Seeking Allah, Finding Jesus: A Devout Muslim Encounters Christianity

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In Seeking Allah, Finding Jesus, now expanded with new bonus content, Nabeel Qureshi describes his dramatic journey from Islam to Christianity, complete with friendships, investigations, and supernatural dreams along the way.

Providing an intimate window into a loving Muslim home, Qureshi shares how he developed a passion for Islam before discovering, almost against his will, evidence that Jesus rose from the dead and claimed to be God. Unable to deny the arguments but not wanting to deny his family, Qureshi struggled with an inner turmoil that will challenge Christians, Muslims, and all those who are interested in the world’s greatest religions.

Engaging and thought-provoking, Seeking Allah, Finding Jesus tells a powerful story of the clash between Islam and Christianity in one man’s heart--and of the peace he eventually found in Jesus.

The New York Times bestselling Seeking Allah, Finding Jesus has been expanded to include:

  • A revised foreword and introduction
  • A new afterword by Mark Mittelberg and reflection by Nabeel's wife
  • A substantially extended epilogue that shares how Nabeel told his friend David of his decision to follow Christ, how his parents found out, and much more
  • Expert contributions from scholars and ministry leaders on each section of the book, contributions previously included only in the ebook edition
  • An appendix with a topical table of contents (for teaching from Seeking Allah, Finding Jesus)
  • An appendix tackling the objection that Ahmadi Muslims are not true Muslims
  • And a sneak peek prologue from Nabeel’s book, No God but One: Allah or Jesus?

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780310092643
Publisher: Zondervan
Publication date: 08/21/2018
Pages: 384
Sales rank: 30,851
Product dimensions: 5.40(w) x 8.20(h) x 1.00(d)

About the Author

Nabeel Qureshi was a speaker with Ravi Zacharias International Ministries. He earned an MD from Eastern Virginia Medical School, an MA in Christian apologetics from Biola University, and an MA in religion from Duke University.

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Seeking Allah, Finding Jesus

a devout Muslim encounters Christianity

By Nabeel A. Qureshi


Copyright © 2014 Nabeel A. Qureshi
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-310-51503-6



AT DAWN ACROSS THE ISLAMIC WORLD, sonorous voices usher the sun over the horizon. The core beliefs of Muslims are repeatedly proclaimed from rooftops and minarets, beginning with the takbir:

Allah-hu-akbar! Ashado an-la illaha il-Allah! Ashado an-na Muhammad-ur-Rasool Allah!

Allah is Great! I bear witness that there is no god but Allah! I bear witness that Muhammad is the messenger of Allah!

It is the start of the adhan, the call to prayer. The call reminds Muslims to dedicate their lives to Allah the very moment they awaken. From memorized occasional prayers to elaborate daily rituals, devout Muslims are steeped in remembrance of Allah and performance of Islamic traditions. The adhan calls the Muslims, resonates within them, rallies them, and brings them together in unified prostration before Allah.

To the alien observer, it might seem that the adhan is the very thing that rends the night sky, separating dark from day, infusing life into the Muslim lands and people.

It is no surprise, then, that Muslims use the adhan not just to awaken one another for the day but also to awaken one another into life. It is a hadith, a tradition of the prophet Muhammad, that every Muslim child should hear the adhan at birth. When I was born, my father softly spoke the adhan into my ear, echoing the words that his father had whispered to him twenty-eight years earlier. They were the first words ever spoken to me, in accordance with tradition.

My family has always paid particular attention to following the hadith. We are Qureshi, after all, and the Qureshi are the tribe of Muhammad. When I was old enough to realize the prestige of our name, I asked my father if we inherited it from the Prophet.

"Abba, are we the real Qureshi, like Muhammad [??]?"

He said, "Jee mera beyta," Urdu for "Yes, my son." "Muhammad [??] had no sons who survived childhood, but we are descendants of Hazrat Umar." Umar was one of the four khalifas, the men that Sunnis consider the divinely guided successors of Muhammad. Our lineage was noble indeed; it's no wonder my family was proud of our heritage.

