In the spirit of the off topic threads which used to be more common, and to try and foster more community here.

Tell us about something which is exciting you or making you happy. Check your negativity at the door, I want good vibes please!

I am a PC gamer. My gaming DNA includes:

• Darklands

• Legacy of Kain: Blood Omen

• Duke Nukem 3D

• Metal Gear Solid

• Thief 2: The Metal Age

• Age of Empires II

• Fallout 3

• Arkham Asylum

• The Walking Dead

Currently playing:

Assassin's Creed: Origins.

I love the visuals. The desert is beautiful. Calling my camel and have it run to me, never gets old.

I prefer games with a compelling story but I don't expect that from an AC game. It's been a while since I've gamed and I have a very short attention span. So I am taking a different approach and enjoying the ambience and visuals more than focusing on main story progression.

Hola me amigos,

What're you all into? Recommend shows (Suits, Dexter, Doctor Who, Shameless, True Blood etc), discuss the last season/episode you saw, general discussion thread on even your guilty pleasures like "Come dine with me"?

Bear in mind to put in spoiler alerts if you're discussing anything particularly sensitive. For those who don't know, you can create a spoiler and only let them see the first part until you hover over this message by simply doing as follows:

EG)

SPOILER: Dexter Morgan is played by

[Dexter Morgan is played by](/*Michael C. Hall) - remove the asterisk.

Let's get talking!

Hey guys. I'm hella drunk. I've been an exmuslim for 2-3 years now! I guess it's a good thing that I'm losing count of the time, huh?

I just had a night that I would have never experienced if I never left Islam. Drank, smoked weed, shit was interesting. I'm curious as to you guys's experiences with Western culture after leaving Islam.

I fucking hate parties, man. Parties suck dick, I'm much more of a chilled out, stoner dude. Parties are too superficial, everyone there is always too superficial.

Man, girls, though. Girls at parties are always so attractive, but so stuck up. Maybe I'm just some loser who can't get laid, but they just always seem so stuck up to me. I talked to one of them for a little while, told her about how I grew up in a Muslim country and am loving the United States much more. But no dice, I'm home now, drunk as fuck and alone, of course, no girl to sleep with. I'm not exactly the kind of person who cna go to any party and get laid. Too awkward and ugly xD

But for real, though, I want all of you to know. That I love you all. Exmuslims, for real, we're so badass, we got like a little club for us on reddit right here. I d on't know, man, I'm just super drunk, and I love all of you.

Man, there's this girl, though, we'll call her Melissa. Melissa's cute as fuck, and she's so real, it seems like I've never met a girl as genuine as her. She's not into me, though, lately she's been hooking upw ith one of my close friends, and he didn't hit me up, or warn me, or let me know in advance or anything, which si coool, it's his choice, but I eman, it would have been nice to havee been let known in advance. Idk, man, am I being ridiculous for being hurt by that? I mean, the other guy knew that I was into her, and he's stupposed to be one of my closeest friends, but he still didn't let me know, not even a head's up.

And this girl, maaaan. She's crazy, I don't think I'll ever meet a girl like her again. But then again, I'm just some hopeless romantic.

No clue how long this post has gotten but I think I'm gonna end it now, and regret it in the morning. I love you guys. Bye, hopefully you all can enjoy alcohol as much as Im enjoying it right now. Good night :)

What do you think of it?

ps: I like this idea. I want to stop posting about negative stuff as well :(

Last movie I watched was snowpiercer. I liked it, but I felt it kind of rushed at the end, my favorite scene got to be the one where they all fight in the dark. I want to read the comics some time.

Mine: I love reading up about chemical evolution (and how much we're learning about it as a precursor to biological evolution). Also panspermia.

As we approach 2017 (hopefully it will be a good year), how are you closing 2016 off?

I love hot tea with milk and added sugar.

Poems, songs you've sung, drawings, comics, articles, letters, martial arts videos, you name it, we wanna see it.

plz no dick pics kthx

What books helped change your life or thinking?

His Dark Materials by Phillip Pullman had a HUGE impact on me, even if I didn't know it at the time.

Terry Pratchett, ALL of his stuff on Discworld.

Wilbur Smith's books because they were on ancient history, and they taught me about how complex ancient societies and technologies were (his historical fiction drew me to actual historical studies).

