And I've been in denial since I was 11 years old.
In the black community in America, Christianity is a huge thing. It's not just a religion, it's also the backbone of the social fabric of the community. Especially in places like Texas.
But when I was in 6th grade English class, we were reading Greek Mythology and I came to the conclusion that it was all bollocks; I couldn't see the difference between the Christian faith - or any faith really - and the Greek mythos we were reading. How come stories of a talking bush that was one fire were followed and accepted willingly but folks couldn't accept that Zeus went down to Earth and impregnated any attractive woman he could find?
But I couldn't accept it. No way was I going to tell my true feelings to my friends or family or church on religion and Christianity in particular. No way. "I believe in God, dammit." I said to myself. "Just, you know, not that God. But I believe in a God!"
This led to a complete obsession with mythology, philosohpy and religious text which brought me to Islam.
If I were religious in any way, Islam would be the first religion I'd prescribe to as many of its beliefs fit me: allowing intellectual discourse on the religion and encouraging such, not being based around the worship of a man who "rises from the dead" but the actual entity we know as God; a one on one relationship.
My parents knew I wasn't religious or particularly an ardent Christian, but I could never tell them - or rather, my mother...my father is quite an open minded individual - how I truly felt, especially since my own mother once asked me if I worshiped the devil once before. I had to have a faith. It wasn't going to be Christianity because I don't agree with any of it, but I had to have a faith.
All the other black people I know have one.
Me: Hey Felicia, you ever think sometimes you just don't believe in a God?
Felicia: Never. You'll go to hell if you think like that Garrett!
So I converted to Islam. I have prayed in Arabic, not eaten pork or gotten drunk or smoked reefer for a good one to two years. I truly felt what I was doing was right, I believed in God, dammit.
But I've been lying to myself. It was around Ramadan last month that I came to this conclusion.
Is there a God? I don't fucking know. I have never seen evidence that have supported it, although I told myself he does exist. Hoping, wishing. However, I can't say he doesn't exist either, because there's so much more to this galaxy and universe and planet than I could ever comprehend.
Do I believe in a God? Not the personal God, no. A God who is able to understand every person's thoughts? A God a who is not willing to show himself to his supporters? A God who thrives on a reward and punishment system? A God who allows millions of people to be killed for the sole fact that they're either jewish, gay, gypsies and more?
I don't know about that.
But I do believe that there's more to this world than meets the eye. This is what I got from my experience with Islam; I feel at peace when I pray. Likely not with a God, but with something else I can't explain. It makes me feel spiritual. I just can't prove or disproof it, so I will revel in it and remain neutral.
It's time to start being honest with myself. This has made me depressed for the past month and it's time accept it, swallow it and declare it.
What do I have to fear, aside from further being an outcast in the Black American community? But fuck it, that's better than lying to myself. I refuse to do it anymore.