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Confessing joy: A Sunni Lebanese woman on becoming Christian

A Lebanese Christian woman stands in front of her shop, her forehead marked with an ash cross, as she marks Ash Monday in Beirut on February 08, 2016.  Middle Eastern Catholic churches mark the first day of lent in which priests make the sign of the cross with ashes on the forehead of their parishioners.  / AFP / PATRICK BAZ
A Lebanese Christian woman stands in front of her shop, her forehead marked with an ash cross, as she marks Ash Monday in Beirut on February 08, 2016.  / AFP / PATRICK BAZ

My father said: “Do whatever you want, but don’t change your religious status on official documents…”

She was a 7-year-old kid while he was there even before history.

She loved him since she woke up to life, watching stories of him on TV, mainly on special occasions, but didn’t know him, as no one around her knew him. Those around her refused to get to know him or recognize him.

She grew up and he entered her life again, without permission. She betrayed him a lot but he forgave her each and every time and she adored him even more. When her family members knew about her love story, they refused and condemned it. But she insisted on wearing white for him to be his bride and became the daughter of God and temple of the Holy Spirit.

This is my story. I am Yasmin Amin Baydawi, a Sunni Lebanese woman, and he is my love, my friend, my lord, my savior, my Jesus. How did my story begin, who are the heroes and what has changed deep down in me?

My story began when my convictions forced me to refuse the doctrine of my parents and the environment I belonged to. I started asking my mum and dad questions about their religion but their answers weren’t enough. I asked them to be enrolled in religious classes as it was strictly forbidden in my school to talk about religion.

I went twice to those classes but the Sheikh was annoyed by questions asked by a 14-year-old girl concerning polygamy, divorce, the status of women in Islam, etc. I prefer not to tell about his answers, which made me realize that I didn’t belong there. My journey then began. I believed in the presence of God but I was searching for God without finding him. My God is different from theirs and I lived an inner conflict for years!

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