After these few months, I found myself cornered by my friend’s arguments and then a wild, blasphemous thought occurred to me: There actually is no god.
I’m curious about this—how did it actually happen? Was the convincing gradual? Was it something you always sort of knew, but couldn’t admit to yourself?
There’s no question that the convincing was gradual. Deep inside, I sensed something was wrong with Islam and god, but obviously I didn’t even try to investigate this. If I encountered something that didn’t make sense, I magically rationalised it away (which was very often). Funnily enough, before this discussion with my friend, I always considered myself an open-minded Muslim (I snort at this now, because it was a mere delusion), but when my friend brought reason to the table, I naturally became defensive. This defensiveness slowly, but surely, turned into silence. He made far too much sense, time and time again. The dawn of realisation that god didn’t exist, however, was sudden. And it makes me smile thinking back to that moment :)
Very interesting, thanks for sharing!
I’m curious about this—how did it actually happen? Was the convincing gradual? Was it something you always sort of knew, but couldn’t admit to yourself?
There’s no question that the convincing was gradual. Deep inside, I sensed something was wrong with Islam and god, but obviously I didn’t even try to investigate this. If I encountered something that didn’t make sense, I magically rationalised it away (which was very often). Funnily enough, before this discussion with my friend, I always considered myself an open-minded Muslim (I snort at this now, because it was a mere delusion), but when my friend brought reason to the table, I naturally became defensive. This defensiveness slowly, but surely, turned into silence. He made far too much sense, time and time again. The dawn of realisation that god didn’t exist, however, was sudden. And it makes me smile thinking back to that moment :)