A Catholic nun: A bad experience but
beautiful end!
By Sister Saleha (formerly Sally)
I was brought up
in a devout Catholic family and raised with Catholic
values and traditions. At fifteen, I entered the
monastery. While inside the monastery, I was happy
because I could perform my duties as a nun and the
people around me including my family were also pleased
with me.
Until such time
when I began to ask myself every night, "What am I
doing here inside the monastery?" I stayed in our
small and humble chapel and started to ask God if he
is really listening to me, because I had learned in
our catechism that god is present in the
blessed sacrament.
Many question
were lingering my mid. Doubts were cropping up
particularly concerning the reality of
Jesus Christ.
However, I did not have the courage to ask the priest
nor my co-nuns who were with me that time. I was so
afraid that they might take it against me.
So I let all
doubts linger. I even allowed myself to profess my
first temporary vows. I kept renewing it every year
for TEN YEARS! Until such time I could not take it
anymore; my perpetual vows of chastity and poverty;
professing the Jesus Christ as my God; and that he is
Lord and son of God.
I started to
pray harder, asking God for guidance and to show me
the right path.
If I were to
leave the monastery, it would bring great pain to my
mother! My father actually didn't mind if I leave the
church and have my own family.
But I did not
want to hurt my family, particularly my mother, my two
brothers who are both priests, and my four sisters who
happen to be all nuns!
Above all, I do
not want to be a hypocrite and pretend that I am happy
practicing something which is against my underlying
principle.
So I did not
submit my application letter of perpetual profession.
I talked to my superior general, informing her that I
am leaving the monastery.
Without
informing my family, I left to find a work to
survive. After awhile I met a close friend of mine
who is a priest and offered me to work with him in his
church in Marawi City,
as a parish coordinator.
Incidentally,
my family heard the news that I left the church, and
it was very hard for them to accept the fact. But
they were hoping that one day I might come bask to
serve the church.
While working
as parish coordinator, the priest who hired me was not
treating me so well.
He did not even
pay me salary and he tried to sexually abuse me. But,
thank God, he was not successful with his evil
intentions.
Again I started
to pray asking God to be with me and to make me happy,
because I have never been at peace with my life. My
heart and mind were miserable.
A New Day
On June 17,
2001, early morning, I heard a beautiful sound but I
did not understand what it was. I thought it was
coming from the mosque nearby. As soon as I heard the
sound, I felt like I was dipped in refreshing water.
I cannot explain the feeling.
That day I felt
happiness entering my heart, even though I did not
understand what I heard. After hearing this amazing
sound, I said to myself these few words, "There is a
new day, there is new beginning."
I woke up that
morning asking what the sound was and they told me it
was call for prayers of the Muslims. Strange! I came
to this city (Marawi) on the first week of May 2001,
but I could hardly hear the sound until one morning of
June 2001.
That day I
decided to find out about Islam and the Muslims. I
started to research through reading books until I
finally left my work. I went back to my family in
Pampanga and found out
that my father had already passed away.
I was depressed
for a while, but I did not stop researching Islam. So
I went back to Manila hoping to find someone to
explain to me about Islam. In my heart, I was ready
to embrace Islam but I did not know how!
I did not give
up, I search on internet. I went to the extent of
joining chatting rooms, hoping to find a Muslim who
can enlighten me about Islam.
On June 16,
2004, I met the brother in Manila. He started to
explain about Islam. On the day, I declared;
La
ilaha illalah muhammadur rasulullah wa ‘isa ibnu
maryam abdullahi wa rasuli (There is
no god worthy of worship except Allah, Muhammad is the
messenger and that Jesus son of Mary, is a slave and
messenger of Allah.)
That fateful
day, I finally found a new home, the home of Islam: a
home where you can find love, happiness and joy. Now
I can smile, a smile that comes from my heart. On
that day, I slept very well.
Every time I
pray, I cry, not tears of sorrow, but tears of joy. A
joy which money cannot buy. It is indescribable.
Now I remember
when I had a conversation with my grandfather who is a
Catholic priest ( my
mother's uncle) He said; "If you want to change your
religion, go back to Islam!"
God is Great!
May Allah open
the hearts of my family to the light of Islam, and may
he protect us from Satan. Amen.
O brother and sister Muslims!
Include me in your prayers!