When my father left Pakistan in the 1970s, love for his family and heritage was his motivation. He was driven to provide a better life for his parents and siblings. When he came to the United States, he joined the navy at the instruction of his older brother. As a seaman, he sent money from every paycheck back home, even when it was all he had. It would be a few years before he briefly returned to Pakistan, once his marriage to my mother had been arranged.

Ammi, my mother, had also lived a life devoted to her family and her religion. She was the daughter of a Muslim missionary. Her father, whom I called Nana Abu, had moved to Indonesia with her mother, Nani Ammi, shortly after their marriage to invite people to Islam. It was there that my mother was born, followed by her three sisters. With Nani Ammi working to help support the family and Nana Abu often absent on mission, my mother had a large role in raising her younger siblings and teaching them the way of Islam.

At the age of ten, Ammi returned to Pakistan with her siblings and Nani Ammi. The community received her family with great respect for dutifully performing the call of missionaries. Since Nana Abu was still an active missionary in Indonesia and returned to Pakistan only on furlough, Ammi's caretaking role in the home intensified. Ultimately she had five siblings to manage and care for, so although she graduated at the top of her undergraduate class and was offered a scholarship for medical school, she declined the offer. Nani Ammi needed the help at home, since she invested much of her day volunteering as a secretary at the local jamaat offices.

Nani Ammi herself had spent virtually all her life sacrificing in the way of Islam. Not only was she the wife of a missionary but, like Ammi, she had also been the child of a missionary. She was born in Uganda, where her father served as a physician while calling people to Islam. Raised as a missionary child, transitioning into the role of missionary wife, and living her last able years serving the jamaat, she had garnered great respect and prestige from the community. Through it all, Nani Ammi was perhaps Ammi's greatest role model, and Ammi wanted nothing more than to carry on the legacy through a family of her own.

And so, though I did not know it at the time, the man who whispered the adhan into my ears was a self-sacrificial, loving man who bore the noble name of Qureshi. The woman who looked on was a daughter of missionaries, an experienced caretaker with an ardent desire to serve Islam. I was their second child, their firstborn son. They were calling me to prayer.



I LIVED A VERY PROTECTED CHILDHOOD, physically, emotionally, socially, and otherwise ineffably. I was sheltered in ways I am still trying to comprehend. The few scars I have from those days are all physical, results of minor mishaps, and they come with vivid memories. The largest scar—no more than two inches, mind you—was from an open window that fell on my hand when I was three. That day is emblazoned on my mind because of what I learned about my mother's faith.

At the time, Abba was stationed in Norfolk, Virginia. He was in his eleventh year with the navy, having spent the past few working by day and studying by night for a master's degree. After officer commissioning school, he was promoted from petty officer first class to lieutenant junior grade, and he was deployed shortly afterward. Of course, I didn't know much of that at the time. All I knew was that Abba worked hard for us, and though I never felt a lack of love, I didn't get to see him as much as I wanted.

Ammi, on the other hand, was an ever-present ballast and encouraging influence in our lives. She always seemed able to do everything. From making our food to preparing our clothes to teaching us the aqeedah, she never seemed to fatigue or complain. She had only two hard and fast rules for her sanity: no whining after nine o'clock at night and no interrupting her while she was drinking chai, which she did quite often.

When we had visitors, she exemplified the highest caliber of hospitality, considering it an honor to receive and serve our guests. More food would be prepared than the visitors could hope to eat, the house would be cleaner than the day it was built, our clothes would be crisply pressed, and our calendar would be cleared for the day of the visit and the next, in case the guests chose to stay. It was normal for us when she deeply apologized for the lack of food and our unkempt appearances anyway. It was part of the protocol. The guests knew to assure Ammi that they had not had such wonderful food in years, that homes in heaven couldn't be much cleaner, and that her children were role models for theirs. At this, everyone would be quite content: the guests for being so honored, Ammi for being so praised, and we kids, just for being mentioned in grown-up conversation.

