The story of monika

The story of Monika 

The popular Tamil film actress Monika who is known for her films like ‘Azhagi’ and ‘Silanthi’  has converted to Islam and her new name is M G Rahima. Monika has acted in more than 70 films as heroine and child artist.

Monika’s parents are Christians and the actress says hereafter she won’t be acting in films. Monika also says that there is no selfishness in her decision to convert to Islam.

Monika started her career as a child artist in Avasara Police 100. She is also popular  in other South Indian film industries like Telugu, Malayalam and Kannada.

She conducted a press meet at RKV Studio  on Friday where she said, “I started my career in cinema from child artist, completed 70 films in Cinema Industry. I have done with your full support. The word thanks  is not enough for your affections”.

She added, “I don’t convert for the reason of love of money,i  am not such a person. I like Islamic principles so that I converted to Islam. I will intimate about my marriage to media once it will be arranged by my parents and I really thank to my dad  for  his full support. I am not convinced to change my name but I have changed my name , it is M.G.Raheema (M – Maruthi Raj (father), G-Gracy (mother)). Hereafter I won’t act in the film, it gives some pain but I don’t change my mind”

The actress added that she was planning to tie the knot soon. The actress has also  issued her new photographs in Islamic Abaya

The best moment of rolle's life

That moment change the life of British musician rolle 

Rolle British musician was born in UK and he become Muslim 7 years ago

Rolle moved to East London and used to go to a book shop called Dar Assalam in theWest End.He recalls, “I‘ve always liked reading about world affairs and conspiracies and what’s going on. Some things I read about were true and some weren’t but it didn’t bring me any closer to the Creator. 

My soul was always searching even though I wasn’t one hundred percent aware of that.The brothers at the shop used to give me booklets and I’d take them home and put them in the cupboard. Shortly afterIraqwas invaded, and after reading up about itall, I felt sympathy for the Muslims. I usedto ask myself why the world was always attacking Islam and Muslims.” Rolle noticed that the media was portraying Muslims as terrorists, and he just knew that could not be right because he was aware that the media does not always tell the truth. He wanted to know why they were attacking the Muslims. In response to his confusion, he went into his bedroom, put his head down on the floor, prostrated and prayed.Later, outside the bookshop he said to hisson, “I need something to feed my soul. 

These other books aren’t doing anything for me.” His son pointed out a DVD calledWhat Is The Purpose of Life?by Khaled Yaseen. He took part one home and played it and watched it and felt greatly inspired. “Everything that was being said on the DVD I felt I already knew. I knew it was the truth,” recalls Rolle.He learned that Muslims pray five times a day but because he was still into mainstream music at that time, he thought he would not be able to make time to pray like that. 

However, his soul was telling him that it was right. The bookshop gave him some books but they could not get him past this point of praying five times a day.Being Nurtured by MuslimsI have always found that most Muslims are polite, generous and kind-heartedRolle remembers that the Muslim community nurtured him and he found himself surrounded by brothers who reallyshowed that they care. He says, “I spent a lot of time with them for about two years. 

They taught me, corrected me, and reminded me. These were mainly brothersin the bookshop. I have been with them ever since.”He adds, “I have always found that most Muslims are polite, generous and kind-hearted. Even though there are problems in the Ummah worldwide, the individual Muslims have always been kindto me. I wanted to try to become pious and I keep trying. I want to be like them.”By this time, Rolle believed in Islam and had acquired fundamental knowledge of the religion and was on the way to learn more and more. At that time, the brothers were telling him that he should declare the two testimonies of faith and they reminded him that death is always near. However, he still felt he was not quite ready.

