From Islam to Christ
Darkness, sorrows, and tears
could describe the first thirty years of my life.
Even as a child born into a prosperous Iranian family, I did not have a happy childhood. At age twelve in Islamic studies in school, I started searching for what was man’s purpose in life. The religious teachers could not give me answers. I asked them who God was and where he lived. They only told me to surrender and obey the pillars of Islam. I felt helpless.
Finding no convincing answers to my questions, I lost my motivation to go on. At age fifteen, I attempted to take my life with an overdose of drugs. When this failed, I decided to join the freedom fighters, thinking my life would be fulfilled through helping the needy and oppressed and fighting for their rights. This experience was somewhat satisfying, but it wasn’t enough. As I lost relatives and friends to executions and imprisonment during the Iran/Iraq war, deep scars were left on my soul.