It happened about six months ago. I was reading a fanfiction author's bio, and she mentioned that she was an atheist. Being a naive twelve-year old that was born into a relatively conservative Muslim family, I didn't even know what an atheist was. So, I Google'd it, and what came up was... well, it caused a ginormous domino effect.
After a whole month of squinting and reading, I came to the conclusion that god was as real as the bogeyman. I wasn't really surprised, since I always had this feeling that I didn't believe in the crap my parents fed me--and still are feeding me.
I haven't told them yet, but I did question them once. My mom started screaming at me, dad wasn't too happy and they kept giving me roundabout answers. I think it's best to not tell them, especially since I've still got six more years until I'm an adult. Telling them would just make the rest of the time left here more miserable.
And ... that's it! C:
After a whole month of squinting and reading, I came to the conclusion that god was as real as the bogeyman. I wasn't really surprised, since I always had this feeling that I didn't believe in the crap my parents fed me--and still are feeding me.
I haven't told them yet, but I did question them once. My mom started screaming at me, dad wasn't too happy and they kept giving me roundabout answers. I think it's best to not tell them, especially since I've still got six more years until I'm an adult. Telling them would just make the rest of the time left here more miserable.
And ... that's it! C:
