Why I Left Islam for Christianity: The Transformational Journey of Abou Hamza Hussain

 

**Why I Left Islam for Christianity: The Transformational Journey of Abou Hamza Hussain**  

My name is Abou Hamza Hussain. I was born in Kismayo, Somalia, the son of a respected Sheikh and a faithful defender of Islam. From a young age, I was steeped in the sacred rituals of the Quran, taught to fear Allah, honor jihad, and protect the honor of Islam with my very life. My destiny seemed clear: to follow in my father’s footsteps as a leader and warrior for the cause of Allah.

By the time I turned twenty, I had become a full member of **Al Shabaab**, trained in the harsh deserts of Somalia, consumed with zeal and the belief that I was doing God’s will. I believed I was chosen to purify the land from the “infidels” and to usher in a caliphate ruled by sharia. With every operation, I silenced the quiet tremor in my heart—the faint question, *“Is this truly what God desires?”*

Then one night, everything changed.

It was just after an ambush mission in the outskirts of Baidoa. We had taken lives. The screams still echoed in my mind. That night, I lay under the open sky, haunted by a hollow feeling in my soul. As I drifted to sleep, I had a dream so vivid, it felt more real than life.

I saw a man clothed in radiant white. His eyes were like fire, yet full of compassion. He called me by name:  

**“Hamza.”**  

I fell to my knees, trembling.

Then He said:  

**“What you are doing is not from God. You are fighting in darkness, not in light. I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life. No one comes to the Father except through Me.”**

I woke up in tears. My body trembled. I had never seen or heard anything like it. The name *Isa al-Masih*—Jesus—kept echoing in my heart. For weeks, I was torn between the life I had known and the truth I had seen. I tried to suppress the dream, to drown it in religious rituals, but the peace I felt in that dream kept calling me.

Secretly, I began searching for a Bible. It took me months, but I found one—hidden in the back of a market stall in Nairobi during a covert trip. I began reading the words of Jesus. His teachings, His love for enemies, His call to forgiveness—it was unlike anything I had ever known. He didn’t call for revenge, but for redemption. He didn’t demand blood—He shed His own for me.

And then I read:  

**“Love your enemies, and pray for those who persecute you…”** (Matthew 5:44)  

I broke down and wept.

I realized I had been living in deception, wrapped in a cloak of religion but far from the heart of God. Jesus wasn’t just a prophet—He was the very Son of God, the living Word, the Savior of the world.

Choosing Christ meant walking away from everything—my position, my comrades, even my family. When I confessed my faith in Jesus, I became a target. My own father declared me an apostate. The men I once called brothers hunted me. I escaped death more than once, but I gained life—**eternal life**.

Today, I live in a neighboring country under a new identity. But I am not afraid. I share my story with other former militants and seekers who long to know the truth. I tell them:  

**“Jesus found me in the middle of jihad. He did not condemn me—He called me.”**

I am no longer a soldier of war.  

I am a servant of peace.  

I no longer fight with weapons of hate.  

I live by the sword of the Spirit, which is the Word of God.

My name is Abou Hamza Hussain.  

I was once a fighter for Allah.  

Now, I am a follower of Christ.  

And I have found the Truth that set me free.

Why I Left Islam for Christianity

Why I Left Islam for Christianity: The Inspiring Journey of Aisha Abubakar

I was born under the golden sun of Mogadishu, Somalia, into a devout Muslim family. My name is Aisha Abubakar, named after one of Prophet Muhammad's wives. From the earliest moments of my childhood, Islam was more than a religion—it was my identity, my culture, my world.

My parents raised me in the Quranic traditions. I learned to recite verses in Arabic before I fully understood their meaning. I wore the hijab with pride, fasted during Ramadan, and never questioned the teachings that were handed down from generation to generation. My life was structured, obedient, and deeply religious. But in the quiet corners of my heart, questions began to whisper.

It began when I was seventeen. My younger brother fell gravely ill. We prayed fervently at the mosque. My mother recited surahs day and night, and my father offered zakat to the poor. But nothing changed. One evening, as I sat beside my brother’s hospital bed, I whispered a simple prayer—not in Arabic, but in Somali, my mother tongue: “God, if You are real, show me who You are.”

A few days later, a nurse at the hospital, an older woman from Kenya named Miriam, noticed the sorrow in my eyes. She gently handed me a small book—*The Gospel of John*. She didn’t say much, only, “Read this when you’re alone. And ask God to speak to you.”

Out of curiosity, I opened it. The words struck me like lightning:  

**“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.”**  

I couldn’t stop reading.

Every word pierced my heart with a strange, unfamiliar hope. Then I came to this:  

**“The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.”**  

For the first time in my life, I felt seen—known—not by a distant deity, but by a loving, personal God.

My journey to Christ was not a single moment, but a thousand small encounters: dreams where I saw a man in white calling my name; a peace that washed over me as I read the Gospels; and a deep, unshakable sense that Jesus was not just a prophet—He was the Son of God, the Savior of my soul.

