Last night I attended a very unusual talk that was part of the "Discover Islam Week" organised by the Islamic Society in the University. The talk title was:
What could a BNP activist, a 2nd year medical student, a Christian, a bus driver and a Millwall FC fanatic POSSIBLY have in common??
My journey to Islam

Before I continue let me explain to you what BNP is. BNP stands for the British National Party, and it's the most extremist and racist party within the British political landscape. It calls for kicking out all foreigners and even Britons who are not of a white race origin. Going back to the talk, the x-BNP activist narrated his story as an atheist full of hatred towards Muslims, and as a man whose joy was to get arrested by the police every time he went to a Muslim community meeting or gathering to irritate Muslims. He told us how he was challenging Muslims with their beliefs and how they couldn't answer him, how some Muslims told him that alcohol is not forbidden in Islam just because they couldn't tell him the reason behind prohibiting its drinking, and how when he used to ask them to prove the existence of God they couldn't do anything but to remain speechless. He kept doing so until Allah sent him the right person to debate with him patiently and explain the true Islam to him. The guy was moving from one question to another trying to find a catchy one that will make the wise man stuck, but he couldn't. He brought a copy of Quran and read it carefully to find one mistake; only one was enough for him to prove to the Muslim guy that his faith was based on a lie, but he found no contradiction or flaw. The BNP activist who hated Islam from his deep heart found no path to take after the truth was unveiled but the straight path of Islam.
It'll take ages to tell you the other four stories; so I'll tell you one every day. Probably many of you could not feel how moving the whole scene was; but for me, watching six persons who took us over one night through their journeys to Islam in which they had to look for the truth by themselves, it really shook my heart very strongly that since then I couldn't stop myself for a moment from thinking and asking myself: for someone like me who took Islam for granted since my birth without trying to understand it and live it the way it should be done, am I a real Muslim? Have I done enough to deserve the garden in the life after? I don't know ...