photographee find in nature

What the photographer find in nature 

I was born into an ordinary, non-religious Swedish home, but one that had very loving relationships.I had lived my life for 25 years without really thinking about the existence of God or anything spiritual whatsoever, I was the typical materialistic man.Or was I?I still recall a short story I wrote in the seventh grade about my future life, where Iportrayed myself as a successful games programmer (I hadn't yet even touched a computer) living with a Muslim wife! OK, atthat time, "Muslim" to me meant dressing in long clothes and wearing a scarf, but I have no idea where those thoughts came from.Later, in high school, I remember spendinga lot of time in the school library becominga bookworm, and at one time, I picked up atranslation of theQuranand read some passages from it. I don't remember exactlywhat I read, but I do remember finding thatwhat it said made sense and was logical tome.Still, I was not at all religious; I couldn't fit God in my universe, and I had no need of any god. I mean, we have Newton to explain how the universe works, right?Time passed and I graduated from school and started working. I earned some moneyand moved to my own apartment and found a wonderful tool in my PC. I became a passionate amateur photographer and enrolled in photography activities.One time, I was documenting a marketplace and taking photos from a distance with my telephoto lens when an angry-looking immigrant came over and explained that he wanted to make sure I wasn't going to take any more pictures of his mother and sisters. Strange people, those Muslims!More things related to Islam happened, and there are some things that I can't explain why I did what I did. I can't recall the reason I called the Islamic Information Organization in Sweden to order a subscription to their newsletter and to buy Yusuf Ali's translation of the Quran and a very good book on Islam called Islam: Our Faith. I just did!I read almost all of the Quran and found it to be both beautiful and logical. But still, God had no place in my heart. One year later, while I was out on a patch of land called Pretty Island, which really is pretty, taking autumn-color pictures, I was overwhelmed by a fantastic feeling. I felt as if I were a tiny piece of something greater, a tooth on a gear in God's great gearbox called the universe.It was wonderful! I had never ever felt like this before, totally relaxed, yet bursting with energy, and above all, totally aware of God wherever I turned my eyes. I don't know how long I stayed in this ecstatic state, but eventually it ended and I drove home, seemingly unaffected. But what I had experienced left inerasable marks in my mind.At this time, Microsoft introduced Windows 95 to the software market with the biggest marketing blitz known in the computer industry. The package included the online service Microsoft Network (MSN). I was keen to know what it was all about, so I got myself an account on MSN.I soon found that the Islam BBS (electronicbulletin board system) was the most interesting part of MSN, and that's where I found Shahida.Shahida is an American woman, who, like me, had converted to Islam. Our chemistry worked right away, and she became the best pen pal I have ever had. Our e-mail correspondence will go down in history — the fact that my mailbox grew to something like three megabytes over the first six months tells its own tale.Shahida and I discussed Islam, and faith inGod, in general, and everything she wrote made sense to me. Shahida had the patience of angels to deal with my slow thinking and silly questions, but she never gave up hope in me. She told me, "Just listen to your heart, and you'll find the truth."I found the truth in myself sooner than I had expected. On my way home from work,I was riding the bus and most of the people around me were sleeping. I was adoring the sunset, which was painting thebeautifully dispersed clouds with pink and orange colors. At that moment, all the parts came together.I understood how God could rule our life, although we're not robots. I saw it was possible to depend on physics and chemistry and still believe and see God's work. It was wonderful: I experienced a fewminutes of total understanding and peace.I longed so much for a moment like this to happen again.And it did. 

One morning I woke up, my mind clear as a bell, and the first thought that ran through my brain was how grateful to God I was that He made me wake up to another day full of opportunities. It was so natural, like I had been doing this every day of my life.After these experiences, I could no longer deny God's existence. But after 25 years of denying God, it was no easy task to admit His existence and accept faith. But good things kept happening to me. I spent sometime in the United States, and, at this time, I started praying and feeling and learned tofocus on God and to listen to what my heart said. It all ended in a nice weekend inNew York, about which I had worried a lot, but it turned out to be a success, most of all because I finally got to meet Shahida.At this point there was no return; I just didn't know it yet. Back in Sweden, 