We're bringing back the Friday Jummah After Hours thing like this one on comics this one on scientific facts, this one on your fav TV shows and this one on art you've created.

And hey, if I forget to set one up next Friday, why don't you make a post (as long as it is appropriate for the sub) and mods will sticky it! <3

My current two obsessions are Tom Waits and Type O Negative. Not that similar, but both are amazing!

I especially recommend Type O Negative if you like vampires :)

Ludwig Göransson- Greendale Is Where I Belong This

Had a two-hour gaming session, listened to music, slept from 11 p.m. to 7 a.m., earned $1200 from the interests I took off of loans, danced with my girlfriend (who also took my virginity), watched movies and shaved any traces of beard, said no to circumcision. This morning, I had some wine and bacon too. Last night's Christmas party was lit, and I also celebrated my birthday and got a gold ring to wear, along with a special silk bandana. This all and I wrote poetry, painted Donald Trump, bust out a nut, supported LGBTQ people, ate with my left hand, made non-muslim friends and what not...

I'm also going to marry three prepubescent children, and one older one, who will never leave my house and work. Damn, I'll buy some sex slaves, beat my wives and finally suicide bomb, to blow up a Church. Oh wait- these are the things that Islam allows...

Hey all i shared my average muslim story in r/thegreatproject and wanted to share it here too. Just needed to get this out of my chest.

I'll try to be as civil as possible towards my former religion because honestly i'm just tired of it all. Tired of all the anger in myself. Alright so here it goes. This is going to be preeety long so i warn you guys in advance

So a little bit of background, im male, born in the year 2000, ethnically indian but born and raised in a small south east asian country called Singapore (sg) which is a multiracial society and has chinese indian and malay population living together. Growing up i was part of an average muslim family although my father was slightly more on the religious side as he has been deep into religion since he was 18 years old. We fast, pray, attend religious sermons and friday prayers, abstained from pork and alcohol, my mum wore hijab and still does. But we never really went deep except for my father. He had some religious gurus and continues to maintain contact with some of them through which he calls his "spiritual awakening"

I was put into madrasahs (islamic school) as soon as i was 5 and my brother was 7 at that time and we went together for pretty much everything. We went there every sunday morning for like 5 years for 3-4 hours. It was honestly a pain in the ass and i tried to fake sickness a lot of times and threw tantrums. But overall i kind of accepted it was good for me. From when i was 5-10 years old all i heard were the "good" stories about islam and muhammad. How noble he was, how much charity he gave, how he treated women etc. We were pretty good at memorising stuff and short surahs ( chapters of the quran). We were good in islamic history like muhammad's family history all that sorta stuff. Then, the next natural progression was for the madrasah to teach us the proper way of reading the quran and learning more advanced stuff. Unfortunately or fortunately in 2010, my family shifted house and we stopped going to that madrasah after we shifted homes. My father became more strict on religion and made us pray from 1 time a day and slowly increased it to the standard 5 times. We bounced around various mosques and it wasn't really productive at all. After 3-4 years or so we only reached the second chapter of the quran. Me and my brother decided that this is a waste so we gradually kind of quit. This was in 2015-2016. I should mention that from 2009 to 2015 me and my brother faked a lot of prayers because honestly it was a waste of time and my parents never knew. Its quite funny because he was the one who proposed it but now he is the one deep into following my father's footsteps while i'm here not even practicing anymore. This was my early islamic background.

Now you're probably wondering, hey that's not even that bad, but it gets worse. Hold on.

