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ISLAMEXPOSED
 THE REAL ISLAM EXPLAINED BY TWO PERSONS WITH TOTALLYDIFFERENT BACKGROUNDS
I was born, 7 pounds and healthy.My parents glowed and were at their happiest. A perfect moment.After 3 months I watched my hands and learned about movement.After 5 months I got curious about my surroundings and movedobjects with my hand.After 12 months I could sit up and I could respond to my ownname. I also copied some of my parents actions.After 17 months I could walk independently and enjoyed listeningto music and words.Step by step I discovered this beautiful world.My parents had no religion. Naturally I did not follow a religionmyself. A godless life, seeking only earthly materialistic pleasures.My parents were very wealthy. My mom was chef in a restaurantand my dad a lawyer. I could have everything I wanted if I askedfor it.
 
At the age of 12 I started high school. The years to come wouldpractically go like this: Gossiping, forming groups, being a racist,occasionally disrespecting my parents and others that loved me.Dating girls, go clubbing, drinking alcohol and the list goes on. Iwas the most popular and handsome guy at school, but inside Imust have been the most depressing. I was missing something inlife, but I did not know what it was. I wore myself out and had nofear of life or death. Especially death was never on my mind. Inmy mind, life was forever.I wasn’t aware that my life could end at any moment. And whatwould happen if I died was never on my mind. I never knew atthat time how lucky I was. I had a loving family and a good life.At the age of 15 my parents didn’t know what to do with me. There was nothing stopping me. The only one who could stop thisself-destruction was me. One time my aunt, that hadn’t seen mefor 5 years, was shocked to see what I’ve become. She had a chatwith me to try to change my behavior. I acted as if I was listeningto her just to get her away from me as soon as possible. But therewas one thing I did catch and it struck me.She said ‘I will not and cannot change you, because society hasnothing to say against you and your behavior. All of the thingsyou’re doing are being promoted. You are the only one who canchange yourself and you should only do it for yourself. Youdeserve it’Such simple words and logic seemed very odd to hear. After sheleft I cried my heart out. I was hurting myself without knowing it. This was the moment I knew I had to change my life. The onlyproblem was I didn’t know where to begin.I noticed I started talking to God in my room before going to bed. That was strange, because I’ve always lived a life where Godwasn’t on my mind. This must be what people call ‘fitrah’.
 
I asked for guidance, signs, peace of mind, a major change and ameaning in life. There was this girl in my history class who was a Christian. Shenever openly talked about her religion, but she always wore across.I knew other religious people at my school and they were mostlyvery disciplined and satisfied with their lives. I used to make funof them with my friends. But to think of it, I was secretly jealous of them. The name of the Christian girl was Laura. I asked her about Godand about Christianity. She told me that God loves me and that Ishould accept Jesus (pbuh) as my savior and to acknowledge thathe is the son of God.We had many debates about Christianity. About the many sects of it, about that there are so many versions of the Bible and aboutthe divinity of Jesus (pbuh) . My heart and mind told me Godexists, but it was not okay for me that he has a son. I could alsonot believe that Jesus (pbuh) died for my sins. My sins are for meto bear and for no one else. And I also did not believe in theconcept of original sin. Every time I looked at a baby, so beautiful,so pure, my mind just tells me that it couldn’t be true. She toldme to read the Bible and she said that she had the latest version. This was already an indication that it was nothing for me. But I didtry to read the Bible. The ‘according to Luke etc.’ bits did not feelgood to me. It reminded me of gossips. If someone told me agossip, I could never say it the same to another person.Eventually there were many different versions of a gossip. The original formation of the Bible also didn’t feel good. SomeGospels weren’t even chosen to be in the Bible. I wondered why. There were also too many contradictions and the Trinity wasunexplainable.
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