Sometimes the guests would stay with us for months at a time, Ammi's hospitality and diplomacy never waning. When I consider the array of people who stayed at our home, two of the most prominent are Nani Ammi and her older sister, whom we called Mama. Mama was a delightful woman, a big heart with a big laugh in a tiny body. She was always ready to play board games with me, unending in her patience for three-year-olds and always willing to look the other way when I cheated.

On the day of the mishap, Mama was at our home. She and Ammi were upstairs, and I was playing with my Hot Wheels, little toy cars that Ammi would buy me so I would stop annoying her in grocery stores. Baji, my older sister, and I had a mutual understanding. She would play with me and my Hot Wheels if I played with her and her My Little Pony collection. She'd choose the cars she wanted, and I'd pick the ponies I wanted. I chose my ponies brazenly, spending the rest of my time convincing Baji that I had picked the best one. She'd always pick the Lamborghini, and I'd spend the rest of my time convincing her that the Pontiac I was left with was better.

Baji had just finished playing with my Hot Wheels and had gone to get the ponies while I continued playing with my Pontiac, racing it along the floor and in between the couches. I looked up and saw the window, the kind that slides up to open. On a whim, I decided it was time for the Pontiac to crash. I raced the car along the windowsill with a gust of finality and slammed it against the pane.

To this day, I cannot recall the window actually coming down. I just remember the piercing pain, the immense amount of blood, and my scream for Ammi amid gasping sobs. And I recall what happened next.

When Ammi came downstairs and saw the accident, she almost began to cry herself, but in the very next instant she stayed her emotions. Being a navy wife, she had learned to play the roles of both mother and father, and now was not the time for tears. She chose instead to act swiftly and give her fear to Allah.

She raised the window, wrapped my hand in a towel, and deftly donned her burqa. Leaving Baji under Mama's care, Ammi lifted me into the car to take me to the clinic. The whole way there, Ammi recited du'aa. She offered du'aa from portions of the Quran, from sections of hadith she had memorized, and by impromptu prayers of her own. Her dependence on the sovereign care of Allah gave her strength, firmed her resolve, and allayed her fears.

When we arrived at the clinic, I had a rude introduction to the concept of stitches. The doctor tried to dismiss Ammi so she would not have to watch, but I refused to be separated from her. As they stitched my hand, Ammi continued to pray audibly, indifferent to the questioning looks of the doctors and nurses. American Muslims were not common in those days, much less a naval officer's Muslim wife who was wearing a full burqa and murmuring aloud in Arabic and Urdu.

Her resolute du'aas and her steadfast reliance upon Allah, even in the face of a screaming child and judging eyes, was a testimony of her faith that I have never forgotten. Throughout the rest of my childhood, she taught me many du'aas from the Quran and hadith, and I guarded them close to my heart because I knew their power. I had seen them strengthen her in a time of fear and need, and that left a mark on me far deeper than any physical scar.



AS I GREW, I felt like my family and I never really fit in with the people around us. I have always felt disheartened thinking about it. Aside from the Islamic traditionalism, my life was a mix of 1980s cartoons, plastic toys, and temper tantrums. I should have fit in with the other boys just fine. Unfortunately, people are afraid of what they do not know, and my Muslim heritage was a deterrent for many would-be friends and their families. I was very lonely.

What made it even worse was that the navy moved my family fairly regularly. We never had time to develop any roots. Most of my early memories are snapshots of either moving out of a house, traveling to a new one, or settling in and learning to call a new place "home." But these memories are still dear to me, and I vividly remember, for instance, our move when it was time to leave Virginia.

As strangers took our furniture, I stood by the screen door on the front porch crying. I cried inconsolably, not understanding who these men were or what I had done to deserve this fate, but Ammi was there to comfort me. True, she chuckled at times, and I do remember some teasing when my favorite chair was taken away by a stranger. But I also remember her consoling caress and her comforting voice.

"Kya baat hai?" she asked, as she took my face into her hands and drew it close in embrace. "Kya baat hai, mera beyta?" "What's the matter, my son?"

