by Khaled Hammad
A Journey Through Hell Fire
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Part 11 is here. Part 12 is here.
There is also a poem by Khaled.
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Breaking free from Islam Between Halal and Haram
A Journey Through Hell Fire
Chapter 17: “The Search for a God”
My first encounter with an Egyptian in London, apart from my uncle and his friends, was when I worked in the staff canteen at the Excelsior Hotel, Hatton Cross. I was serving a receptionist who looked at me with a big smile on his face and he said, ‘You are Egyptian, aren’t you?’ I was stunned at his intuition. ‘Yes. How can you tell?’ I asked! He replied with the same big smile, ‘Egyptians know each other.’
My friendship with “Peter” started that day when he promised to take me to central London for my first sightseeing trip, to which I had been looking forward since I stepped out of the Heathrow airport aeroplane. We developed a flourishing friendship that has lasted to this day. We met, ate, and even travelled abroad together.
Peter was born in the UK to an Egyptian father and a Japanese mother, a bit of an unusual mix. His parents separated; his mother returned to Japan, and his father took the children to bring them up in Egypt. They are a Christian family, as you can tell from his name, which he chose for the purpose of this biography when I asked for his permission.
[This video is total bullshit with a really bad text to speech commentary. That is why it is fun! Ed.]
I reached out to “Peter” for his help when I became a godless creature in despair, looking for the true god. I needed to find out more about Christianity. I had a big, wide, open heart just waiting for the Holy Spirit to talk to me. I was ready to receive the lord’s message and experience his revelation. After all, this universe could not have created itself, right? Of course, I am not going to look for my god in Hinduism, where I was told all my life that they pray to cows. God must be Christian. Or three Christians in one entity. Anyway, I will worry about this trinity dilemma later; let me just find the true God first.
Peter was not very enthusiastic at the beginning. It is a bit strange to hear about a Muslim converting to Christianity, let alone being friends with one and contributing to his conversion, too. After a few conversations, Peter told me that he had talked with a converted preacher who served in the Coptic church in London and booked me an appointment with him.
‘Nah, That was not convincing!’ I told myself after I met with “Adam”, the Coptic preacher. The Christian god has the same problems. He is full of… I don’t know! “love” maybe. But he will torture those who are not on his path, including my family. I won’t enjoy paradise without my loved ones. Will I forget about them when I am in heaven? Will I be happy around god where my little sister, Mom, Dad, aunts, and granny have their delicate skins burnt for eternity in hell? They are very faithful to a god as well.
No, I need a more open-minded god. I do not care if he loves us humans or not, but he should be at least empathetic with those who were born into a different religion.
I mean, cows are not capable of torturing. Maybe Hinduism is the answer!
[To be continued.]