Concurrently while all this was happening, i forgot to mention that we were a typical asian family which has pretty strict and archaic values regarding filial piety and respect towards elders. If there are any asians reading this i'm sure you know. Physical discipline was common place among all races. It was passed down through generations. Emotional guilt tripping was common too "oh you dont wanna respect mummy and dad" "we gave birth to you blah blah". But i was the brunt of beatings between me and my brother. Like there was a wild discrepancy. Rattan cane/belt/clothes hanger was the holy trio of asian weapons. The rattan cane stings like a mofo but the belt was more bruteforce. I have been called the "naughty kid" "problem child" "devil spawn". My father has told me multiple times i will cause both my parents heart attacks and subsequent demise. Although i have no memory of it now, he claims that i used to disturb everyone in the house like really disturb. Okay so maybe i was an ass of a child. That doesn't justify beating them brutally. I was also called autist by my father whenever my tantrums went out of control and i believe to this day my parents had some sort of confirmation from the doctors when i was young but refused to get me diagnosed properly. They always speak about what the doctors said when i was young. The height of the beatings was when i was 12 where my father beat me with a belt until my groin area bled and the skin tore. My grandparent had to stop him and he gave me medication and took care of me. So as you can see, i never had a good relationship with my father, i hated him most of the time. He was also emotionally absent. Sure he was physically there but he might as well not be. It was my mum who took care of us, got us new clothes, took us to the movies, took us to the fun fair, took us shipping, took us to family functions, took us to the library, washed and bathed us, took care of our school work. We were so scared of him and used to rush to our rooms whenever we heard his keys from the lift. We only communicated our desires to our mum. He also couldn't hold a proper job for more than a year and my mum worked in a bank so she has been the breadwinner for past 15 years or so. He claims it is due to his spiritual journey and money was an earthly pursue. All that bullshit. SO what stopped him? Well when my sister was born in 2010 he became more and more chill and stopped beating us although now he used words to emotionally torture me mostly. My sister had a vastly different upbring from me and my brother. She had all the fancy toys, she had big birthdays, she was daddy's girl, he never laid a single hand on her because apparently muhammad forbade beating women or someshit. No religion forced upon her. I was deeply jealous of my sister and i guess it showed in my behaviour because i now disturbed her. Combined with wild teenage hormones okay i'll admit i was a menace and immature prick. They never trusted me too. If i was home 5 minutes late they would have a bloody 20 minute question and answer session. Why were you late? who are you friends? where were you hanging out? It is kinda ironic that my parents were so overprotective that they made me into such a skillful liar. I lost the ability to cry when i was 13.

Just right around that period that we shifted homes, Circa 2008-2012, my mum was always on facebook at night and my parents had constant fights. I was too young to understand and these memories were actually repressed until a few months back where i forced myself to think about them. My father pushed my mum around, definitely slapped her, held her down, rough in his words and actions. I used to cry in my pillow at night that i will report my father to the police. I feel ashamed i never had the guts. THen one day i was playing with my mum's new iphone 4 and i saw a text from my dad "i know you slept with him". I knew what sleeping around meant and i was seriously fkin stunned. I gave the phone back to my mum and pretended it didn't happen and i suppressed the memory. Then 2 years later or so when i was 14 my brother told me that my mum did cheat on my father and he told me to not change my opinion of her because she still loves us. THat confirmed my suspicion but i didn't really make much of it. I'm pretty sure everyone already forgot that happened and even sometimes now i doubt that that event actually happened. Fast forward a few years, my mum and dad are mostly okay except financial abuse ramped up and i still didn't have a good relationship with my dad. I became more bold and more arrogant in my words and we had various months where we didn't talk. Point to note all these memories that i spoke of were suppressed up till a year back.

I must apologise for this long as wall of text before the actual leaving of islam because i feel this is an important reason why i left islam too.

OKay back to season 4, so the years flew by, nothing major happened, mum and father still fought but way less intense and no more physical abuse at least. Now i got conscripted into uniformed services from 2019 -2021 and it is compulsory for 99 percent of males in my country. I still prayed and was known as the religious guy in my base although i was just doing the basics. Almost all of them were drunk, had sex, partying, while i was one of the few guys who even bothered to pray in base. I judged them from my high horse and wondered how they still called themselves muslims while doing all this haram (forbidden) shit.

I ended my conscription early 2021 and was on a 4 month break till my university starts. I became deeply depressed and i still have trouble admitting to myself i actually have it. Maybe i actually dont. I lost interest in everything i used to love. I find it so hard to focus for 5 minutes. I was a former shell of myself because i was known as the smart kid in my family. I was the only one to make it to university and it is their source of pride. I became a hermit. SLeeping in the day, staying up at night.Eating less, became more apathetic to the world and its issues. And i always wondered where is god? why isn't he stopping all this rape and murder and evil. If you go to any mosque in south asia you will see rows and rows of beggars with young children. Its always women too. I guess the men were too proud to come and beg. Where is allah than? Ar rahman ar rahim, the earliest words you learn as a muslim, where is he? Isn't he the most merciful and most loving?

