It's funny. I met a Sufi (to those who don't know, that is a practitioner of one of many forms of Islamic mysticism) not so long ago, and after he got to know me, he told me I struck him as more Muslim than most of the Muslims he knew. I told him I hadn't prayed or fasted in years and I was pretty much never going to do pilgrimage. His reply was: "Muslims do those things to remind themselves they are Muslim. You don't seem to have ever forgotten."
I don't know about that, but it is an interesting introduction.
Losing one's faith, especially when you really, really don't want to lose it an intensely personal and cerebral event, so I'm not sure how well I can put it into words without oversimplifying, but I'll try. It's sort of like having a big, strong bully who wants your favorite toy just yank it from your hands no matter what you do. And you know the minute you see them exactly what is going to happen, and you can see it coming but you struggle and fight anyway even though it makes no difference.
I can only fairly tell you what I experienced, and not how things truly were.I teach English as a second language at a community college, and as many things as I am good at like literary analysis, making stealth snipers in FPS games, guessing business's hotspot passwords, and writing really long blog posts, bicultural people (or those in visibly marginalized groups) have at least one ability I simply lack. I would offer up that I'm better now (after fifteen years of being a writer) than I was when I was having a crisis of faith, but still rubbish compared to any one of them.
Me: Uh....no. Them: Yeah, I can see how that could work. |
Cultural paradox turns out to be common among those who have no choice, but for a white, heterosexual male living in Los Angeles during his early twenties, it was more than I could handle.
The more I understood Islam, the more I couldn't cope with that comprehension. Ideas like women's equality, LGBTQ+ equality, communities that struggled to simply exist, and even democracy crashed against Islam's foundational principles like unrelenting waves. Every day I read something about stoning adulterers, lashing people for premarital sex, or beating women for dressing too revealingly. One moment I particularly remember was reading–ironically, on the exact same day as some breaking research into the biological component of homosexuality–a saying of Muhammed that the punishment for homosexuality should be having a burning house collapsed on them or being thrown off a cliff. But then one of my friends chimed in that, well actually....it wasn't clear that anything should happen except for the prescribed flogging for pre-marital sex.
Yeah. That was the moderate stance: "You ONLY flog them!" I don't think people understood why I was starting to recoil.
(As a matter of record, let me point out at this point, that I do, in fact, realize that there are much more moderate schools of thought. I may have had a very different life if I'd run into them sooner rather than later.)
Or I would read Surah 4 of the Quran and then lie in bed at night staring at the ceiling while those deep seated values of equality my parents raised me with fought it out with what I thought then was God's will on the matter. Was God really telling physically stronger people to beat the weaker ones if they showed too much skin? Had He really had made men as the maintainers of women? Was a man marrying four women okay if women couldn't do the same. Why was men marrying Christians and Jews okay but women couldn't. Why could men have sex with slaves captured during war but women couldn't? Was women getting half the inheritance of men simply by virtue of being women really okay? Was there really some inherent total equity in all of this because "women don't ever have to work except on the housekeeping and child rearing" (cause, you know.... that's not *real* work)? Was I missing something?
Some nights back then I didn't get much sleep.
I took after Islam with the same obsessive intensity with which I take to so many things--a talent I would later apply to reading Robert Asprin books, memorizing MST3K lines, beating real time strategy games on their hardest setting, and player vs. player combat in World of Warcraft. I learned more than most of my Muslim friends in a few months. After only a year I was being invited to give a khutbah (that's the little talk before the Friday prayer) all over L.A. area almost every week, and I was teaching Sunday school to people who had been Muslim all their lives. (That's pretty weird on a number of levels.) And with that knowledge came both the awareness that people really weren't behaving anything like they were supposed to be behaving as well as increased ideological conflicts--conflicts that weren't going to go away by reading yet another scholar's commentary.
This cultural paradox affected me in an intensely pragmatic way as well. It seemed to me like I was never going to get married. My Muslim friends were largely very rich immigrants whose parents had fairly high levels of nationalism, materialism, and culturalism that were anathema to the spirit of Islam but didn't seem to create any cognitive dissonance within them. They would wonder about which sub-specialty of medical doctorate prospective husbands had. The very liberal ones would ask "Doctor or Engineer?" I actually had more than one conversation with middle aged men who had bought an ice cream store franchise or a small restaurant for their wives "to have something to do during the day" that went something like this: "Oh, it only generates fifty or sixty thousand dollars a year. Certainly not enough to live on."
