http://rationalist.org.uk/articles/4162/thanks-salmanThere are few things I can definitely point to that changed my life. But one of these things is Salman Rushdie’s book The Satanic Verses.
As you can probably tell from my awkward name and even more terrible Arabic surname, I was brought up within Islam and Muslim culture. Yet, as should be obvious to anyone who’s read my blog, I am very much not Muslim. I am, in fact, the furthest thing from Muslim it’s possible to be, aside from being a blind, deaf Martian: I’m an apostate, a murtat, an infidel of the worst kind (in that I’m not ashamed). For many, this statement could publicly result in death: whether by codified Islamic law or the sheer antagonism of God’s most ardent messengers. Think about this: Today, while we’re scanning the surface of Mars with a beautiful ton of human ingenuity, there are places on this planet where you still can’t publicly deny a mythical being.
For defensive Muslims, I was “blessed” with the gift of Islam, the blanket of faith to wrap myself in against the cold wind of horror that is reality, but I’ve since discarded it. I denied this beautiful gift, this rare and important property. I’ve been told by grown men who starve themselves from dawn-till-dusk for a month, but have extramarital affairs, of how morality cannot exist without god; I’ve been told by women in full-black garb, with their hands full of babies and half-cooked meals for their cheating husbands, that there is no reason to live unless it is under the gaze of a loving god. Thankfully, my own family has been accepting of me and I am grateful for that.
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