God kept leading me. I read some more, and I finally got the courage to call the nearest mosque and to meet with some Muslims. With trembling legs, I drove to the mosque,which I had passed many times before, buthad never dared to stop and visit.I met the nicest people at the mosque, andI was given some more reading material and made plans to come and visit the brothers in their homes. What they told meand the answers they gave all made sense.Islam became a major part of my life. I started praying regularly and went to my first Jumu`ah Prayer.It was wonderful. I sneaked in and sat in the back. I didn't understand a word of what the imam was saying but still enjoyed the service. After the sermon, we all gathered together in rows and performed two rak`ahs. It was one of the most wonderful experiences I ever had on my journey to Islam. The sincerity of 200 men fully devoted to just one thing — praising God — felt great.Slowly, my mind started to agree with my heart, and I started to picture myself as a Muslim. But could I really convert to Islam?I had left the Swedish state church earlier, just in case, but could I pray five times a day?

 Could I stop eating pork? Could I really do that? And what about my family and friends? 

I recalled what one brother named Omar told me, how his family had tried to get him admitted to an asylum when he had converted. Could I really convert?By this time, the Internet wave had swept through Sweden, and I too had hooked up with the Infobahn. And there was tons of information about Islam out there. I think I visited just about every website that included the word Islam anywhere in the text, and I learned a lot from them.

What really made a change in me was a story entitled "Twelve Hours" of a newly converted British woman who had experienced feelings exactly like mine. When I read the story, I wept and realized that there was no turning back anymore; I couldn't resist Islam any longer.Summer vacation started, and I had made my mind up. I had to become a Muslim. But the start of the summer had been very cold, and if the weather was going to start getting sunny during my first week of vacation, I didn't want to miss a day of sunshine and had to take advantage of theweather by going to the beach. On the TV, the weatherman had drawn a big sun right on top of my part of the country. 

OK, then I would convert some other day.The next morning there was a steel gray sky, with ice-cold gusts of wind blowing outside my bedroom window. It was like God had decided that my time was up and I could wait no longer. I performed the required bath (ghusl), dressed in clean clothes, jumped in my car, and drove for one hour to the mosque.In the mosque, I approached some brothers and told them about my wish to become Muslim. So after noon prayer, the imam and some brothers witnessed me say theShahadah.Al-hamdulillah

Isabelle matic 

French director Isabelle Matic has announced her decision to revert to Islam on her FaceBook account, making the unexpected announcement only a few days after Charlie Hebdo Paris attacks.she said
“Today, I passed through the first pillar of Islam. There is no god but Allah and Muhammad is His Prophet,”
Matic said in a message posted on her Facebook page on January 11.She followed her announcement with a series of posts in which she thanked Moroccan actor Hicham Bahloul for announcing her decision on Moroccan papers.In another message, she described how she took the decision and its effect on her beliefs in freedom of expression.“Between the massacre at the premises of Charlie Hebdo and other event that have followed:
I became a Muslim,” Matic wrote.“Am I still for freedom of expression for all and Charlie Hebdo in particular?! Yes,” Matic wrote yesterday.“With regard to my position towards the caricatures of the Prophet, I will write you the text of the SMS that I received this morning from a mosque which agreed quite well with my thoughts since the beginning of the cartoons, well before I became a Muslim,” she added“They are making fun of Muhammad and do not harm Muhammad.
They are making fun of a character that they have imagined and to whom they have given a name. Thisman is not our Prophet,” she wrote.The new Muslim referred to the early life ofProphet Muhammad (peace be upon him) when non-believers rejected his calls to Islam.“The Makkans laughed at Muhammad (worthy of praise) in the appellant Modamam (worthy of name calling).
The prophet peace be upon him was smiling. Yes, he was smiling! And he said: They are making fun of Modamam and not me,” Matic wrote.“The wisdom is the answer to provocations. And this is what our belovedProphet (peace and blessings of Allah be with him) has taught us.“So when Charlie Hebdo will be published insha ' Allah (God willing), do not pay attention.
Do not respond to the provocation. And do not give them of importance,” she added.In its Wednesday’s edition, Charlie Hebdo magazinefeaturesa cartoon of a man they claim to be the prophet of Islam on the cover.The cover depicts Prophet Mohammed (pbuh) with a tear falling from his cheek, holding a sign that says, "Je suis Charlie” under the headline "All Is Forgiven."The edition is the first after two gunmen attacked the magazine’s headquarters in Paris, killing 10 journalists and two policemen. Two of the dead were Muslims,an editor and a police cop.It culminates the magazine’s long history of offending millions of Muslims worldwide.

