Why am I a Muslim?

Does God Exist?

That was the topic of the talk that I went to this evening. Quite an interesting talk. Personally, what caught my interest was the Q&A session. I was intrigued to hear what the other non muslims think about Islam. I was intrigued to know how they feel after hearing the talk. Are they annoyed? Have a twitch of interest or curiosity of Islam flickered at all? At least a tiny, tiny bit.

One question from the audience, who is a non muslim, caught my interest. One simple question. A one sentence question. But the question had quite a big impact on me, I have to say.

"Why are you a Muslim?"

Simple as that.

But, if that question was directed to me by my non muslims friends, I would be left in awe. I would have not known how to answer that question.

After that question was delivered, I questioned myself. Why am I a Muslim?

I am a Muslim because I am born and brought up as a Muslim.

Now, if I were to give that as an answer, I would not blame the non muslims for not being convinced. Even I myself am not satisfied with my own answer.

Why am I a Muslim?

I do believe in Allah, please by all means, do NOT get me wrong. I am thankful to Allah for giving me this nikmah of Islam. A nikmah that is not given to everyone. I do not want to take this nikmah for granted, which I am afraid that I might have. I am afraid that there are times in the past 23 years that I have lived where I have taken it for granted. I have breathe in His air, walked on His ground, using the legs that He gives me. And yet, I have sinned.

Just because we are born as Muslims, we tend not to learn much about it. Just because we are born as Muslims, we do not appreciate it as much as the newly reverts.

It is a shame, ain't it. It is like receiving a key to an extraordinarily beautiful castle, but only to leave it in the desk, collecting dust.

Just some thing to ponder upon.