Yeah, who could possibly live on so little?
On top of that there was this strange nationalism within the Muslim community. Syrians thought Syrians made the best Muslims and had the best form of Islam. Egyptians thought Egyptians made the best Muslims and had the best form of Islam. Pakistanis thought Pakistanis made the best Muslims. Malaysians: Malaysians. No one came out and said it (well...except the Saudis--they totally came right out and said it), but it was always there.
And since I wasn't any of those things, they all liked to share with me what the others did wrong. "Those barbarians do not care about the zabiha meat!" "Those fake Muslims do not care about the hijab!" "They are ignorant and do not care about the ilm (knowledge)." It's not really anything different than any immigrant community experiences when people carry their sense of national pride and their hope that their children marry someone from the old country. (Hopes that are fairly lax with sons but become rather....*ahem* strident when it comes to daughters, if you take my meaning.) I still see it today in my E.S.L. classes and it's not even necessarily a Muslim thing per se. "No no no," they say. "It's not that I think my culture is the best in an ethnocentric way. It's just better than any other culture and no one else will be marrying my little girl. Ever."
It's just that in the case of Islam there's an actual proscription from God against that sort of thing. One that is pretty cheerfully ignored.
I had left a life of high school dating to be Muslim, assuming that marriage would be something Muslims did as young as possible to protect them from a world of temptations. Not so much, it turns out. Not only did Muslim's marry later than most religious folks who cling to high levels of orthodoxy, they actually even tend to marry later than most other Americans (many waiting until after graduate or med school). And all these dads wanted to see their daughters hooked up with young men making six figure (minimum) who were from the same country as they were, and in many cases even the same part of the same country.
You see where this was going for this here white boy, right?
Pretty much the whole community had a big "You're Never Going to Get Married" stamp on it. I would even have these surreal conversations with dads. That basically went: "Man I feel for how hard this has got to be on you, and this community totally needs to step up and get over this 'dunya' (worldly) crap. They all pretty much suck. Not my daughter though. No fucking way it would ever be MY little girl."
Like...I had a clone of that conversation not a few times.
I couldn't deal with all the disparities around me between my thoughts and values, the Muslim community's thoughts and values, and the thoughts and values that seem to be evident within Islam--at least within a dogmatic interpretation. And my rationalist and liberal upbringing was battering at the defenses I'd constructed. I didn't have the ability to be both, to say "I don't like that part," or to take solace in lax interpretations of Islam. Most of the people I met thumped the Quran pretty hard about the stuff their culture cared about already, and shrugged when it came to the parts they were clearly ignoring. And I've always been an easy person to guilt (which is a different and also long story).
I once got asked to lead the Friday prayer for a group of middle aged guys in Lancaster. I quoted them about thirty verses on how rockstar awesome charity was and handful of sayings of Muhammed about how spartan the lifestyles of the leaders of Islam were. I called on them not to live such lives or even give up modern conveniences, but only to reduce the conspicuous consumption among their trappings of gross excess–like maybe trading their Benz or BMW for a Toyota or giving up their half a million dollar homes (in early 90's real estate prices) for something with one less bedroom. Think of how much direct charity they could do–like just pick a cause and go wild.
"Brother," one said to me afterward, "we don't really talk about these things."
I wasn't invited back.
To be fair.... Islam has a number of moderate and even liberal interpretations and even a rich history that closed the door on personal interpretation around the 10th century for very political reasons and many Muslims the world over recently been vociferously questioning that choice.
Further, the Muslim diaspora spans from Morocco to Malaysia with communities all over Earth. I came in contact with a minuscule fraction of a fraction of the Earth's BILLION or so Muslims, so I can only fairly tell you what I experienced, and not how things truly were. It's possible that beyond the L.A. area I could have found legions of lower middle class Muslims engaged wanton miscegenation who had a real keen sense for the paradox of Islamic expression within the U.S. and who could have talked a convert through his crisis of faith instead of basically giving me the advice of the "pray and fast" variety that amounts to telling someone with an aerodynamically unstable flying machine to "pedal faster."
