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I was born in Greece, a country known for being one of the  most 'homogenous' Christian countries. Almost 99% of Greek people are  Orthodox Christians. My parents were both teachers of the Christian  religion in schools, so I grew up in a Christian environment. When I was  very young (before 12 years old) my mother always insisted to take me  with her to the church every Sunday. My father didn't use to go there.  When I reached puberty I didn't want to go to church. I didn't feel  anything special there and I preferred sleeping or watching TV in Sunday  mornings. In the subject of the religion education in school I was very  bored and didn't pay attention to it. Most students didn't as well.
Then  I became 16 years old. It was the first time we were taught about the  other religions at school. I discovered Judaism, Buddhism, Hinduism and  Islam of course. I noticed that the teacher was neutral in teaching us  about the other religions, but when it came to Islam she would become  angry and showed us her hatred towards Islam. I wondered, why? I found  the teachings of Islam very interesting. I learned the five pillars and  some of its history.
When I finished  school I discovered a book named 'Islam' written by a Greek Christian  scholar. This book described the basics of Islam, but it was very  biased. I learned many things from it, but in the final chapter the  writer wrote: "The Islamic belief is wrong. The true god is the holy  trinity, Jesus was not just a messenger, but the son of god" and things  like that. Then the great question came to my mind "What if the  Christians are wrong and mistaken? What if the trinity doesn't exist?  What if Jesus was just a good man and not a god?" I asked my mother  about the trinity. How can it be 3 in 1? She told me that it was 1 god  in 3 faces. Was it 3 gods then? No, she told me. You can't understand  it. I can't understand it. It's just faith.
Faith…  I didn't like that word. I have a tendency to use logic everywhere. Why  should I have faith in something not clear? Islam seemed more logic to  me than Christianity.
And then I got into the  university. I went to a town in Greece, where there is a Muslim  minority. I met some Muslim students who lived there. They were not  practicing Muslims, though, so I thought that if they didn't pay  attention to their religion, then is Islam like Christianity? Are young  people bored with it?
One day I met an Arab  student who had come to study in my university. We became friends and  one day we had a talk of our religions. I told him that I didn't go to  the church or be a practicing Christian. I believed he would be like the  other Muslim guys I met. I was wrong. He told me that he performed 5  prayers every day, that every Friday he visited the mosque, that he  abstained from alcoholic drinks and didn't have a girlfriend, like the  other Muslims I met.
During all my previous  years, I thought that every pillar in Islam wasn't compulsory, but that  it was just a good thing to do everything, just like Christianity. This  guy told me that I was wrong. I felt very strange. I discovered more  things about Islam then. I found out that Islam controls every aspect of  the human life, that it is a more perfect religion than Christianity.
I  continued being friends with this guy and we became roommates then.  Then a scandal happened in the Greek church. I was disgusted. I thought  that if the priests did such great sins like stealing and homosexuality,  then Christianity was a hoax. I went to my new roommate and I told him  that I wanted to embrace Islam. He was moved and gave me a big hug. I  pronounced the shahadah and I started praying. I am a Muslim, al-hamdu  lillah, and I feel great.
My new name is Khalid. I  haven't told my classmates about my conversion to Islam yet. Only the  Muslim community in my town knew that. But then, my mother and sister  found out and our relationship was almost destroyed. My sister still  doesn't talk to me, despite my efforts to approach her and my mother has  become cold with me. Every day in my du`a' [editor's note: du`a' means  supplication] I ask Allah to guide them to the right path.
By Khalid Paschalis
 
 
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