The Best Of Cat Steven

The best moments of cat Steven's life 

When cat Steven came to London, he brought backa translation of the Quran, which he gave to me.  He did not become a Muslim, but he felt something in this religion, and thought I might find something in it also.And when I received the book, a guidance that would explain everything to me - who Iwas; what was the purpose of life; what was the reality and what would be the reality; and where I came from - I realized that this was the true religion; religion not in the sense the West understands it, not the type for only your old age.  In the West,whoever wishes to embrace a religion and make it his only way of life is deemed a fanatic.  I was not a fanatic; I was at first confused between the body and the soul.  Then I realized that the body and soul are not apart and you don’t have to go to the mountain to be religious.  We must follow the will of God.  

Then we can rise higher than the angels.  The first thing I wanted todo now was to be a Muslim.I realized that everything belongs to God, that slumber does not overtake Him.  He created everything.  At this point I began to lose the pride in me, because hereto I had thought the reason I was here was because of my own greatness.  But I realized that I did not create myself, and the whole purpose of my being here was to submit to the teaching that has been perfected by the religion we know as Al-Islam.  At this point, I started discovering my faith.  I felt I was a Muslim.On reading the Quran, I now realized that all the Prophets sent by God brought the same message.  Why then were the Jews and Christians different?  I know now how the Jews did not accept Jesus as the Messiah and that they had changed His Word.  Even the Christians misunderstand God’s Word and called Jesus the son of God.  Everything made so much sense.  

This is the beauty of the Quran; it asks youto reflect and reason, and not to worship the sun or moon but the One Who has created everything.  The Quran asks man to reflect upon the sun and moon and God’s creation in general.  Do you realize how different the sun is from the moon?  They are at varying distances from the earth, yet appear the same size to us; at times, one seems to overlap the other.Even when many of the astronauts go to space, they see the insignificant size of the earth and vastness of space.  They become very religious, because they have seen the Signs of God.When I read the Quran further, it talked about prayer, kindness and charity.  I was not a Muslim yet, but I felt that the only answer for me was the Quran, and God hadsent it to me, and I kept it a secret.  But theQuran also speaks on different levels.  I began to understand it on another level, where the Quran says, “Those who believe do not take disbelievers for friends and thebelievers are brothers.”  Thus at this point Iwished to meet my Muslim brothers.ConversionThen I decided to journey to Jerusalem (asmy brother had done).  At Jerusalem, I went to the mosque and sat down.  A man asked me what I wanted.  I told him I was aMuslim.  He asked what was my name.  I told him, “Stevens.”  He was confused.  I then joined the prayer, though not so successfully.  Back in London, I met a sister called Nafisa.  I told her I wanted to embrace Islam, and she directed me to theNew Regent Mosque.  This was in 1977, about one and a half years after I received the Quran.  Now I realized that I must get rid of my pride, get rid of Satan, and face one direction.  So on a Friday, after the Friday congrational prayer service, I went to the Imam (Prayer Leader) and declared my faith (the Shahaadah) at this hands.  You have before you someone who had achieved fame and fortune.  But guidance was something that eluded me, no matter how hard I tried, until I was shown the Quran.  Now I realize I can get in direct contact with God, unlike Christianity or anyother religion.  As one Hindu lady told me, “You don’t understand the Hindus.  We believe in one God; we use these objects (idols) to merely concentrate.”  What she was saying was that in order to reach God, one has to create associates, that are idolsfor the purpose.  But Islam removes all these barriers.  The only thing that moves the believers from the disbelievers is the salat (prayer).  This is the process of purification.Finally, I wish to say that everything I do is for the pleasure of God and pray that you gain some inspirations from my experiences.  Furthermore, I would like to stress that I did not come into contact with any Muslim before I embraced Islam.  I read the Quran first and realized that no person is perfect.  Islam is perfect, and if we imitate the conduct of the Prophet we will be successful.

