“I am going to die.. I will die in few hours !!.. I came here to die.. You know that ? !”. Some thought that this old man had lost his senses and was talking out of his mind; some even would have thought he is insane, a common accusation levelled against almost all the Prophets..

It was on a sunny Sunday morning, probably in the month of February 2010, in the capital city of Malaysia, Kuala Lumpur, while sitting in the veranda of my home after concluding routine morning rituals, I came across a brochure that was lying under the stool unattended for a long time.

When my family knew about it, they got very angry especially nun sister. I didn’t know what to do because they wanted me to stop seeing my Muslim friends and they wanted me to go back home. The first Muslim brother whom I met kept on telling me to trust Allah, Allah will help me..

.. She had wanted to know the essence, the inner wisdom of the rituals in Islam like the prayers, and had found it in the lessons in dersane. Thus, for her and the regular comers, it is a place for the brokenhearted, for those searching for wisdom, for those who want a deeper, more meaningful understanding of their faith..

It is a little difficult to be a Muslim in Colombia and if you are a Muslim, you are always a strange man. But they show respect us, they ask us some questions about Islam. We reply them but we are not good enough . We must learn better Islam and belief.