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“When you accept Islam, you don’t cease to be the person you were before in your identity and culture,’ he told me. ‘The only thing that Islam does is make you stronger in your identity in terms of actualising your personality, and in understanding who you are, what you’re supposed to do and what the purpose and meaning of your life is.”

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Book:From MTV to Mecca: How Islam Inspired My Life
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From MTV to Mecca: How Islam Inspired My Life

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Kristiane Backer
Kristiane Backer

Kristiane Backer, born on December 13, 1965, is a German television presenter. She is best known for her role in the popular German television game show 'Wetten dass..?', which has gained her widespread popularity. Backer has won the hearts of viewers with her friendly personality and passion for the game. more

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