For me, it became increasingly impossible to accept the watered down Islam because how could anyone accept something as the word of God and then proceed to ignore it? That made no sense. Either you believed or you didn't. I thought the people who claimed to be Muslim but substituted a personal morality when it suited them were the worst sort of hypocrites. I couldn't see Islam as a soft culture–a background radiation like secular Christendom is for so many in the US–but always as something steely and unyielding.
And you can probably imagine what a fucking ray of sunshine I must have been back then to be going through this at what was already the height of my emo phase. Any young woman who might have had liberal parents or been willing to butt heads with them because "I love him daddy!" was not exactly going to be dazzled by my clinical depression and overwrought judgmental bullshit.
I became sort of a self-fulfilling prophecy of rejection.
All of this collided in the spring of 1997 along with the divorce of my parents. They were irritated enough with my decisions, but also had their own shit to deal with. I think they just kind of forgot about me in the crossfire. And I didn't treat that like the huge thing it was. I thought I could just shrug and move on when actually it kind of ripped me apart.
It was pretty clear that I wouldn't be starting up my own family any time soon. (And despite what you may have heard Muslims aren't really big on cuddle parties or puppy piles.) Many of my student friends even went home on weekends and over vacations leaving me alone in our Westwood apartment about half the time (because for me, it wasn't parent-supplied student housing--I actually lived there). There were months--entire months--where I literally did not have even the human contact of a hug.
[Edit: I now know that this is actually something medical and clinical called "touch hunger."]
I went a little crazy.
I don't mean that in a cute, hyperbolic way. ("Oh wasn't that just a shit wacky time in Muslimville? Hahahaha!") I mean I genuinely broke. There were moments where if I had been put in front of a psychiatrist, I probably would have been "held for evaluation."
It was the only time in my life that I genuinely contemplated self harm for more than a couple of days at a time. Suicide was strictly against Islamic doctrine, but I started to dream about buying a one way ticket to some middle eastern country with a messed up dictator, grabbing a rock or stick or knife and just running towards the royal palace as fast as I could until someone holding a rifle shot me dead in the street and made me a martyr.
With subtle variations, I dreamed about that a lot, actually.
I dreamed about the way I would look up at the sky from a spreading pool of my own blood and smile, and all the self loathing and confusion and rejection and stark horrible loneliness would be over.
I idealized suicide by corrupt regime.
I couldn't honestly tell you what cracked first--my loneliness or my sense of moral dissociation. I remember moments of depression so severe I literally could not get out of bed; I would replay the middle part of Holst's Jupiter song over and over again and wish I could even nod to my roommate asking "Dude, are you okay?" I remember spending my nights at graveyard security walking my patrols while trying not to cry--often failing. I couldn't sleep and when I did I had terrible nightmares about aspects of my faith and personality literally personified as snarling monsters that were fighting each other and me trying to fight Satan with a pen for a weapon.
I couldn't hold an Islam-lite in my head. I couldn't handle the "real" version. (Remember, this was my experience, not some "truth.") My future prospects were negligible. No one wanted to deal with my "hardcore crap." I was utterly unweddable. I didn't really even have anyone to talk to who wasn't either telling me to "buck up little soldier" or "quit that silly Buddha crap." (I don't want to impugn anyone personally--they were doing their best and I don't think they knew I was actually in need of professional help.) I was praying to be killed basically every day. And the more I tried to double down and be a better Muslim, the more I didn't like the sexist, homophobic, misogynist I saw in the mirror.
And I can't underscore the non-touching thing enough. It wasn't even the celibacy that was killing me; it was the lack of touch. Now understand the psychological effects of a complete lack of oxytocin a little better, but at the time I just thought I was growing to hate everyone and everything. Which of course made me even more disagreeable about how I wasn't being handed the wife I was entitled to, and made things worse, which made me more disagreeable. (Seriously this is how MRA's get to be so fucked up.) Hope had abandoned me. Both ideologically and logistically my worlds seemed like magnets with the same poles. The harder I tried to press them together the more force with which they would fly apart.
When there is no alternative, folks learn to adapt to cultural paradox. But I had a choice.
