At a very young age, I felt something BIG missing from my life. We celebrated every Muslim holiday, my grandma was a very devoted Muslim; most of my aunts wore the hijab (a head cover). We went to the Mosque, we fasted during Ramdan (my kind of fasting consisted of me sneaking to my bedroom and eat candy that was hidden under my bed), and we prayed to Allah. I grew up in a very dysfunctional home, my father was an alcoholic, finances were tight and my parents argued a lot. I felt broken at a very young age, I prayed and prayed to Allah for comfort and help, yet I felt nothing when I prayed to him. I was lost.
We moved to Duluth, MN in 2000. I was very angry at my parents. First, because I was 14 (awkward age), I had awesome friends in Jordan and my English was very broken. Second: why Minnesota? Out of all the states in America, they chose the coldest one. It felt like the worst punishment. I rebelled a lot growing up. I made mistakes that I wish I could take back. I was beyond lost at this point in my life.
In 2006 I met Marc; there was an instant connection between us. The more we got to know each other the more we liked one another. His love for the Lord intrigued me a lot and that’s when I became curious about Jesus. I remember praying one night and asking Jesus if He was real that He would lead me to Him because I was so broken and also because I needed His love so bad.
I started going to church, and having Bible studies with Marc’s (who is now my husband) grandma and I fell head over heels in love with Jesus. That one BIG thing missing in my life since I was a little girl was Him. That lost broken little girl found her Savior, her Father and her King after all these years. He was The One that glued her broken heart back together.