I had a troubling child hood. I was born in the projects and my father left when I was three. My brother molested me at the age of five. I attempted suicide at the age of eight. My step dad physically abused me. The abuse was so severe; God blocked it from my memory. The brother that molested me committed suicide at the age of only 23 and my lungs collapsed twice. With all of the stress and the drama, I broke down and was hospitalized 6 times with a misdiagnosis of paranoid schizophrenia. During the hospitalization I was crying deeply. I remember riding in my fiancés car and out of nowhere it felt like someone was controlling my thoughts and I heard, “Forgive yourself.” I knew this came from a higher power. I remember being told to take baby steps and then five years later I heard a millionaire say it on television and I almost fell out of my chair.
As I was walking through the hospital I had an overwhelming feeling that a movie was being made about my story and my family was getting my hair and makeup ready. Now 14 years later I own my own production company. I remember when I was 20, eight years before I broke down, I was dating a Baptist and I was raised Muslim. He told me that Jesus was the Son of God and I replied, “Jesus ain’t no son of God,” because in Islam we were taught that Jesus was just a prophet. But something in my spirit said differently. As a Muslim I read a little bit of Genesis, Matthew, and Revelations, and I remember God coming to Joseph in a dream so I knew it was possible for God to speak to us. Right before I went to bed I prayed and asked God, “Is Jesus the son of God?” and I went to sleep and in my dream Jesus came to me dressed in a white robe through my widow and said, “I am the son of God.” And then he left. I woke up knowing the truth about Jesus but I was still lost in understanding everything about Christianity. I was so stuck in my ways it didn’t dawn on me to study the bible. I hopped around from Church to Masjid trying to find God. When I would enter churches I was judged and spoke down on because I didn’t know the bible. When I went to Masjid’s I was put down because my hair wasn’t fully covered and they didn’t like the way I was dressed and I wasn’t learning anything to better myself. Finally 14 years after I started writing my book I meet my husband who is Christian and he revealed to me that the things I wrote in my book was also in the bible. I couldn’t believe it. I had to read for myself. I started reading the bible and everything I went through started making since so I got saved. I always felt my story needed to be told and writing a book was the best way I could do it. I wrote my first inspirational book, “Don’t Call Me Crazy! I’m Just in Love with God,” as a fiction inspired by my true story. I was first published in 2007 by Publish America. They did a great job on my book cover and helped me get my foot in the door. After my contract ended, I learned the most valuable lesson an author can learn, “Most publishers do not market books.” I felt that since I’m doing all the work, I should get all of the profit so I decided to self-publish under my own company.