Ok so some of you want to know how it happened.Here it goes.First of All the readers shoud know that i didnt know what Allah,muhammed,islam,or anything to do with islam was.I was born Patrick O’brian Fitzsimmons.I grew up “upperclass” in california.I grew up in a white world and was raised just like any other dumb irish kid.So it so happened that i commited a crime that landed me in walla walla state penitentiary.I was sentenced to two years for armed robbery and assault.I was in my cell for 22 sometimes 23 hours a day(not including breakfast,lunch,dinner).So i would go to the weight pile and work out as there wasnt much else to do.

When i use to go to the big yard(recreation field) i use to walk around just contemplating life and its purpose.I was a christian i guess cause thats what the white world labeled me with as it was the only thing a good american boy would embrace.I never believed in it.

So one day i was in the big yard and i noticed a white man with a long mustache with a shaved head staring at me.He was with others that looked in my direction and it seemed they were talking about me.This kind of thing is not normal in prison so i went to my cell and melted my toothbrush and then rubbed it on the floor till it became a sharp hard pointed edge.Its not easy to make weapons in prison so you use what you got.None the less it would go into anyone’s flesh that threatened me.

So i would go out everyday and i would watch the entrance to it.So i always saw this guy scan the big yard and find me.He would look and then go to his friends and talk.One day he came into the big yard with about twenty men all with beards and shaved heads(dont know why they all shaved their heads).And like always he scanned the yard and found me.Only this time he headed to my direction which was about 200 hundred yards away.

I had gone to the solitary confinement three times already for fighting so confronting anyone was not strange to me.So they advanced and i said to myself,Ok this is it,here it comes.I picked out the biggest one and decided to attack him first as i thought it would discourage the others to continue.Seeing a sharpened toothbrush in someone’s neck will discourage alot of people.

So they were within 100 yards and i knew they were still heading my way and so i just mentally prepared myself for the attack.I had my hands in my pocket the whole time clenching onto my home made weapon.Then when they were within range i ran towards the biggest one with my weapon.I saw the look on his face as his eyes went huge with fear and surprise.Then the white guy(umar from turkey) shouted, SALAM ALAYKUM!!! to me.I stopped in my tracks and said wtf you say?He said peace be upon you brother we are not here to hurt you but were here to talk to you about Islam.

He then asked if he could talk to me.I said sure as long as its just you.I passed the muslims to talk to him.They all looked at me like they wanted to jump me cause of what happened seconds ago( i wouldnt have blamed them).Umar the turkish guy said,Patience brothers he thought we were going to harm him.So they let me pass.So we walked and talked.He made the most beautiful dawa to me about the creation of Allah.The way he talked about the tree’s,moon,planets,stars,water,ocean,etc, and their purposes really affected me.And so then we talked about isa bin maryam and he crushed me and easily refuted me within minutes.

So he gave me a quran which i took back to my cell and read for about 8 hours straight.I was amazed by it and all the prophets stories were in it.And so he kept talking to me when we would meet.I have never to this day heard a man speak so beautifully about the creation of Allah.So he asked me one day if i would like to attend friday prayers. I said sure.So i wrote for permission to go to religous meetings what they call it.I was called into the commanding officers office one day.He asked me what the hell i wanted to go to the religion of the nigg*** for.I said i was just curious and wanted to see what it was all about.He then went on making fun of me and calling me a nigg** lover and a traitor to christianity and america.I said then i am a nigg** so let me go to friday prayers.He threw something i couldnt see and told me to get the hell out of his office.I never in my life wanted to beat someone so badly that was untouchable to me as i was in prison.

So friday came around and i went to jumah.The christians had a bible study the same day but in different side of the building.We the muslims were searched and sometimes strip searched before jumah while the christians went without ever being searched or harrassed.They would treat our qurans with no care searching them.So i entered the building at the time they were calling the adthan to start.Then the imam stood up and addressed us.And it was the man i was going to attack,he was the imam of the muslims in prison.He smiled at me as he scanned the crowd.

So jumah was over and by then i knew i wanted to be a muslim.So i asked Umar the turkish guy,Can i be a muslim too?He asked if i was serious? I said for sure i am with all sincerity.He started to get teary eyed and announced that i wanted to say the shahadah and become muslim.The whole building shook with Takbir!,Allahu Akbar!And so that day october 31st 1991 i became a muslim.From that day all of the muslims let by gones be by gones and befriended me very closely.Then i was apart of their dawa outings and found myself walking in that huge group that intimidated me to make a knife out of a toothbrush.We walked everywhere together and ran the prison respect wise.They knew muslims were strong and would sacrifice for Allah at the drop of a hat.

So there’s my condensed story.I informed my family that i had embraced Islam and all of them declared that i was not from them.I did not receive the monetary support i had once enjoyed.My father declared that i was dead to him and that i was not his son.Same happened with all my family.They were shocked and appalled.So when i got out i found that i was completely by myself with no support except from Allah.I have refuted all my family in various letters and they still curse Allah,muhammed,and myself.They still dont talk with me after 13 years and i really dont care.The sahabahs went through it so i will go through it.The last time i talked with my father he was cursing Allah and the prophet saying very horrible things.