Hello. For now you can call me Mehi if that is ok with you.
First, I would like to say I have never met people as kind as I have seen around here on this forum. It is a very inspiring thing. When I read that the Muslims were peaceful kind people, I did not really believe it. No offense. I am American you see living in the southeastern part of the country where most are Bible thumping hypocrits. I hope y'all can be as kind to me as I have seen towards others. And patient. You will probably need tons of patience with me.
Second, a little information about me. I will try to not share too much, but I am a rambler who gets distracted very easily. Here we call that chasing rabbits. This is were the patience is going to come in handy.
Ok, so religious. I was born and the first six years of my life without religion. My dad was always working (he barely believes in God anyways) and my mom did not believe that there was a church near us that was right for her. She compared every church she visited to one she went to when she was a child. At seven, my female cousin (six), my sister (six), and my brother (five) started going to a church on our own. A group would come and pick us up. I don't remember much except the smell of the pews and the lake nearby. We did that for a year before we stop going again. We fell into a bit of darkness for awhile.
At nine, my brother and two different female cousins started walking up the road from where we live to visit another church. We went to this church until until I was fourteen or fifteen. During that time I had gained another sister and brother through adoption. They started going with us to church. My newest sister is only six months younger than I am. She is my best friend. One fateful night, after spending hours in the sun, the pastor of the church decided to lay hands on (pray for) the youth of the church. My three siblings, two female cousin, and I were all sunburned and he layed his hands right on top of the burns hard. He then told us each in turn we were hurting, in so much pain, and tht our families did not love us. I believe my brother almost hit the guy in the face. I took the hands of my little cousins and the six of us left. We never returned
At sixteen my brother and I started going to another church across town. We got in with the wrong crowd, go accused of something that we did not do (smoking in the church bathrooms), and was told to never come back. That was a year.
At eighteen, my mom finally got into church. She became Mormon. She now loves her church, but is too sick to go. Her health is very poor. My brother and I went with her, were baptized the same day as her, and loved the church for another year. I left after I researched the religion and found some little talked about doctrine in the religion that I do not agree with.
Finally, the last Christian church I have joined (and left) was a Pentecostal one. I was twenty-two. For six months I felt at home there. Eventually I realized that as a convert none of the guys was interested in me. And because I would not make a suitable match for any of the guys, the church elders did not work with me to keep me. To them I was going to leave anyways, whether by dropping the religion or marrying to another church, so why work with me. I only had two friends and I felt lonely, so very lonely.
Now, I am twenty-four and so very, very tired of the religious mess. I turned Pagan, said forget God, he seems to have forgotten me at least. But I feel more lost and lonely than ever before. I have been interested in religions since I was...too young to remember. Mom always told us to find our own way to believe, go to a church that was right to us. Every time I thought I found that, a rug was pulled out from under me and I would be falling into a pit of darkness again. I have always wanted to expierence every religion on Earth. Now I would be glad just to find one were I felt welcome and that did not push me away.
I am so sorry. I have wrote a book and it is all sad and depressing. Typical me. What I really want to say is that I am so very interested in learning about Islam. Where I am from there aren't many and one has to filter the lies from the truth. It's not easy to do when one does not know the truth. So very very very sorry. Have a good day and be blessed. *bows and leaves*
First, I would like to say I have never met people as kind as I have seen around here on this forum. It is a very inspiring thing. When I read that the Muslims were peaceful kind people, I did not really believe it. No offense. I am American you see living in the southeastern part of the country where most are Bible thumping hypocrits. I hope y'all can be as kind to me as I have seen towards others. And patient. You will probably need tons of patience with me.
Second, a little information about me. I will try to not share too much, but I am a rambler who gets distracted very easily. Here we call that chasing rabbits. This is were the patience is going to come in handy.
Ok, so religious. I was born and the first six years of my life without religion. My dad was always working (he barely believes in God anyways) and my mom did not believe that there was a church near us that was right for her. She compared every church she visited to one she went to when she was a child. At seven, my female cousin (six), my sister (six), and my brother (five) started going to a church on our own. A group would come and pick us up. I don't remember much except the smell of the pews and the lake nearby. We did that for a year before we stop going again. We fell into a bit of darkness for awhile.
At nine, my brother and two different female cousins started walking up the road from where we live to visit another church. We went to this church until until I was fourteen or fifteen. During that time I had gained another sister and brother through adoption. They started going with us to church. My newest sister is only six months younger than I am. She is my best friend. One fateful night, after spending hours in the sun, the pastor of the church decided to lay hands on (pray for) the youth of the church. My three siblings, two female cousin, and I were all sunburned and he layed his hands right on top of the burns hard. He then told us each in turn we were hurting, in so much pain, and tht our families did not love us. I believe my brother almost hit the guy in the face. I took the hands of my little cousins and the six of us left. We never returned
At sixteen my brother and I started going to another church across town. We got in with the wrong crowd, go accused of something that we did not do (smoking in the church bathrooms), and was told to never come back. That was a year.
At eighteen, my mom finally got into church. She became Mormon. She now loves her church, but is too sick to go. Her health is very poor. My brother and I went with her, were baptized the same day as her, and loved the church for another year. I left after I researched the religion and found some little talked about doctrine in the religion that I do not agree with.
Finally, the last Christian church I have joined (and left) was a Pentecostal one. I was twenty-two. For six months I felt at home there. Eventually I realized that as a convert none of the guys was interested in me. And because I would not make a suitable match for any of the guys, the church elders did not work with me to keep me. To them I was going to leave anyways, whether by dropping the religion or marrying to another church, so why work with me. I only had two friends and I felt lonely, so very lonely.
Now, I am twenty-four and so very, very tired of the religious mess. I turned Pagan, said forget God, he seems to have forgotten me at least. But I feel more lost and lonely than ever before. I have been interested in religions since I was...too young to remember. Mom always told us to find our own way to believe, go to a church that was right to us. Every time I thought I found that, a rug was pulled out from under me and I would be falling into a pit of darkness again. I have always wanted to expierence every religion on Earth. Now I would be glad just to find one were I felt welcome and that did not push me away.
I am so sorry. I have wrote a book and it is all sad and depressing. Typical me. What I really want to say is that I am so very interested in learning about Islam. Where I am from there aren't many and one has to filter the lies from the truth. It's not easy to do when one does not know the truth. So very very very sorry. Have a good day and be blessed. *bows and leaves*
would have to hide their belief because of fear of reprisals from others (i.e., family or others related) as well. This point is evident (twice) in the story of Umar ibn al-Khattaab and appears what you could face.