Accepting Christ meant more than changing my beliefs. It meant risking everything. My family disowned me. I was called a traitor. Threats followed me everywhere. But I held onto the words that had transformed me:  

**“Come to Me, all who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.”** (Matthew 11:28)

In Jesus, I found more than rest—I found life.  

I found forgiveness.  

I found identity not rooted in fear, but in love.  

I found a Father who runs to embrace His lost daughter.  

And I found the courage to live in the light, even when the shadows of persecution surrounded me.

Today, I serve in East Africa, sharing the Gospel with other women who, like me, are searching for truth beneath the veil of religion. I tell them: **Jesus is not a religion. He is a relationship. He does not condemn you; He calls you by name.**

My name is Aisha Abubakar.  

I was a Muslim.  

Now, I am a daughter of the King.  

And I have never been more free.

Muhammad was fat and dwarf

 FAT AND DWARF? 🤔

According to the Hadith, The APPEARANCE of Muhammad is Unthinkable, Matchless 😣

Hadith:

Al-Tirmidhi Hadith #5791

Narrated by Ali ibn AbuTalib

When Ali DESCRIBED the Prophet (peace be upon him) he said: 👉He was neither very tall nor EXCESSIVELY SHORT, but was a man of MEDIUM SIZE.👈

He had neither very curly nor flowing hair but a mixture of both. He was not obese, he did not have a very round face, but it was so to some extent. 

👉He was REDDISH-WHITE, he had WIDE black eyes and LONG eyelashes.👈

 He had protruding joints and shoulder-

blades, he was not hairy but had some hair on his chest, and the palms of his hands and his feet were calloused.

When he walked he raised his feet as though he were walking on a slope; when he turned round he turned completely.

 BETWEEN HIS SHOULDERS WAS THE SEAL OF PROPHECY and he was the seal of the prophets.

He had a finer chest THAN ANYONE ELSE, was TRUER IN UTTERANCE THAN ANYONE ELSE, had the GENTLEST NATURE and the noblest tribe. 

Those who saw him SUDDENLY STOOD IN AWE OF HIM and those who shared his acquaintanceship LOVED him.

👉Those who described him said they had NEVER SEEN ANYONE LIKE HIM BEFORE or SINCE.👈

Tirmidhi transmitted it.

So therefore, according to this report, Muhammad was a man of MEDIUM SIZE and REDDISH-WHITE in Complexion etc...

Yet, according to another Hadith, Muhammad is described as being A FAT MAN AND DWARF 😁

Hadith:

Sunnah Abu Dawud Book 40, Number 4731

Narrated AbuBarzah:

AbdusSalam ibn AbuHazim AbuTalut said: I saw AbuBarzah who came to visit Ubaydullah ibn Ziyad. Then a man named Muslim who was there in the company mentioned it to me.

When Ubaydullah SAW him, he said: 👉This Muhammad of yours is a DWARF and FAT. The old man (i.e. AbuBarzah) UNDERSTOOD IT. So he said: I did not think that I should remain among people who would make me FEEL ASHAMED of the company of Muhammad (peace be upon him).👈

Thereupon Ubaydullah said: The company of Muhammad (peace be upon him) is a HONOUR for you, not a DISGRACE. He added: I called for you to ask about the reservoir. Did you hear the Apostle of Allah (peace be upon him) mentioning anything about it? AbuBarzah said: Yes, not once, twice, thrice, four times or five times. If anyone believes it, may Allah not supply him with water from it. He then went away angrily.

Sunnah Abu Dawud Book 40, Number 4731 

Comment:

By saying he "heard and understood it", it is saying that the DESCRIPTION WAS ACCURATE. 

His only thought was that he did not want to be around those who made him feel ashamed of the company of Muhammad.

 If the description was NOT accurate, he would have OBJECTED or thought "these people have no idea what they're talking about".

My Questions

1. How can Muhammad be described as a FAT AND DWARF in one Hadith and in another Hadith, described as a MEDIUM Size?

Please explain... 😏

2. According to the Quran 

When they SEE Muhammad, they LAUGH at him, MOCK him (Q. 25:41, Q. 21:36) 🙄

And

Muhammad even MARVELED when they MOCKED him

Q. 37:11-15

The Question is 

If Muhammad was a man of MEDIUM SIZE

Why would they MOCK him and Why was he described as being a FAT AND DWARF in another Hadith? 🏃

3. Allah told Muhamad that ALL the 

Messengers who came before him were MOCKED

(Q. 13:32, 15:10-11, 21:41, 36:30, 43:6-7, 6:10)🙄 

But

Muhammad did NOT forgive some of his very companions who MOCKED 

(Q. 9:65-66) ...

WHY DIDN'T MUHAMMAD FORGIVE HIS COMPANIONS WHO MOCKED?

4. According to Muhammad in Surah 94:4, Allah said he created Man in the BEST OF STATURE

The Question is 

Why are some people Handicapped having defects?

The Man in the verse, is it in reference to Adam or to ALL of Mankind?

If Adam, why was he made 90fts and we are not? 

Why Muhammad is a FAT AND DWARF and yet he is described as the BEST OF CREATION? 😁

PLEASE ANSWER 🏃 🏃 🏃