Certificate Of Conversion To Islam

A little bit of nostalgia ... But it is also valid to see!

Before the trip the east ...

This story contains multiple instances of my life that I ignored, but a look that to know in depth some aspects of my previous existence, consider -relevant s these intricacies, so they are common in these letters.

I tell you something you already know but may I remind you, born in Palmira, Valle del Cauca , and here let me and depth of the soil in certain signs which I am from: a small town where everyone knows everyone, girlfriend is a former girlfriend of another, the suburb bitter lives in every corner on Friday night, a city where even go victories ( or horse-drawn carriages) to tour the center, surrounded by a pack of bikes everywhere, or rather, a strange disorder. At the same time is a land that gives some contrasts even rare, in its fruits are from the leader of our family in faith Jimmy Chamorro up certain characters fatal as alias "Lollipop" between these two dissimilar calculate characters for what might be in the midrange.

vallecaucana In that land grew up knowing and learning to love the rural area of \u200b\u200bthe department. My family was walking much, and I loved it.

We were also a considerable number of people when they travel to the country estates were given: father, mother, sisters, uncles, cousins, aunts policies, aunts, grandparents, godparents, cousins in 2nd and 3rd grade, childhood friends, castings and other (as in most of the families of the Andean region of Colombia) ... Rather an angry crowd, but the result was the same: I enjoyed much of the landscape, the animals, the environment, to see them give an overview of my activities at the time: and milked cows roamed , fed horses, carrying parrots, geese and bimbos fleeing dangerous tugged stoned frogs, stroking dogs, pampered cats, despescuezaba chickens, collecting eggs from hens, rabbits imitated, I stared p the float atos, helped vaccinate calves ate goat meat special celebrations and learned as pigs killed by electricity, almost to the point of being a farmer there, but it was a very happy little boy, that's really what memory.

My sisters and I were very close s all children. We had fun, I made Jim laugh all the time, but the only Guinness I won in that time was the nagging of my parents because she , and walked all the time laughing, when my father required silence at the table or in the house in general she did not stop, but it was my fault ... These girls loved, Angela and Jim, played a thousand things I remember especially when we pretended a cooking show where we taught making breakfast, I was looking how I fare, the newly expert " Chocolisto " lso t we recorded a radio program in a aparatejo my mom gave me one time and founded my deep and inevitable audiophile skills (both listening to music I like William Porter happened to Pink Floyd in a second without anesthesia always in mind I have a song for every occasion or feeling fits to the soundtrack of my life.) The program, called "Tele González" (to which now I can not make any sense, because it was to hear no more) and he said some crazy things. I imitated American players (my best performance was that of Ricardo "El Tigre" Gareca, and from there was always named after my uncle Aicardo-that's not my uncle, but that is another sack, and my cousin Freddy Molina, which still happens despite the story) and they two were jingles for different products as toilet paper Kitacakita”... Si, nos reíamos y la pasábamos muy bien, no se puede ocultar de ninguna manera.

Claro que ellas dos eran mucho más cercanas por esas consideraciones del género, muchas veces emitieron ciertos comentarios en los cuales me tildaban de ser el preferido de mi mamá… Cosa que nunca se pudo comprobar y hasta Jaime (mi padre) mediaba con el consabido sermón de que no hay hijos preferidos.

Hasta que en este año, estando yo en estas distantes tierras asiáticas, mi madre se decidió y lo confesó todo, revealing the mystery and ending the dispute, through an email that I almost split in two, which I think my dear sisters completely unknown and will be our secret (which will have a separate annex for more arguments) "They say that mothers particularly want our sons do not know if this is true, but in my case it seems that it did ... Why is it always was jealous of your sisters (lol) but it is inexplicable tenderness and love that you inspire me ... That was years and years, now I see you become the great man you are serving the Lord. " If , this beautiful lady has given me everything, in every moment of my life. And so with my sisters there if you queridillas pod, they had to stay in second (just kidding, just kidding ... and I see a frown). Good and well kept thing.

thing with my dad if it was a little different, and rather to say things as they are acotaría that was diametrically opposed. A man with a difficult character with a a beautiful life story but to have connection with me: full short-circuit, which always made me high and low in complicated childhood days and adolescence as the link with the gentleman always needed a father figure was often nil. Multiple attempts to reach out and have a normal relationship with him half generated some unusual tastes which I still have: I like the West Indian music (especially salsa), I like the America de Cali (and after football), I like to write, I like people, I have refined tastes for many things ... so, over time, that's what Louie has been for me a great father in his duties (though half the affective regularcito thanks) but I know who has tried to all that his wisdom has it and who loves me as to anyone else.

Now I have a somewhat closer relationship with him but still revolves around the same themes as always, for example: - "Daddy, when he recorded the Sonora Ponceña " Yambeque? "Oh that was in 74 when they signed with Tico Records, -" See, what year is the song "Son de la Loma" of Trio Matamoros? "Oh that song is" older than the brown sugar, "as of 1,923, or talk about the front of goal does not turn on" Mechita "(currently ranting Adrian Ramos) and technical campaign into the future (now we deal with Diego Umaña).

Thank God all these relationships have been taken by him and all love you with all my being, and prayed much for them and that will gradually see the need to learn more about the Lord and He will peace, love and peace that gave me and they may need these days.

Well, in order to stop where to cut fabric, let there by the time these family events and let yourself be who I say if it seems appropriate that I speak of these instances of my life or rather well let those pork skins from the sun. But not before telling everything that happens in my life today is a dream, but thanks to certain moments in life teaches you to cherish what really matters, to put into practice what they built and left of useless thoughts. That's why I love to see that it is written in First Corinthians 14:20, we are not children in the way of thinking, but in malice, but mature in the way of thinking ... I remember with pleasure in many things, and by those walking in the east, maturing spiritually and personally with a future that looks huge, and delivered to the road that has made each step before it can be seen as necessary to have come here.