…according to some.
I’m probably a lot of things but what I know for sure (amongst other things) is that I’m a free spirited person. No matter how difficult it might be at times, I try to meet my fellow human beings with a judgement free attitude and respect. Respect for their beliefs, opinions and other aspect they bring to the table.
Now, I know that religion can be a touchy subject for some. But I find it interesting and fascinating to talk about, explore and even challenge. You’re probably curious to what kind of religion I’ve devoted myself to? Well, I would like to say none but the honest answer would be ‘I’m not sure’.
I was told my father was a Muslim but I’ve never met the man (not that I can remember) so he hasn’t had any influence on me in that department or any other. My mother on the other hand, well, her beliefs and religion background is a bit confusing. She claims to be a Muslim (being born and raise in a Muslim country) but looking at her or even talking to her one would never guess that. I’ve never been pressured into believing in Islam, I don’t even think religion has ever been a subject or a discussion between me and my mother. I’ve lived my life like any other children/teens my age growing up – doing, eating, wearing whatever that felt right for me.
Growing up, my view on religion (any religion really) could be put in one sentence “the cause of all problems”. I guess, one can say that I have a love-hate relationship with the whole idea behind religion. I don’t believe in one particular ‘God’. I’m not even sure if I believe there’s such a thing as a God. But what I do feel is that there’s something out there greater than humanity. I sometimes call it ‘the universe’. I see myself as more of a spiritual person rather than religious (and no, it’s not the same!).
I’ve met and had (still have) religious friends (most of them who are Christian), but that’s beside the point. What I find somewhat amusing (and quite shocking!) at times is their view and opinion on my afterlife and the way I choose to live this life – my life. According to some (friends), I’ve lived a sinful life by:
- Not devoting my life to ‘the big man upstairs’
- Drinking alcohol and partying
- Having sex before marriage
- Living with a man before marriage
- Having a child out of wedlock
- Choosing not to baptize my children
- Continuing to drink (and maybe party) on occasionally
Wow, I’m really living life on the wild side! I guess, they are entitled to their opinion?! I mean, It’s nice of them to care about my afterlife but really, hell? And how does this hell look like?
In their defense is not as if they want me to go to hell, but it’s just the way things are and plus it’s written in the bible.
Wait a minute, I thought we were all God’s children, that’s written in the bible, right? But how can I automatically go to hell, if I don’t believe in their religion/God? Don’t they have somewhere else for none-believers?
Now for me religion (especially Islam and Christianity) brings more questions than answers but at the same time, I’m curious to what makes someone believe so deeply in religious beliefs. Moreover, how can someone know for sure what the big man’s intentions are for the human race?
My issue with religion is that it leaves too much room for interpretations, and with seven billion people on this planet, there’s bound to be disagreements and conflicts.
I believe that religion is something private but I have no issues with discussing or/and talking about any God (yours or theirs), or even be invited to religious events. I may even listen and at times accept religious advice. But as soon as the whole situation turns into lecture, judgements and finger-pointing that’s when I start questioning and evaluate your intentions and character.
If there’s a God, I would like to think that he or she is forgiving and doesn’t give a rats a** if I’ve given the milk for free (and enjoyed it), drank some “happy juice” now and then. And even had a child out of wedlock – that child is loved either way.
IF there’s a God, I choose to believe that he or she would welcome me (in heaven!) with open arms!
I guess my point is that religion is not necessarily a bad thing; I respect and accept that there are those who believe in something different from me. All I ask in return is the same courtesy.