THE REVERT: AN AMERICAN CHRISTIAN MINISTER CONVERTS TO ISLAM

By SALADIN IBN YUSUF

This book is about a man who once persecuted Islam and Muslims with extreme force, violence and hatred serving as a combat sailor in the Persian Gulf. Years later he would become a Christian Apologist Minister, graduating after 6 years with honors from one of the best Christian Seminaries in America, for the sole purpose of destroying Islam.
However, this same man who once persecuted Muslims and Islam, would end up reverting to Islam himself after realizing how the military and Church lied to him. He gave up a potentially lucrative career in the ministry in order to expose the real agenda of the "Modern Day Crusaders", the Christian Church.
Using the same skills the Christians taught him from Seminary, he disproves the "Trinity" as well as the lie that Jesus is "God in the flesh". He also puts down the "original sin" theory posited by the Church, who uses it to control people with the fear of an "eternal hell unless you accept Jesus" lie. He proves that mankind is NOT born in sin, and that we are all created pure by God.
Now he wants to tell the world of how he was lied to about Islam in order to help destroy them, what Islam really teaches and not what Islamophobic people "says" it teaches, and why modern-day Christianity has failed and is dead, with no hope of reformation or resurrection.
By 2075 Islam will be the largest Faith in the world, because Allah(swt) wills it!
This is the story of TRUE Islam, from a man who once tried to destroy it.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Jan 30, 2022
• ISBN: 9781471760532

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THE REVERT

An American Christian Minister Converts to Islam

By

Dr. Saladin Ibn Yusuf, MD; M.Psy.

                        (Formerly Rev. John Thomas, Christian Apologist)

                                                                                                      COPYRIGHT 2022

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FROM THE AUTHOR

MAY ALLAH(swt) BE GLORIFIED FROM THIS WORK AND MAY ALL WHO READ IT GIVE GLORY TO ALLAH(swt)!

TABLE OF CONTENTS

INTRODUCTION

CHAPTER 1- Home and War

CHAPTER 2- U.S. Navy and the Persian Gulf: Kill All Muslims

CHAPTER 3- Incarceration

CHAPTER 4- On Christian Salvation and the Lies They Tell

CHAPTER 5- The Revert: A Crusader in Morocco

CHAPTER 6- Why Islam Is The Answer

CHAPTER 7- Little Known Facts of the Holy Quran and Islam

CONCLUSION

INTRODUCTION

I was not raised as a Muslim. As a matter of fact, I had no idea what a Muslim was until I left home and joined the U.S. Navy in 1987. I was just a city boy who was raised in the 80’s with dreams of becoming a rock star and having pretty girlfriends. However, due to a very bad and abusive home life, I ran away at 15 years old and later joined the Navy when I turned 17. It was there, as I served in 2 combat tours in the Persian Gulf, that I had learned about Muslims and Islam. Or, so I thought.  It would take many, many years for me to learn the truth about Islam and not what I was made to believe, the lies and propaganda against Islam. The fact that I was a teenager of 17 years old and sent to the Persian Gulf to fight, such did not give me the necessary mental tools or mental maturity to tell the difference between truth and lies fueled by propaganda; propaganda that still holds sway in a great deal of American minds. Especially after the so-called terrorist attack of 9/11 in New York City. Sadly, that event forever sealed in the pre-judgmental mindset of the American people that Islam and Muslims are evil, the enemy who wants to force us into Islam or have our heads cut off. In short, to kill all of us. I had believed the same thing in my military days and beyond: paradigms do not shift easily, and my was as solid as Mount Everest!

  I hated Muslims, that is the truth of the matter. Today I can tell you that I am terribly ashamed of those unwarranted fears and feelings of animosity. However, had you asked me from 1987 until around 2004 I would have told you that all Muslims are rapists, child molesting, wife stealing, oil mongering infidels who deserved to be tortured and killed in the most painful of manners at the hands of a modern-day Christian Crusader, of which I had considered myself. I had no remorse concerning the Muslims I had killed in combat in the Persian Gulf, I even rejoiced and joked over their deaths! I never spoke of them with terms of endearment, instead I would refer to them in the most vile of phrases: Rag heads, Sand-niggers, Camel Humpers, Boy rapists,  Pork fasters. Any name or statement that would insult them and their Prophet (pbuh) was fine by me. I thought of them as infidels, pagans, satanic worshippers who served a moon-god who desired to kill me, steal our oil (it was never OUR oil) and rape our women if we refused to convert to Islam. To make it more personal for me, I had convinced myself- through ignorance of course- that they hated Jesus (pbuh) and denied his being God (swt). This made ALL Muslims my enemy.

