RE: Guy at my school trying to convert me to Islam. How do i respond?
October 31, 2015 at 9:21 am
(This post was last modified: October 31, 2015 at 9:26 am by The Grand Nudger.)
Rayaan! What the fuck is up homeslice..lol?
One of the things that your god must now about me, is that I'm not a peasant. Moldy old miracles don't impress me, and threats of pain or torment don't compel me to anything other than the destruction of the one making threats. He must know that I have my own, deeply held and well developed sense of right and wrong, of goodness and justice. He must know that I could never be a muslim, even if it were true. He must know that I was born into the grave, and into the flames. He must know everything about me....and while much of it is almost certainly petty, and ugly...at least some of it is the very opposite of either. I may not be a muslim..but I've stood between muslims and the bullets meant for them. I've taken the blast from the bombs muslims layed for each other..left in the street for children, shaped like toys - in their petty disagreements over patches of dirt and tribal loyalty. Knowing me, and who I am, knowing for what and how brightly my heart burns.....will he be beholden to you, and your lot..when it comes time to lay my sentence in the hereafter?
What a shitty position god would find himself in, if he were required to exterminate me and everyone like me on account of our disbelief, and your expectations.
One of the things that your god must now about me, is that I'm not a peasant. Moldy old miracles don't impress me, and threats of pain or torment don't compel me to anything other than the destruction of the one making threats. He must know that I have my own, deeply held and well developed sense of right and wrong, of goodness and justice. He must know that I could never be a muslim, even if it were true. He must know that I was born into the grave, and into the flames. He must know everything about me....and while much of it is almost certainly petty, and ugly...at least some of it is the very opposite of either. I may not be a muslim..but I've stood between muslims and the bullets meant for them. I've taken the blast from the bombs muslims layed for each other..left in the street for children, shaped like toys - in their petty disagreements over patches of dirt and tribal loyalty. Knowing me, and who I am, knowing for what and how brightly my heart burns.....will he be beholden to you, and your lot..when it comes time to lay my sentence in the hereafter?
What a shitty position god would find himself in, if he were required to exterminate me and everyone like me on account of our disbelief, and your expectations.
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