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Strangely enough, my becoming a Christian did not upset Andrew too<br />
much — I suppose he thought this was better than atheism. But his family<br />
put a lot of pressure on me to become a Muslim: that was the expected<br />
thing for the wife of an Islamic man.<br />
I never did become a Muslim. I explained it to them like this: ‘A<br />
person’s faith is something that cannot be changed, because it comes from<br />
within you, as a part of yourself. If you truly believe in something, how can<br />
you just drop it and then replace it with something else?’ They didn’t like<br />
this, but they gradually came to understand it.<br />
From the time when I became a Christian, right up to the encounter,<br />
my life ran on holy rails! My entire outlook revolved around my<br />
spirituality, and all of my expectations were Christian in nature. I distinctly<br />
recall that when I first saw those strange lights, I was convinced that I had<br />
a direct conversation with God coming my way. But afterwards, I believed<br />
that I’d had a clash with the Devil.<br />
The night that shook my world was 7 August 1993. I was twenty-five<br />
years old. When I eventually remembered what had happened, the<br />
overriding thing I felt was a sense of searing terror. And after that, grief.<br />
Grief because I lost my sense of security, and eventually my husband, as a<br />
result of it. Although Andrew was with me during the encounter, I think<br />
he didn’t cope with it as well as I seem to have done. At first he didn’t deny<br />
what he’d seen, but he claimed to have no conscious recollection of many<br />
of the events that I remembered. As for what he did see, he chose to forget<br />
it. A great deal of strain was placed on our marriage, and by June 1995 we<br />
were divorced.<br />
I also lost my simple Christian faith because it was ultimately<br />
inadequate for explaining what occurred that night. Before we go on with<br />
the story, I want you to understand this about me — I suffered a terrible<br />
trauma as a result of that loss, and the trauma almost undid me.<br />
Only those who’ve had their faith destroyed can understand what a<br />
dreadful experience this is. I still believe in God, but not in the way that I<br />
was taught by orthodox Christianity. My faith is fluid now; it’s no longer<br />
crystallised into a formal religion. I now consider God to be an expression<br />
of life — the seams of the box in which I kept Him have burst, and He’s<br />
now there when I need Him, not just when I am living within the context of<br />
organised religious rules.