Losing my faith was like being caught in a tunnel with a train coming. I could see it a mile away, but there wasn't a thing I could do about it. By the end I was running towards the train so there wouldn't be any chance my faith would be anything but a long red smear along the tracks.
I felt...like an absolute failure--like I had let everyone down. And yet that release was so sweet. So much of who I really was returned to focus. I felt like me again. I could get a hug, relate to people, maybe kiss a girl without first being a doctor or an engineer, and value ideals like equality and social justice again. (And look, let me underscore again this was a personal journey–today I know there are Muslims who value those things, even if they may have to break from formal Islamic jurisprudence to struggle for many of the same things.)
The worst part about it was that at that time in my life I look back upon as the most intensely spiritual and most beautiful of my life in a lot of ways. One of the reasons I'd fallen in love with Islam in the first place was the regimented spiritual connection. I could possibly pontificate about altered states of consciousness today, but the fact was at the time my perception was that I had a very spiritual connection to a higher power and I had intentionally severed it because I could not hold to the dogma. Having that wilt in my hands was like watching someone you love die of some wasting disease....that I had somehow infected them with.
I'm not sorry about what happened. It's possible that if I'd gotten married (or just gotten hugged) that my rougher thoughts may have been smoothed over to make way for slightly laxer substitutes that could coexist within Americana culture. Or it's possible that I would have found peace enough to carry on and found someone with whom I could really open up to about what was going on in my head. It's possible that with my outrageously over-inflamed sense of commitment and loyalty that--had I gotten married--I would have found a way to make two mutually exclusive ideas work. Or maybe just kept quiet about it. There are, of course, more liberalized Muslims out there. I just wasn't moving among them.
My life could have taken a very different turn.
However, I would also not be who I am today, and I like that person. I like his blazing sense of social equality–as imperfect as its expression may sometimes be. I like his snarky sense of humor. I like his contrary irreverence. I like that he is skeptical about the fantastic claims of those around him and that he looks critically at evidence whether it be to crystals or major world religions.
But the story didn't end there. I thought it did--for many years. But it turned out that God (for whatever value of "God" one is comfortable inserting into this metaphor) hadn't died at all. Just all the things that I thought about Him died. He turned out to have survived may crisis of faith, and was merely waiting for me.
There was a moment that happened years afterward. In the darkness of my faith and the height of my lament for losing that spiritual connection with Islam when I was reaching around for some sense of spiritual meaning, but intensely unable to deal with any form of dogma, (at a time when I was just beginning to understand that faith and dogma were separate things), I just happened to have gotten my hands on a copy of Babylon 5. A very personal spiritual character arc is defined when a certain character says "I have always been here." (You will either understand this reference perfectly, or explaining it further would be meaningless.)
I fell to bits.
I still can't watch that scene without losing it.
For the love of everything that is holy in the universe do NOT watch season 5. |
My faith wonders about universal souls and science fiction ideas like "the universe trying to figure itself out." It thinks a lot about placebos and the power of our minds to make things we believe in real. It has no proof of these things, so it does not claim them "true" or define them with anything as blunt or immutable as "faith" but it finds them comforting to think about. Yet even as it's doing this pontificating, it doesn't take on any endeavors as lofty as attempting to define the entirety of ultimate reality. It looks out across the wonders of the universe and thinks to itself "this is dazzling and spectacular and awe inspiring enough without trying to cram it into a single book to tell you what it all means. And if something I think of as ME ever figures it out–if 'I' ever do–it won't be in this form."
My thoughts delight in the vast open spaces of questions that they cannot answer, and the endless possibilities of a universe that somehow physically stretches out to the dawn of time, where a point of infinite light and energy once contained all consciousnesses that ever was and ever will be....after a fashion. (And if the universe trends towards disorder, would not that point have been perfectly ordered and contained all consciousness within itself? And would being a part of that not be, in some way, divine?) My thoughts do not try to explain, but delight in the images of iris pigmentation looking like galaxy cluster filaments. Maybe holy and profane are concepts we use to try to grasp at the edges of something we sense but do not yet fully understand.
And maybe we evolved as a species with a particularly strong need for social bonding that makes it difficult for us to outright reject the ardently held beliefs of so many around us, no matter how absurd they are. Such that it literally begins to rewire our brains to see "five lights."