"They took the chair! The one with strawberries!"

"And is the chair more important to you than your Ammi? I'm still here. And so are Abba and Baji. Allah has given you everything! What more do you need, Billoo?" Billoo was the nickname that only my parents used for me, and they used it specifically when they wanted to express their love. They rarely said "I love you" directly; that is too crass for traditional Pakistani ears. Love is implicit and understood, expressed through provision by the parents and obeisance by children.

That implicitness is one reason why a child's obedience is paramount in Muslim culture. In my teen years, Ammi would often reprimand my obstinacy by saying, "What good is it to tell me you love me when you don't do what I say?" Later still, when I was considering following Jesus, I knew I was contemplating the one choice that would be far and away the greatest disobedience. Not only would my parents feel betrayed, they would be utterly heartbroken.

But at the sheltered age of four, heartbreak and family strife were the farthest things from my mind. I just wanted my strawberry chair back.

When everything was packed and we were ready for our journey, Abba gathered the family and said, "Let's pray." I raised my cupped hands to waist level, copying Ammi and Abba. We all prayed silently, asking Allah for a safe and swift journey.

When we finally arrived at Abba's new duty station, we were in Dunoon, Scotland. Looking back, I still feel like Dunoon was my first real home. It wasn't that I built any friendships at school or that I knew many boys in the neighborhood—even the strawberry chair went missing in the move—it was that I grew closer with my family and deeper in my faith during those years. I had my Ammi, Abba, and Baji. I did not need anything besides them.



BY THE TIME I ARRIVED IN SCOTLAND, I had not yet learned English well. We always spoke Urdu at home, and if we were going to learn any script, it would be Arabic. The reason for this was simple: the Quran was written in Arabic, and it was imperative that Baji and I learn to recite it.

Muslims believe that every single word of the Quran was dictated verbatim by Allah, through the Archangel Gabriel, to Muhammad. The Quran is therefore not only inspired at the level of meaning but at the deeper level of the words themselves. For this reason, Muslims do not consider the Quran translatable. If it is rendered in any language other than Arabic, it is not Quran but rather an interpretation of the Quran. A book can be a true Quran only if written in Arabic.

This is why it is such an important belief for Muslims that the Quran has always been exactly the same—word for word, dot for dot. Imams and teachers regularly declare that the Quran was perfectly preserved, unchanged from the moment Muhammad heard it from Gabriel and dictated it to his scribes. Of course, Muhammad had nothing to do with composing the Quran; he was simply the conduit of its revelation to mankind, and he dutifully preserved its exact form. Had he not, and had the words been even slightly altered, the Quran would be irretrievably lost. But such a tainting of the words was unfathomable. No one doubted the perfect transmission of the Quran. The words must be perfect.

In fact, the emphasis on the words themselves leads many Muslims to neglect the meaning of those words. Muslims who recite the Quran regularly are regarded as pious, whereas Muslims who only contemplate the meaning of the Quran are regarded as learned. Piety is the greater honor, and most Muslims I knew growing up could recite many chapters of the Quran from memory, but rarely could they explain the meaning or context of those verses.


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Table of Contents

Foreword by Lee Strobel
Chapter 1: Internal Conflict
Chapter 2: Born into Islam
Chapter 3: Teenage Da’wah
Chapter 4: Testing the New Testament
Chapter 5: Who’s Jesus? Whose Jesus?
Chapter 6: The Cross: A Pivotal Point
Chapter 7: Theological Contention
Chapter 8: Muhammah: Prophet or Pretender?
Chapter 9: Qur’an: Furgan or Forgery?
Chapter 10: Turning to God
Chapter 11: God’s Call
Chapter 12: The Word Comes Alive

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Dr. Qureshi’s book Seeking Allah, Finding Jesus offers the fascinating story of the conversion of a sincere young Ahmadiyya man who tried his best to seek Allah and eventually fell in love with Christ. I trust that this book can be a powerful encouragement for all Christians to pray for many Muslims to find Jesus Christ. -- Mark Gabriel, , Author and former lecturer, University of Cairo

