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Breaking free from Islam Between Halal and Haram: Part 2

Written by magicsteven1 on . Posted in Islam, Religion.

by Khaled Hammad

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Perhaps it is more relevant to set the scene for the reader by addressing the atmosphere in Egypt before the Islamic radicalism era we are witnessing in the Middle East at this moment.

The uniqueness of the time in which I grew up lies in witnessing a turning point in the Middle East with radical Islam. The era of former Egyptian president Jamal Abd El Nasser, mostly known for his involvement in the “Suez crisis”, saw growing tensions between the Egyptian president and King Saud, the Saudi King then, which resulted in the Kingdom investing heavily in nurturing the Muslim Brotherhood, Nasser’s strategic enemy. They were welcome guests in Saudi Arabia, and were encouraged to spread their teachings, beliefs and their take on Islam. In other words, radicalising the Middle East through Wahabi teachings which is a fundamentalist movement that played a major part in establishing the Saudi Kingdom as we knew it before the ruling of the current regime led by Prince Mohammed Ben Salman.

When I was growing up during the 70s, Egyptian society was relatively liberal; there was no hijab, for example. Alcohol was part of wedding celebrations, a bit hidden from view, but it was there. Generally, there was no sign of Radical Islam in the streets of Cairo, where I was born and where I grew up.

In the 80s, something quite interesting started to happen. The Saudi Kingdom’s seeds had started manifesting in very fruitful trees for them. The hijab started to be a fashion. Alcohol started to be frowned upon; mosques became more populated with Egyptians who wanted to find out more about Islam and who were willing to be more devout. More importantly, Muslim religious leaders’ cassette tapes were being sold outside high-profile mosques everywhere. These tapes formed our religious ideology and beliefs in Egypt at those times. They were enjoyable, informative, and fun to listen to, but the element of radical Islam had started to be a very noticeable theme.

By the time I was in my last year at secondary school, I was becoming more and more radicalized. I aspired to become one of those religious stars with cassette tapes that guide young Muslims and lead them to the Big Prize afterlife, Paradise. I was part of the Muslim society at the school, reading a few verses of the Quran or a holy speech in the morning live broadcast to the whole school, and I gave weekly lessons in the school’s mosque. My activities outside the school were not any less active; I was a regular mosque prayer five times a day, enjoyed calling for prayers in the local mosque and became known in my family and within the neighbourhood by being a committed Muslim.

Leaving the “boys only” school environment to the university and mixing with the opposite sex was peculiar. Nonetheless, I immersed myself in the whole experience. In that, I started to neglect my beloved religion. I indulged in an exciting new university life, music festivals, alcohol, female friends, romantic love stories with females and aspiring to have sexual experiences, which I could not fully achieve as this is not an easy thing to happen in a Muslim society. But despite all of that “decadence”, God was there. I was still a Muslim. I am not praying, not committed, but I am still a Muslim, very sure that God will forgive me anyway because of the mere fact that I am a Muslim.

What happened next was something I would never have thought of; the beginning of the Journey through hellfire was just about to start when I was in my second year at the University.

 [To be continued]

 

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