are not enough people who do so (keep their prejudices away). I would like to develop that point but it is not the subject here, although it is a very interesting subject. If I had not adopted this way of thinking, I would never have tried to know about Islam because Islam has a very bad image in non-Muslim countries such as France. Medias and specially television give that image by showing massacres in Algeria, fights in Afghanistan or by relating attacks revendicated by islamists. When non-Muslim people read or hear the word “islamist”, they think “islamist-islam, it is the same”, they associate violence to Islam. We can reproach them their lack of curiosity and their lack of will to know the truth but nothing more. We have to reproach that image to medias and to people who claimed Islam by using the violence, by killing women, children and innocent people. This is not acceptable.
What or who made me interested in Islam? Unfortunately not the Muslims I met before my conversion but rather those who give a bad image of Islam, I mean the media. In Montreal, most of my friends were Arabs (or had Arab origins) and were Christian. Together, we used to go to cinema, restaurant and sometimes dancing. All things far from God and far from the true Islam. Among my friends, there was a Tunisian, not more religious than the others but he was Muslim. Although his behavior was not the best one in regards to Islam, he talked to me about Islam, God and the Prophet - Peace be upon Him -. Even if he was not a “good Muslim”, he was convinced in the existence of God and His Prophet. He told me about Islam, not much but enough to make me search by myself. As I came from a non-Muslim country and I never had the opportunity to meet a lot of Muslims, the only image I had from Islam was from the media (TV, radio, and press). When I began to search about Islam, I first searched for the status of women in Islam, because it was the point the most criticized by the media and also because I felt more concerned by this question as a woman. I wanted to know if the image given by medias on women in Islam was true or not. This image is a negative one, where women are submitted to men, with no rights, forced to put a veil on their head, and so on. Instead of asking to someone and taking the risk of being influenced by a person, I prefered to read and make my own opinion. It is true that by reading, I can be influenced by the author but not in the same way as a discussion can do. By reading, you have all the time needed to think, you can take your time. A great part of my sources was found on Internet and thanks to God, it was always true sources. At the beginning, I just wanted to know about the status of women in Islam. So I began to read all I could find about women in Islam. When I learnt that the most of people who enter Islam were women, I wanted to know why, why people enter Islam, why so many women in spite of the negative image given by medias. Then, instead of searching only for the status of women in Islam, I searched for the status of women in the three monotheist religions (Judaism, Christianity and Islam). I was not interested in the way the religions were practiced nowadays; I was more interested in the sources of the three religions. I read some interesting articles that make the comparison between the three religions. Through one of these articles, I learnt more about my own religion that was officially Christianity at that time. And I finally found that Islam gives more rights, more liberties to women than Christianity or Judaism does. Islam gives to women some rights that French women have acquired only during the last fifty years (I talk about French women because I’m French but this can be probably extended to most of European women). For most of Europeans, this can appear strange, incompatible with the image that Islam can have. But from this moment, I did not care anymore about what others could think, I was attracted more and more by Islam, I could not resist. I kept searching more and more about Islam because there were some points that I did not understand, some points I found unjust like inheritance for instance. So I kept searching, and I found the explanations by taking Islam in its whole. To understand Islam, you must take it all, not only some parts or just parts you like, because Islam is an entire system where I found everything logical. I searched something that was not logical in Islam but I found nothing. In Islam, everything has a logical explanation, not like Christianity where you are asked to believe without asking too many questions. I never looked at Muslims and their behavior, I always looked at the sources of Islam through readings, alone without the influence of anybody. All
these researches have been done in a short space of time, only three weeks. Islam was for me like a magnet and it became an obsession. I thought about it all the day and the night. I felt that the only way for me to remove this sensation was to enter Islam. I spent some nights without sleeping, thinking about Islam, about the consequences of a conversion. I thought about all the difficulties I might encounter, especially in the French society. But it did not matter for me anymore, the most important was Islam and I finally decided to convert to Islam.
What islam changes in my life
When I converted to Islam, I was still in Canada for my studies. I did not meet any difficulty in Canada because people don’t mind there (as in US). The difficulties came when I went back to France. There, I had to face my family, a non-Muslim environment with little tolerance for Muslims and everything related to Arabs. Although I lived in Paris, I did not have many Muslim friends. Without my hair covered, I faced many difficulties in France because people could not imagine one moment that I was Muslim. For instance, in France, when a man meets a woman he knows, he does not shake her hand but he kisses her (on cheeks). So when I had to say hello to a man, he felt insulted by my refusal to kiss him, I seemed strange to him. This is a detail that hides much than it can appear. I was not recognized as muslima by non-muslims, neither by muslims. However, I did not meet many problems with my family because I was already independent from them. They knew that they could not influence me or put pressure on me. The only solution they had was to respect my choice even if they did not agree, except for my grand mother which is really open-minded and understood my choice. I know I have been lucky for that (alhamdoullilah) because I recently met French women that have many difficulties with their family.
What Islam changes in my life? The answer is simple: everything, from the food to the clothes and my relations with others. I pray my five daily prayers, I fast during Ramadan, I give the Zakat. In 1998, I decided to leave France for different reasons. I didn’t feel comfortable and free to practice my religion there. The French Law does not prevent from practising Islam because France is a laic country but french people do (through their behavior, their remarks, …). Once I went to the mosquee with my hair covered as a muslima should do. In the subway, a man changed his place twice in order to sit as far as possible from me. He did it purposly to show me that I was disturbing him. This marked me deeply. A muslima has to face many such reactions. How people can be so intolerant in a country often called “country of Human Rights” ? Where is liberty ? To be “integrated”, you must look like others. I feel sad about this because France is my country and I don’t want to deny my origins. As I really want to practice Islam, it was difficult, even impossible for me to work in France. I will never find a job as an engineer wearing visible signs of Islam (covered hair).
Now I’m living in Morocco where I’m working. I’m pleased to live there because I feel free to practice my religion, I can work and wear
long clothes and cover my hair (dressing commonly called hijab). I love hearing the prayer call five times per day. You can respect prayer times. To be in a Muslim country during Ramadan is unique.
In June 1999, I went to France for one week and I tried to visit my family. The reaction of some members was radical. When my father learnt I wear hijab (long and large clothes and covered hair), he rejected me immediately. He refused to meet me, he even called to insult me. Since that time, I have never heard about him. My mother was distant with me. As far as I do not show signs of Islam, they respect my choice … Today, I keep good relations only with my brothers (younger than me) and my grand mother. I do not reject the other family members but I
can not force them to accept me as I am.
**In March 2000, I went to the pilgrimage. This is an indescribable experience, very intense and it makes your faith far stronger al hamdoulillah. In front of the Kaa’ba and during the day of Arafat, I asked Allah for my grand-mother’s conversion. When I came back home, my grand-mother told me that she became muslima, al hamdoulillah.
To conclude, I just want to say the shahadah (witness): la ilaha ila Allah, Mohamed rasoul Allah (There is no god but Allah; Muhammad is the Messenger of Allah.).**
We are the Taleban! Resistance’s is Futile!
[This message has been edited by yOuNgBrAt (edited October 06, 2000).]