I was left standing at my door in the rain, a little dazed and confused, after a three and a half hour flight wondering if Islam was the right way? My taxi driver handed me a track trying to convert me to Islam. I just about half agreed with him and gave him a generous tip for which he was thankful. He was a true Muslim a follower of the Prophet Mohamed. He always took pause to recognize the name of the prophet whenever he spoke it by saying “Blessed be his name.” This shows proper homage to his teaching. The first thing he said to me was that he was a Muslim and that he did not drink alcohol to which I readily agreed. He asked me, if I was 420 friendly? Then he smoked a joint; God honest truth. He went on a long explanation, very coherent and well-spoken on how Mohamed was the last prophet and that the bible has been tampered with and denounced the Jews. He recited the names of the prophets all the way back to Adam. He had a firm and convincing grip on his material. He praised the name of Jesus throughout his speech. I hardly got a word in edgewise, other than saying, “let’s get back to Jesus.” This encouraged him to continue talking even more about the ways of Islam. After refuting the trinity, criticizing the Roman church, he compared them to Hinduism and pagan nature deities, he knew his stuff, he made sure that I understood that God did not have an image. Pictures could not represent the essence of spirit. All that he was saying was true up to a point, but with a tilt toward the Islamic view; the Abrahamic genealogy, he was certain runs through Ishmael and not Isaac that Jesus was not begotten and that God was one and not three. I was left wondering because he said it with such conviction, if he was right. He unloaded my baggage and said “brother, they even teach you how to shit.” He upbraided my religion and culture because the bidet was only a recent innovation in modern society. The Muslims knew how to wipe their own asses before anyone else. This was a sign he thought that they were superior.
I am reading the tract the young man gave me called 5 Steps to Understand Islam with a picture of the Kaaba on it surrounded by prostrated worshipers. The track directed the reader towards the chat service where you can talk about converting to Islam. I am very conversant on how tracts work after reading so many and writing my own. The Christian tracks point to Jesus Christ as salvation while the Muslim tracts directed me to a five-step program.