Maybe I'll go the fully the other way. (Doubtful, but....) Maybe my Sufi friend was more right than he ever knew and there is still another chapter to be written. A chapter with a gentle return to Islam and a family and a softer form of the religion I insisted had to be coarse and difficult (because of course there are more liberal forms–of COURSE there are). One with spiritual connection and social justice.
Maybe.
There have been too many plot twists at this point for me to even think I have all the answers.
And yes, my faith still holds to the possibility that while it's looking out and feeling that wonder, perhaps there is something--something bigger than this tiny fleck of a world and one little mammal crawling around on its surface--that might be looking back.
I cried reading this. I think I needed to hear something like this, and I'm grateful that you wrote and posted it.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad that it helped you in some small way.
DeleteThank you.
DeleteThink that I would happen to read your blog post the 1st day of the new year. Hmmm, wonder what kind of message the universe is trying to deliver me :). First let me start by saying, I thoroughly enjoyed the honesty and the detailed account of your crisis. I have gone more or less through the same process, being born to non-practicing muslim parents and having walked by choice in and out both Islam and Catholicism. I do not know what to call my present day self, an agnostic, a spiritualist or an atheist. I went close to loosing it myself in the process of trying to make sense how what was preached should have been reflected in actions, and the way I lived them, it never happened neither with Islam or Catholicism. And that was the beginning of my crisis not to mention that whatever God was, or whomever of 'Them* was the best, they 'proved' to be either unwilling to deal with evil, or impotent. And I figured do I need a God like that?? Perhaps I am shallow in my interpretations and time will prove me wrong, about my beliefs (actually lack of them in a religious sense), but for the time being, I think it was not God who made us, we made him, to pacify our fears.
ReplyDeleteHey thanks for sharing these thoughts. For a while I operated under the assumption that one religion must be true, and I think I finally found some serenity in life when it dawned on me that all of them might not be.
DeleteIndeed. Religion is man made, and you know the relativity with which we humans interpret things. I think religion arose as a necessity to defeat the fear of death. That kind of knowledge was too much to bear and let people go through their existence (no matter how good or bad) unaffected. Do not know about others but I still struggle with the necessity of us humans developing into consciousness, and living with the awareness if our own finality_ anything we had and were destined to be 'dust in the wind'. The irony is that religion defeated its purpose through history continuously. It produced more death and pain than relieve from their burden, and yet, people can't and often do not want to own themselves. It is easier to have someone to worship and blame too. On the other hand though, as I said, I find it hard to grasp how 'we' are products of a randomly generated sequel of events...There is they say only a certain amount of truth we can bear and process, I suppose mine is really tiny :). Interesting blog you have, Chris. Will be back to read more and thanks for sharing.
DeleteDude... you moved me!
ReplyDeleteThanks. Unless you meant in a bad way...
ReplyDeleteI was raised Lutheran and had a similar crisis of faith when confronted with some of the questionable things that are written in the Bible and being preached/practiced by hypocritical Christians. It seems as if all religions suffer from this same corruption. And seeing as how they all start out with pretty much the same goals and set-up, I guess this similarity shouldn't be a surprise.
ReplyDeleteI came out of my faith crisis with a firm belief in science and logic and a firm disbelief in any form of mythology. Sometimes I feel like I should just go ahead and take ownership of the atheist title.
But a very strong part of me feels a lot like how I imagine Martin Luther felt when he nailed his famous theses to a church door. I just want to scream, “You're all missing the point! And you're tarnishing this perfect concept of ‘God’ with your human error.”
Anyway, this was yet another well-written post, Chris. You manage to put certain things into words that I have trouble explaining, myself. I only discovered your blog recently and I have enjoyed reading it very much!
Thank you for posting this. It's pretty much why I left fundamentalist Christianity, only more coherent and more eloquent than I could come up with.
