no, that’s cool, dude.
i grew up going to a Lutheran church, and to Mass with my families growing up. i loved the services and the music, but never understood “why Jesus”, what made Him special, why Christianity claimed a unique hold on truth, and why i had to go “through someone” to get close to God.
i went to church for years to please my family, and in college encountered Islam through some students from Somalia. i loved the praying five times a day (no one in my nominally Lutheran family ever prayed), the theology which made more sense to me than what i had grown up with, the Quran, and the Islamic religious culture. i bought a Quran, read it, and after a couple months of study embraced Islam.
i was a happy and devoted Muslim for several months, getting up every morning to pray, wearing a head scarf, etc. a Christina family from India came into my life just as i had converted, and began to challange me about Islam. i fought with them like crazy, debated the Bible, the divinity of Jesus, the trinity, and a million other things. intellectually i was very sure of Islam, but something bugged me… namely,. the way these Christians prayed. when they talked to and about God, it was like they were talking to their dearest friend, someone they knew personally. i was taken aback, as i had never heard a Muslim (or any one else) pray that way, and was determined to replicate what i heard from them. but i could not! somehow the Christians had something in their prayer life and spiritual life that i did not.
so one night, i humbled myself before God. i made a personal prayer to God asking “is Jesus Your Son? do You want me to follow Him? please let me know what is true, and take away the sadness and emptiness in my heart!” and the night, i had a dream. i was about to be killed in a car accident- a vehicle behind me was cmoming up way too fast, and about to crash. i was so scared, i cried out “Lord Jesus Christ, pelase save me!” and the moment i did, my own car turned into a kind of vapour. the car behind me passed right through my own, and kept going.
i woke up, and i was different. suddenly, for the first time in my life, i was not anxious, scared, unsure, or thirsty for God. i was happy, grateful, and had His peace in my heart. so since then, i have followed Jesus, as a Christian. i am not a Catholic specifically, but just a Christian. i love the Bible, and fellowshipping with other Christians. i would not return to Islam for anything… i did not deserve to be saved or helped (
i had cursed and mocked Christ daily as a Muslim, and treated God’s people rudely to say the least) yet God had mercy, and delivered me.
i know He can and is doing the same for other Muslims, and non-believrs around the world.

so that is my testimony in a (very big) nutshell. to God be the thanks and praise, and glory. :bible1: