If any of you had read the Sonnets by William Shakespear, then you are familiar that huge part of it talks about Mr.Romeo and Juliet trying to convince a friend of him to concieve and have a child of his own, so that the child would be some kind of a rememberance of his friend. A way to immortilize your self.
So I am gay
(gay as if attracted to males not gay as if being jolly and happy
), and when I read that, I got all crancky and depressed
, , for real.
How could allah do this to me??? Not only talking about how i cannot have a child of my own, but the fact of him punishing me for being gay, which i didnt even had a choice in it. I mean comon, hetros can switch into homos? No!!
I know I am too young to think about this , i mean LOL I'm only 15
, but that thing effected me alot.
soooo, I simply blackmailed God
. I was so furustrated about the whole thing, so i grabbed a pen and a note book and started writing a letter to him. (I wrote it really fast and in a
, so mind any dumb grammer. PS. I actually fixed some stuff )
I thought I would be fun to share it here. After all, maybe God logs in here to check on the people of hell
. So here it is. tell me what do you think about it:
"If God forbids me from passing the beautiful essence of my soul; if he, the Almighty, happens to make a prophecy of such but a cruel tyrant, then I shall produce a blasphemy that would make the atheist and the prostitute to shudder.
I cannot fathom this God, who would, on purpose, create a fragile and an innocent infant, and sequence in his genes the keys to the gates of Hell. I cannot understand Our Lord Who Art In Heaven who creates a soul and make it increase into a being, and thereafter He proclaims a religion of his own and writes a sacred book that recites to decease that being.
Oh, what a kind Father you are, the Merciful and the most gracious. How thoughtful of you to confide in me that lone feeling, the muted assassin that travels alone and the one that, upon his arrival, slaughters every other feeling, and leave me a hollow body, all alone with him. All alone with loneliness.
Allah, I am forever in awe to you for prohibiting me from having a mirror that reflects my aging face and resembles the curious spirit within me; thus when I become a fading relic of past and a never repeating history, I would be there. Somehow. Immortal.
I am in love with you dear Allah, because you're going to banish me and exile me into utter nothingness. Others may thrive and survive through the wise eyes of their sons, the curious lips of their daughters and the wide hearts of their children, but I, alas, should be evanescence.
I love you God for your hate and resent unto me. I love you Allah, just like the rest of your slaves, whom they are fond with you for the fear of you; A drunken father with his abused children. I love you Father, but I sincerely love myself more.
I am not going to make myself decay into nothingness. I am not going to slip into the forgotten part of history. No. I am going to immortalize myself through all means necessary and I shall live on, through books, songs and lips and I SHALL BE REMEMBERED.
I forbid me from not passing the beautiful essence of my soul. "
I hope you and God didn't get bored bcuz of the long read
Topic: Blackmailing Allah ( a letter to Him)