ReplyDeleteI think of "the ability to keep two mutually exclusive ideas within one's head as absolutely true at the same time" as more of a character flaw than an ability; it's one of the worst ways of resolving cognitive dissonance. "Cultural paradox" is a polite euphemism for it -- I prefer the term "doublethink." It's not exclusive to marginalized groups by any means. It's a major hallmark of affluent cis-het white male American conservative Christians, who "believe every word of the Bible is the divinely inspired word of God" (presumably including those words they rarely if ever quote about "turning the other cheek," "selling all you have and giving it to the poor," "loving your enemies," "blessed are the peacemakers," etc.) while holding the poor in vicious contempt, going armed everywhere they can (and demanding that the places they can't change that rule), voting for capital punishment, wars of aggression, police oppression of minorities, and the dismantling of the welfare state, and threatening the violent overthrow of the government if they don't get their way.
ReplyDeleteIt's got a bit different flavor than "cognitive dissonance" when it's a cultural difference that is both othered and erased by a dominant culture. I recommend Anzaldúa's Borderlands if you're interested in a better description.
DeleteGood for you, Chris. People who aren't raised in religion can never know how much social loss there is when you leave. I was an evangelical preacher, evangelist and missionary to Muslims in Asia, and when I lost my faith in my late twenties, I also lost almost every friend I had made. Good on you for valuing truth enough to walk away. I know that even though I lost a great deal when my faith crumbled, I also gained. Thanks so much for sharing.
ReplyDeleteAs a practising Muslim who only recently began following your page, this post was a surprise. It was difficult to read and enlightening as well. As someone who was born into a 'desi' Muslim family yet struggled to get married because of the chauvinistic culture, I feel bad you had to go through the same. I feel that few Muslims really try to understand the Qur'an, they just follow the rituals, and even those are often based on what's culturally practiced. I think to many Muslims today who grew up consuming Western media, what has helped bridge the gap are the Muslim scholars in the US like Sheikh Yasir Qadhi, Imam Omar Suleiman to name a few. I can't imagine how you must have coped that long ago in the US given our horrendous track record as being welcoming to reverts.
ReplyDeleteI cannot imagine losing the faith, the world would stop making sense. At the same time, I realize it's easy to do so . I wish you peace and light in your journey.
Also, only because it threw me off for a minute trying to figure out what you were referring to, it should be Surah 4, not ayah 4. Ayahs are the verses, surahs are the chapters.
You're right. Thanks. :)
DeleteVery interesting read ! Didn't expect that topic here. I'm sure you must receive quite a few nasty comments about it ... You seem to have gone through a lot of crap (much of which I can relate to, though my experiences were vastly different, and overall much better, with muslims - still living in the Middle East and I wouldn't want to go anywhere else just yet). And I love that Sufi guy remark.
ReplyDeleteFor my part, being a 'free-style convert' (regarding texts, same interrogations than, but other ways of dealing with it), your article just prompted me a question : have you ever crossed Michael Muhammad Knight's books, and his punk way of seeing islam ? His way of seeing things are really interesting to me, way away from the religious orthodoxy and proselytising, his journey and criticism really makes me think of what you went through ...
Anyway, whether you have the time to read my comment or not is unimportant, I'll just end it by saying that I love your blog, which I discovered recently with your great review of Thor : Ragnarok ;)
Thank you and keep going !
As an ex-Muslim and queer woman living in Pakistan,a lot of points resonated with me. And i think i could forgive the inconsistencies within the text itself if it weren't for the fact that i was surrounded by illiterate,power-hungry and misogynistic men who insisted their interpretation was the correct one and everyone else ought to be publicly lynched
ReplyDeleteThis is a very insightful article, and I appreciate the transparency you took in sharing it. I grew up in an atheist home and experienced similar broken relationships, loneliness, and anger at atheist hypocrisy when I eventually became a Christian, so I guess the process feels the same in both directions. The main thing I learned was that all humans - religious or not - are hypocritical, flawed and in need of something. For me, the only thing that could be above human hypocrisy, political and cultural wars, and my worldly pain was God. I hope you continue to update this if your spiritual beliefs change again.
ReplyDelete"Islam" isn't clear. There isn't an Islam with a capital I. Only islams. And in mine the Quran promotrs freedom of religion. I know you kinda mention that in your "to be fair" disclaimer but maybe don't take it to heart? Even then most modern scholars even conservative ones would say there's no punishments for not being Muslim anymore. It's true that some Muslim majority countries have garbage laws about this but why should they be the poster kid for "Islam" and not the rest of us?
ReplyDeleteAnyway this was an interesting read so thanks for that and *hugs* to your past self.