Fresh, striking, highly illuminating, and sometimes heartbreaking, Qureshi’s story is worth a thousand textbooks. It should be read by Muslims and all who care deeply about our Muslim friends and fellow-citizens. -- Dr. Os Guinness, , Author and social critic

Nabeel Qureshi’s story is among the most unique two or three testimonies that I have ever heard. Add to this the fact that I knew Nabeel quite well while he was still a Muslim, having visited with and spoken to him several times during his search for the one true God. His quest brought together several exceptional features: a very bright mind, extraordinary sincerity, original research, and a willingness to follow the evidence trail wherever it took him. His search led to the cross and to Jesus Christ, who was resurrected from the dead. -- Gary R. Habermas, , Distinguished Research Professor, Liberty University

Nabeel describes the yearning in the hearts of millions of Muslims around the world. This book is a must-read for all seeking to share the hope of Christ with Muslims. -- Fouad Masri, , President and CEO, Crescent Project

This book gives westerners a glimpse of the richness of family and love in a devout Muslim home; it is an enviable picture of respect, devotion, and society. But Christians and Muslims alike are told stories about their religions when they are young, while few have ever personally researched the writings of their founding fathers to assess the validity that undergirds their respective faiths. In his personal quest to know the truth, Nabeel Qureshi paves the way for an analytical study of the faiths, dissecting the Christian and Islamic arguments, specifically citing numerous Islamic hadith and early Christian texts, so that the reader can see a logical progression to the analyses. But it is also a deeply personal heart-wrenching and tear-evoking saga of the life of a young Muslim growing up in the West, a gripping biography that is impossible to put down. In the end, many people of faith will agree: Nabeel Qureshi needs our prayers. God bless this young man for his boldness, and we pray for his protection. -- James M. Tour, , Professor of Chemistry, Computer Science, Mechanical Engineering, Rice University

For anyone seeking understanding of their Muslim neighbors or colleagues, this is a book to read. We go on a journey from the inside out. We are introduced to the depth of spirituality, the love and honor of family, and the way a person “sees” and “feels” in a devout Muslim home. This is profound book that skillfully shows the core differences between the gospel and Islamic claims. I highly recommend it. -- Dr. Stuart McAllister, , Regional Director The Americas, Ravi Zacharias International Ministries

Seeking Allah, Finding Jesus is an urgently needed book with a gripping story. It reaches both East and West, teaching Christians about Islam from an insider’s perspective and helping Muslims understand the love and truth of Jesus. Nabeel Qureshi masterfully argues for the Gospel while painting a beautiful portrait of Muslim families and heritage, avoiding the fear-mongering and finger-pointing that are all too pervasive in today’s sensationalist world. I unreservedly recommend this book to all. ---It will feed your heart and mind, while keeping your fingers turning the page! -- Josh McDowell, , Author and Speaker

Nabeel Qureshi is a medical doctor by training with two master’s degrees in biblical studies and further academic work on the horizon. He first began to study the Bible in order to challenge it and, incredibly, came to know Jesus as a result. In my many travels, I have seldom seen such genuine intellect combined matched with passion. I am thrilled to see his unique and gripping story in print and know that you will be encouraged and profoundly challenged by it as well. This is truly a “must-read book” for our times, as diverse worldviews each must face the test of truth. -- Ravi Zacharias, , Author and Speaker

