A bookstore Muslim

I became a Muslim in a bookstore one afternoon, about ten years ago. I just happened to be wandering through the religious book section of the store when I idly pulled a copy of the Quran off the shelf and started flipping through it. As I began to read passages more carefully, I suddenly realized that I was holding a book that I had been seeking my entire life. My hands began shaking, tears spilled from my eyes, and when I turned to the front of the book and read the first surah, I knew I had found the faith that had been seriously missing in my life. Within a month, I had read the Quran at least ten times, and I still read it every night before going to bed. It has brought me more peace, success, and contentment than anything I've ever read or encountered in my life. When I look back on that day in the bookstore, I'm quite sure an angel was guiding my hand toward my first copy of the Quran.