When I was Muslim, I saw Jesus as a prophet, honorable, but limited. A man who ate, slept, bled, and felt pain? That seemed like weakness to me.
Allah was transcendent, distant, majestic beyond human frailty. Why would God lower Himself? I defended it fiercely, prayed the salahs, fasted Ramadan, and pushed away any doubts.
But something shifted. The cross started making sense. A God who doesn't just command from above, but steps into our mess. Hungry in the desert, weeping over Lazarus, nailed to wood for us. Not a distant ruler demanding perfection, but a loving Father who became the sacrifice Himself.
From tawhid to the Trinity, from fear to grace. Alhamdulillah for the journey that led me to the real Lamb of God.