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TomGTC More than 1 year ago
Born into a Muslim family, Nabeel Qureshi traveled a sometimes troubling, always deeply challenging -- and in the end, joyful -- personal and intellectual journey to Christian conviction. Friendship and family both figure prominently in his story, from his early years of close family and faith connections, through his high school years of becoming a third-culture Muslim-American, and into his college friendship with a Christian friend who stuck with him closer than a brother. Friendship alone, however, would not have dislodged him from his Muslim roots; he makes that abundantly clear. He had to be convinced that Christianity was true, which meant facing the formerly (to him) unthinkable question of whether Islam wasn't. Thus alongside his paths of family and friendship there is an intersecting one of deep intellectual inquiry -- and in the end, spiritual discovery. He wrote the story well, and in these paths he traveled, there's something there that can speak to everyone. I give this book my highest recommendation.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is a great book on a number of levels. I read the whole the day book the day I got it, it's a page turner. 1) Well written The book isn't hard to understand or written at a level to high for most readers. It should be easy for most people to read. Plus it is really interesting. I knew much of Nabeel's story when I read the book and still found it hard to put down. Also Nabeel writes with a lot of humor making it a pleasant read. 2) Informative This book really helped me to understand Islam in a way that reading lots of other material has not. This is because the book is really a short autobiography. So you understand how Nabeel thought growing up in Islam. Also you get a good outlay of arguments used Islam. As Nabeel challenges others and is challenged you get to see how many Muslims think and approach truth. Which is fascinating. 3) Inspiring After reading the book, it is hard not to come away inspired. God works in amazing ways through fallible people to soften hearts. Reading this drove home the importance to me of seeking God first and then doing what he says. I really couldn't recommend the book more highly
Julie08 More than 1 year ago
Excellent story. It helps us westerners understand the traditions of a Muslim family under the Islam. Inspiring how Dr. Qureshi challenges all about Christianity in order to keep embracing what he believe in, Islam. I have seen several of his conferences, and it is very inspiring. He puts in all he speaks of the Christian faith the passion he learned from Islam. We should learn from him and really fall in love with Jesus. I pray for him and his parents! I am recommending this book to all my friends and family. Thanks Dr,. Quereshi for sharing with the world your experience. You are a brave man!! God bless you!
nookreader1248 More than 1 year ago
Very good and well written. Amazing how God seeks out a person who is really seeking Him
txbkwrm50 More than 1 year ago
I really loved this book. It is clearly written and doesn't hesitate to deal with difficult issues. It explains the process by which a devout Muslim came to the Chritian faith. It encouraged me, as a christian, to look deeper into my own faith and be prepared to give a reason for the hope i have.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Even better that the author discovered the love our Lord has for us. Pray for our Cristian brethen caught in the Islamic world that our Lord will protect them thru theses horid times.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Qureshi writes an intellectual and yet, emotionally stirring account of his intellectual,religious and cultural journey. This book was fascinating as it dealt with so many deep personal and religious beliefs and asked the hard hitting questions that few are willing to wrestle. I found my mind challenged and my compassion heightened by this man's struggle to find truth and understand who God really is regardless of the personal cost.
Bettygboop More than 1 year ago
I found this book to be an exceptional book.  I could hardly put it down.  It open my eyes as to how and why Muslims think and act the way they do.  It also showed me how to have a conversation with them concerning Christ and the Holy Bible.  But most of all being able to defend the Gospel with facts and in love.
Dame_Edyth More than 1 year ago
This story was of great encouragement to me, as I see honest-hearted Muslims seeking the truth about Jesus and Christianity. I liked the way he presented the story of his mental journey in chronological order, with teasers along the way. I appreciated also that he documented the facts that led to each shift in his thinking.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Very educational on the Muslim Faith, and very emotional for a Christian believer.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Seeking Allah, Finding Jesus, clearly explains the differences between Islam and Christianity. The reader becomes involved in the intellectual pursuit of verifying what beliefs are true. The author has included many quotations from scholars that have researched this subject.
Minnesota_ReaderAN More than 1 year ago
