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Echoes
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Muslims believe that when a person accepts Islam,
his or her sins are wiped out. But can the past really be erased?
Joshua Adams has always been a wild child. He
graduated from reckless childhood accidents to girls and alcohol. By the
time he was twenty-three he had three children and a failed marriage.
When he left his wife, he moved in with some Muslim
guys he knew. Six months later he accepted Islam. He looked forward to
starting a new life. But he was forced to confront the echoes of the past.
A bitter ex-wife. Three children whom he abandoned. Strained relationships
with his mother and two older brothers. And fears of inadequacy that
threaten to destroy him.
Excerpts:
He is my son. Why do I hate him so much? Is it from
all these years of trouble, or just his latest stunt? I don't know, but even
the sight of him today made my blood boil. And what's all this business
about 'being lost' and 'belonging'? I have stood by that boy through every
problem he has ever gotten himself into. And he goes out and latches on to
the first bunch of strangers who feed him a line. I wonder how long this
Moslem thing will last.
I know I shouldn't, but sometimes I think it would have
been better if Joshua had never been born. I would have gone to that
reunion with Sam and we would have raised our two sons together. I wouldn't
have had to worry about drugs or teen pregnancy or weird religions. My life
would have been so much easier.
At least, there are the children. Heather's mother
thinks it is scandalous, having three children so close together, especially
in a marriage that was shaky from the beginning. In principle, I must agree
with her. But I love those children, all three of them. That's the only
thing Joshua has ever done right. Helping Heather conceive those three
beautiful children.
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She would deny it, but sometimes I think that my mother
never really loved me. It wasn't my fault at first. It was Sam's fault.
Sam, the man who never came around often enough or stayed around long enough
for me to call him Dad.
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