PS: I hope you got the help you needed with mental health issues. These days there's still the "pray away the depression" crowd but they have lots of resistance in US Muslim spaces at least.
Visual thought well put in words:
ReplyDelete"I dreamed about the way I would look up at the sky from a spreading pool of my own blood and smile, and all the self loathing and confusion and rejection and stark horrible loneliness would be over"
A very good read, Chris. I was born in a traditional (not practicing) Muslim society who drink vodkas and tolerant to other faiths. I love my society and my best friends are good drinkers as well as a part of my family. I love them all and accept them as they are and have no doubts about their belief systems. I often have struggles with the culture, faith and "missing the point questions". However I return back when I pray, go to the mosque, read islamic papers and even looking at the stars and trying to understand more of this universe. I will pray for your return back, Chris. I wouldn't want to lose you as my spiritual brother. Peace to you and your family.
ReplyDeleteWhile I was never a capitol C Christian, this was a similar journey for me. I was fascinated with your tale. To me, it always seemed so impossible that a person following Islam could ever break free and remain a whole, balanced individual. Maybe you aren't? Ha. It is also possible that I am not a whole, balanced individual. Ultimately, I know there is God. I don't see God the same way anyone else seems to. I don't see that changing but all of the crap the church brings into this is dead to me. That I am homosexual is a problem for almost every single denomination of whatever. That I cannot change that no matter how hard I pray has given me a window. A light in the wilderness. Hey, these folks might be wrong when they hate so hard. yeah, they might be wrong, not me.
ReplyDeleteHey there Chris! Just finished reading this ancient post of yours, and it was enthralling to read. I'm quite conservative, and I know you're very liberal, but I hope we can put our differences aside to appreciate this concept. To me, as a Christian, I've always been appalled by the horror stories of Islam, and equally abhorred hearing about the scandalous tales coming from the Pope on the Catholic side of things. It is important to note that Christians and Catholics aren't the same, but of course, when the Catholics go around molesting kids, it makes all denominations of resurrection-monotheists look bad. But I've always been intrigued by the left's defense of Islam, because I knew they'd have to draw a line somewhere. Surely the LGBTQ community couldn't be okay with Islam after the gay nightclub shooting (but that was after this post). But I've never actually seen them clash; I've always thought that progressive ideas would clash far too much with the regressive dark-age doctrines of Islam, but for years I haven't seen a single case of them actually pushing each other away.
ReplyDeleteIt seems most people in the west- liberal, conservative or otherwise- don't know very much about the practices of Islam. And this ignorance has convinced many unsuspecting summer children of the left into thinking that they're allies, when in reality someone with unorthodox sexual / gender preferences would be subject to unspeakable brutality in Islam territory.
But then when I found your post, I was flabbergasted. I had never seen these two conflicting ideas crash- when they definitely should- but in your own personal life you clashed spectacularly, and had no shortage of thought or emotion behind it. For once, we finally get to see what happens when progressive ideas are exposed to regressive ones, and the result was your harrowing story, so thank you for that.
Thank you, I enjoyed reading that. Best luck on your journey friend!
ReplyDeleteChris, I've been following your FB page for a while now. Never knew this about you. In fact, I'm kind of like you in this aspect. I hate all the things about Islam that make Allah sound like some angry, punishing being. Someway along the journey of my faith, I asked myself. . Why would he want people to remain hungry and thirsty just to prove to him that we are faithful? It sounds stupid. Why would be punish people for having sex when it feels good and what if their relationship makes them happy and isn't hurting anyone and they don't want to get married? Also, mass sacrifice of animals as a ritual? I mean WHYYYY So Abraham did that a long time ago. And now we just blindly follow??? Kill so many animals to hold up a tradition? We can still feed the poor without that. I love God so much and I no longrr identify with any religion because of such ridiculous restrictions. My God wants me to be kind and happy. It's not more complicated than that. There are many things that made me change my mind about Islam. I don't really say I am NOT a Muslin either because I want to be. Just not the sort of Muslim that unreasonable people in the past dictated we should be. I think sometimes common sense should be used when it comes to religion and not blind faith. It won't make God hate you or punish you. If that is how he is then I would prefer to be an atheist.
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