Fascinating reading and very interesting. Easy to read and hard to put down, this book is an honest and transparent look at the path the author took to come to the realization that Jesus is truly the Messiah. Not only will the reader learn about the author's life, his upbringing in Islam and the objections Islam has to Christianity but in the process the reader will find that he is learning something about their own faith as well. Great for any person interested in apologetics, understanding and defending your beliefs.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was an exceptional book!  I finished it in less than two days because it is so interesting and truly a page-turner.  It provided so much insight into the Muslim faith and Nabeel's honest pursuit of truth.  I would highly recommend this book to anyone exploring or curious about Christianity, especially Muslims who wonder what Christians believe.  I'd also highly recommend it to Christians that are curious about Islam.  
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is the best way to learn about another culture. There is such feeling here. Really loved this book. If I could give it a 10 I would!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A very well-written, insightful book. It is clear that a lot of research, and soul-searching went into the writing of it. I want to thank the author for his encouragement, and honesty, in seeking the Ultimate Truth.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Nabeel's account of an almost idyllic childhood, his close relationship with his parents, and his transparency about his search for truth made this easy to read, and hard to put down. The real pain and personal sacrifice that he experienced from embracing Christ as his Savior was agonizing and inspiring at once.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
So well written I couldn't put it down . Well organized story of the transition of a believer in Islam,and all that entails both in theology and culture moving toward the truth of Christianity . A must read for Christians hoping to begin to connect with Muslims and capably defend the faith .
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Exceptional by every standard.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was an interesting story by a convert to Christianity, I hope he has found his religious home
fashionatalie More than 1 year ago
This was a fascinating account of a devout Muslim, Nabeel Qureshi, finding Jesus and his strenuous path to acceptance. I have had the pleasure of hearing Nabeel speak with Dr. Ravi Zacharias, both great thinkers with great hearts. Nabeel's serious, intellectual struggles are thoroughly explored, a great read for those who have a theology background. I did want the "Wow" moments to stand on their own instead of being bogged down in lengthy explanations sometimes.  I stayed up waaaaaay past my bedtime to finish this one, though, a good sign. The second I was done with this book a friend nabbed it from me to borrow, another good sign.  I would definitely recommend it to anyone, just beware that it’s a bit intellectual and not light reading for the beach by any means. That doesn’t mean you should shy away—instead, jump right in. Learn how to better pray and make friendships that open doors. Nabeel, while an incredibly smart writer, is also warm and welcoming and won’t leave you hanging as a reader. In the end, Nabeel has to come to grips with what he is studying and what God is laying on his heart…despite the consequences that still haunt him. What a story! (Dislosure: I received a complementary copy of this book from the BookLook Bloggers program). 
Anonymous 15 days ago
Why did amazing read-we have a good friend a young Muslim man in college his family has rejected him due to his more western lifestyle-attempting to understand the situation I found this book. A book for our times - opened my eyes to much that I did not understand.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Could not put this book down! A must read for people of all faiths.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Nabeel was a very intelligent truth seeker & this book contains his powerful story of journeying from Islam to Christianity. “There are simply too many barriers for Muslim immigrants to understand Christians & the West by sheer circumstance. Only the exceptional blend of love, humility, hospitality, & persistence can overcome these barriers, & not enough people make the effort.” This book is a great resource for people who are trying to figure out how to talk to their Muslim neighbor about Jesus, (which should start with your friendship) but also has great apologetics information that any Christian should know. “...I thought I had known Him my entire life, but now that I knew who He really was, there was no comparison. Nothing compares to the one true God.”
AshleyMontgomery More than 1 year ago
The third edition of the New York Times bestseller Seeking Allah Finding Jesus written by Nabeel Qureshi released August 21, 2018. I have been honored and blessed to serve on the launch team for this book as well as Answering Jihad: A Better Way Forward and No God But One: Allah or Jesus? All of his books are extraordinary and I highly recommend them. What makes this book extra special is the bonus content, including an afterword by Mark Mittelberg and a section by Michelle Qureshi, Nabeel's wife. They are touching and powerful. Some things we encounter in this world are just different than everything else. You can tell that God has breathed on it. Nabeel's books are in that category. It is extraordinary the way that this book is written. Candid, thought-provoking, emotional. Nabeel's testimony has been and will continue to be a light to all those seeking the truth about who God really is. Nabeel's legacy will impact generation after generation. Pick up your copy today and I promise you will be awed at what you discover. I received a complimentary copy of this title from its publisher in exchange for my honest review.