maryam cerrah

Maryam cerrah 

It was probably around the late 80's. I was hangin' out with Divine Styler (a popular Los Angeles rapp artist). He was basically at the end of his 5% period (referring to thepseudo-Islamic "Nation of Gods and Earths" sect). He was starting to come intoIslam. He lived with the Bashir family. Abdullah Bashir was sort of his teacher; and mine it wound up later. As he was making the transition from 5% into Islam I would just be around and hear things.I'm trying to think of the first time I recognized it as Islam. I think it was when one of Divine's friends took Shahada (the Muslim profession of faith) and I was there. I heard him say, "I bear witness that there is no God but Allah, and Muhammad is the servant and messenger." And I remember me being like, "What is this?
 I'm white. Can I be here?" It was outta ignorance, you know? 'Cause here in America, Islam is considered a "Black thing." And that's when someone pointed out to me, "You have no idea how many white Muslims there are in the world." I was like, "Really," and somebody broke it down. I said, "That's crazy. I had no clue."

Do you feel any extra pressure being a  Muslim in AmericIt was probably around the late 80's. I was hangin' out with Divine Styler (a popular Los Angeles rapp artist). He was basically at the end of his 5% period (referring to thepseudo-Islamic "Nation of Gods and Earths" sect). He was starting to come intoIslam. He lived with the Bashir family. Abdullah Bashir was sort of his teacher; and mine it wound up later. As he was making the transition from 5% into Islam I would just be around and hear things.I'm trying to think of the first time I recognized it as Islam. I think it was when one of Divine's friends took Shahada (the Muslim profession of faith) and I was there. I heard him say, "I bear witness that there is no God but Allah, and Muhammad is the servant and messenger." And I remember me being like, "What is this? I'm white. Can I be here?" It was outta ignorance, you know? 'Cause here in America, Islam is considered a "Black thing." And that's when someone pointed out to me, "You have no idea how many white Muslims there are in the world." I was like, "Really," and somebody broke it down. I said, "That's crazy. I had no clue."Do you feel any extra pressure being a white Muslim in America?I don't think of it on the grand scale. To me, Islam is mine. Allah is the God of all the worlds, and all mankind and all the Al-Amin (worlds/universe). Islam is my personal relationship with God. So, nobodycan put any more pressure on me than I can put on myself. But as far as the mosque where I pray, I have never felt more at home or more welcome. And it's not just mine. The few mosques that I've gone to around the country, I've never ever been made to feel uncomfortable. Like in New York, the mosque is big and there's so many people that nobody is lookin' to notice you. There were Chines, Korean, Spanish - everything, which was a good thing for me because at my mosque I'm the only white male, [although] there are some white females.I think at first, I thought about it more than anybody else the first couple times I went to Jumma (the Friday congregational prayer). The first time I went to Jumma, I was taken by a friend of mine in New York. It was in Brooklyn in Bed-Stuy (Bedford Stuyvestant). I was nervous about the neighborhood I was in, not the mosque. But I was just so at ease once I was there. I was like, "This is great." I didn't feel any different than anybody else in the mosque.a?I don't think of it on the grand scale. To me, Islam is mine. Allah is the God of all the worlds, and all mankind and all the Al-Amin (worlds/universe). Islam is my personal relationship with God. So, nobodycan put any more pressure on me than I can put on myself. But as far as the mosque where I pray, I have never felt more at home or more welcome. And it's not just mine. The few mosques that I've gone to around the country, I've never ever been made to feel uncomfortable. Like in New York, the mosque is big and there's so many people that nobody is lookin' to notice you. There were Chines, Korean, Spanish - everything, which was a good thing for me because at my mosque I'm the only white male, [although] there are some white females.I think at first, I thought about it more than anybody else the first couple times I went to Jumma (the Friday congregational prayer). The first time I went to Jumma, I was taken by a friend of mine in New York. It was in Brooklyn in Bed-Stuy (Bedford Stuyvestant). I was nervous about the neighborhood I was in, not the mosque. But I was just so at ease once I was there. I was like, "This is great." I didn't feel any different than anybody else in the mosque.

