Experiential paper on Islam
Within the last year or so I've questioned my beliefs I organized religion a great deal. I was never really religious, only attending church on rare occasions such as funerals, weddings ad about every other year for Christmas mass. I was baptized Lutheran when I was about six months old and neither of my parents were very religious. To my best memory I can't remember even being inside of a church at all. When I was about seven years-old, my father joined St. Matthews Lutheran church I Walled Lake, where I attended Sunday mass one every other week. That only lasted about a year or so, and once again church just wasn't a part of my life. It wasn't until I was fifteen that I attended church under my own free will. The only reason I did go was because my friend asked me to go with him and his family and because there were a couple of good looking girls there. It was a Baptist church and my mom used to tell me to be careful because they would try and brainwash me like my uncle. I learned about Jesus and being saved, I was even pressured into being saved my self. It always seemed and though all of the sermons were directed toward my though. Like everything I did, the preacher knew I did it and wrote a whole sermon based
As I got up to walk out there were two men standing in front of the door both were holding these big guns. Also besides the only time he spoke is when he would quote the Qur'an or say a prayer. The imam looked hauntingly familiar. The rest of the time imam spoke English. The first room I went into was set up like churches alter. I had always thought that the Muslims were just those crazy Arabs that I saw on the news always burning American flags and always killing each other. I was also used to there being mostly white people, and maybe a few black families when I went to church. After the service the imam, Jukaku Tayeb, asked me if I wanted to talk but I wasn't interested, he then told me I was welcome back if I had any questions. I felt welcome the whole time, and besides feeling a little strange because I had never been there before. For the most part I was very comfortable. So I decided to go down to Rochester with my friend one day and experience this new religion. I gained a great deal of respect and understanding for the religion. There were about fifty people there. As I pulled put to the mosque I was suddenly calmed down when I saw that the mosque was just a simple white one-story build, it didn't even look like a church.
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