Being raised as a Catholic, quite minimally however, I was dedicated to the Catholic faith. And if anyone had denied the divinity of Jesus (pbuh) then they were satanic, evil. They were the Anti-Christ and I had no use for people like that. For me, people of this ilk should die and go to hell, which is their so-called rightful abode according to the Christian faith. When I was sent to the Persian Gulf to fight, I was more than happy to send as many Muslims as I could to the fiery pit. And I lost no sleep over it, I had no remorse what-so-ever. In fact, I enjoyed it. And today, I am sorry for that.

  My original Christian name is John Thomas, but today Humduallah I am SALADIN IBN YUSUF and I am a Muslim.

  I am a Revert.

CHAPTER 1- HOME and WAR

I cannot recall more than 3 happy days in my childhood. One was on a Christmas morning in 1976, opening gifts from my father who got caught trying to play Santa Claus, putting my new bicycle together. The other was when my family were all together in a park near our house, teaching me how to hit a baseball and to ride that bicycle. And the last was when my family came to see me graduate from U.S. Navy Boot Camp in Chicago when I was 17 in April of 1987. Other than that, all I have known since I was a baby was abuse, pain, emotional, physical and sexual torture.

  For many years now I have not spoken to any of my family members, they abandoned me for various reasons. Firstly, because I had exposed my older sister for sexually abusing me over a period of 4 years when I was a child. Secondly, when I became a Muslim, my ultra-conservative brother was very upset, exclaiming that I had joined a death cult. He is the sort who supports racist people like Donald Trump and the Republican good ol’ boy party. He was always very jealous of me and would go to any length to harm me as a child. I think the reason behind them abusing me is because they knew I was a bastard child, only their half brother, because my father was not my real dad. I even looked different than my other three siblings! My childhood was a very painful time for, but not just painful. I was constantly afraid due to all the violent abuse I would be subjected to. Abuse that was not just sexual and physical in nature, but emotional and psychological abuse as well; which to me was far worse than any of the other abuses.

Our mother was at home constantly drunk or passed out, not aware of what was being done to me. My siblings were all hell bent on using me as a punching bag and escape goat for whatever frustrations and sick agendas they had: I did not have many options in life to become a good person. In fact, I am surprised as an adult that I did not end up as a serial killer or some other incorrigible person. The abuse subjected upon me as a child was that bad. I do not think words can adequately describe the pain involved. I now realize it was Allah(swt) Who protected me from something worse. Many, many times I wanted to commit suicide, I even tried twice but got caught in the process. The things done to me as a little boy should never be done to anyone, ever. Especially to a child. From what I can recall, it all began with my older sister when I was 6 years old. She was almost 6 years older than me. It may have begun before that, but I have no memories of such. It was from her that I had learned about sex, today they call it sibling rape.

We had lived in a mixed neighborhood, black, white and Asian people in the same locale. It was 1976, and there was still a great deal of racial tension amongst people. Even the children who could not spell the word RACIST, learned from their parents about being racists. It was just the way it was in those days, whites hated blacks and blacks hated whites. Today I see how stupid that was.

  My parents never taught us racism however: I had never seen them treat black people badly. My brother on the other hand, who was 9 years my senior, despised them. He would insult them every chance he got, even abusing them if he could get away with it. I recall how he made me beat up a black kid once after lying, saying he tried to steal my bicycle. Kill that nigger, put that monkey in the ground John or he’ll come back with all his porch monkey buddies to take your bike! It was horrible, but I did it because I looked up to him as my hero, like most little brothers do. My older sister had the same views against black people, only a bit milder about it.

  One day me and my sister had been assaulted by 4 black kids who were throwing rocks at us. I got hit in the head very hard, cutting me. My sister ran to get my brother, but it was too late as they had run from the scene. When we got home my sister told me to go to her room to get cleaned up. My brother had gone out looking for the 4 kids with a baseball bat and my mother was passed out on the couch. When she came in the room, she told me to get undressed to check my body for any other injuries. She was 12 years old at the time, so I always obeyed her. Once I was undressed, she began to play with my penis and tell me to not tell anyone. I don’t recall being afraid, and thought it actually felt good, so I let her do it. I had no idea at the time that I was being sexually assaulted as a child. She then got undressed and put me on top of her, having sex with me. She would tell me what to do, how to do it and when to do it. Many years later as an adult I would wonder where a 12 year old girl the knowledge to do all those things to me. It is my belief that she must have been sexually abused by someone else in the family as well, maybe an uncle on my mother’s side, or a family friend.

  This abuse would go on consistently for many, many years, only stopping when she left home at 17