The Best Of Mike Tyson

The best interview of mike tyson

Q: When you were younger, what did you think Mike Tyson would end up doing?  Did you have career aspirations? What were they?
A: I thought I would be dead before 20.  Where I come from (Brownsville) young black men don't make it too far.  They are either murdered or in prison.  95% of my childhood friends from my old neighborhood either have life sentences in prison or are dead.  I just thought I would be a criminal because that is all I was ever taught.  Then when I went to reform school I was introduced to boxing. From that point on, I only wanted to be a boxer.  If I wasn't boxing, I would have been dead or in prison.  Boxing saved me.
Q: The addictions (the drugs and the drinking), how and when did that all begin and when did you realise it was a problem? What prompted you to get help and how is that ongoing battle for sobrietygoing?
A: My drug and drinking issues started to spiral out of control after I retired from boxing.  Boxing was the only real structurein my life at that time and without it I just lived a life of extremes.  I finally got tired of it.  I knew if I didn't change my life that Iwould die.  So I went to rehab for a year and then I had some relapses.  I got married and Kiki and I had a daughter, Milan and I wanted to be a better father.  So having the structure of a wife and children to raise helped me finally grow up.  I was over four years clean and sober and had a relapse with alcohol so it's like starting all over again.  The one relapse wipes out all of the sober years I have had.  This disease is that powerful.  However, I'm now over 70 days totally sober and have no desire to ever pick up adrink again.
Q: A lot of people see public speaking like this as a form of therapy – is that how youapproach it?
A: I don't approach it as therapy but I certainly see the benefits of it.  I have always been an open book.  Perhaps that is why I have stirred up so much raw emotion and at times controversy because I have never been afraid to speakmy mind.  However, this is the first time I personally speak about the headlines that would shape peoples opinion about me for the good or the bad.  I never took control in this kind of format and told people what I thought about the headlines.  No one has heard my undisputed truth directly from me.  There is something therapeutic about this process I suppose.
Q: Many of our readers are Muslim. Can you tell us a little about your reversion to Islam – how that came about and what the religion gave/gives to you, personally?
A: Islam has given me a sense of stability.It has helped me gain some serenity and understanding of who I am as a person.  I was introduced to Islam over two decadesago.  I made my hajj two years ago.  I am not professing to be a good Muslim or theposter boy for Islam.  My relationship withAllah is my own person relationship and how I grow in my religion is my journey alone.  I'm just trying to work on myself and grow as a person and love all of Allah's creations.Q: What can your fans in the UAE expect from your show? And how do you feel about bringing your story to these shores?A: I am beyond grateful to do my show in Dubai.  I am just really looking forward to giving a good performance.  Expect to seea knockout performance.  It's a roller coaster ride of emotions.  One minute youwill want to cry and then they next you  are bellied over with laughter.
Q: What's the hardest thing to talk about in the show?
A: The death of my daughter Exodus.  It's just something I will never be at ease with talking about but she deserves for the world to know about her.
Q: And what gets the biggest laughs?
A: Oh, wow, there are a lot of big laughs.  My life plays out in a lot of funny scenarios.  You just have to come and seeit and tell me what you thought was the funniest part.  The Mitch Green stories arepretty funny though.
Q: If people are undecided on whether to come, what's your knock out blow to convince them?
A: So many people that have come to my show have later told me that they hadn't a clue what to expect and it was nothing like what they expected.  They thought they were going to see a cliche' rendition of a boxer trying to be a performer.  But they left with feeling like they saw a true performance.  My story is touching, tellingand funny.  Whether you love boxing or hate it, you will love my show.  It's not just for the men.  Women love the show.  There is something very identifiable aboutmy stories that transcends gender and age.