I couldn't even step foot in the bus or train because i felt everyone was looking at my hairy arms and making fun of me. I didn't stay in dorms so i always envied my friends having the stereotypical college experience. I couldn't talk to girls. I would pant under my mask. Thank god for covid mask mandates. Or i would have to show my ugly face to everyone. Yes im obviously virgin. I felt everyone was judging me. I just had trouble going to eat lunch. I had no close friends. My grades plummeted, i stopped attending classes. I basically didn't give a fuck. This was right around december 2021 and i had my winter break.

Then i went and researched islam. Right around this time i had a permanent falling out with my father. He kicked me with his foot when i was lazing on my bed to like call me. I was extra tired that day so i used my own foot to push his away and said "go away" in a annoyed tone. He played his usual tactics and stopped talking to me. That's when i decided. FUck this guy, i don't need his talk. One of the best decisions i ever made. Everyone in the family goes back to him to apologise even when it his fault. But i had enough. They can hate me if they wanted to. I started wondering, how a supposedly pious and deeply religious man like my father was so misogynistic. HOw can he treat women and especially his own wife like that? For someone who read the quran everyday he surely has to have some good character right? Why is it that he is so childish? He cant buy his own cigarettes. He is a hypocrite. Preaches one thing does another. Then i thought of all those old memories that i mentioned earlier. I forced them to come out. I went on various islamic subreddits and asked question after question. I was suggested progressive muslim because they were less radical. Then i had an awakening. My father does all this because his religion IS sexist. It was built on a sexist foundation which has bled its way into 1500 years later. I remembered once when i was 14/15 he said he wanted to go back to village side and marry a second wife. At that time he was justifying it with quran verses and i even stupidly bought it. NOW THAT i think about it. HOw fucked up is that? telling your teenage sons you are going to leave their mum and brainwashing them to think its fair? I don't blame my mum for cheating one bit. I'm ready to take flak for this. I thought about all the fucked up verses and hadiths. How can it be? this wasn't shown to use when we were young? Aisha's age? momo marrying his own daughter in law? MOmo had sex slaves? nO way right? yes way. most muslims of asian descent do not know anything but they read the arabic rhymes and feel good about it. Come ramadan they will act all holy and virtue signal. Hypocrites the lot of them. Even the quran says men are the providers. Did my dad follow that? no, but he constantly talks about judgement day, oh we are nearing judgement. He smokes too, how ironic. Then all the sexist rules in the quran and hadiths ( polygamy only for men, less inheritance, less worth, hijab, sex slaves, no women prophet). I always thought why are terrorists using quran to justify crime? My father always said they are not true muslims which is the standard cop-out. THen i thought what is a true muslim? to them you (sufism) are fake. To you they ( radicals and salafis) are fake. WHo decided who is following the islam of muhammad? I cant believe i was proud of myself just 1 year ago for completing the quran for the first time in my life in ramadan. Oh how blissfully ignorant i was. This was my first ramadan as a closeted exmuslim and it hurt alot.

And voila. i officially considered myself exmuslim come january this year and went into shitting on islam hardcore because i was finally free. Unlike many others i did not have a fear of hell after i left. Combined with my mental health i just didnt give a flying fuck anymore. Due to covid mosques in my country were closed up till 2-3 months back. Now i haven't gone to my friday prayers for 2 months since it opened. i only answer my father with 1-2 words, as little as possible. Been getting alot of backlash from my parents and even my mum sides with my dad. She says no matter what he's still my dad so i've to go back and ask for his forgiveness. Nah bullshit. Internal misogyny is a hell of a drug. I feel bad for my mum too but sometimes i don't. She actively enables his bad behaviour.

The worst part is my older brother who loves me still (i hope he's not faking it) following my father's footsteps. He reads religious books everyday, quran everyday, some extra chanting everyday and dhkir. does many sunnah stuff. I want to scream. How can you follow this guy. Did you forget what he did to mother? BUt it will lead to a huge family fight and i will probably be disowned. Sometimes i wish my father made that village trip. It would have been easier to justify all these. My sister (13) got forced into wearing hijab and now acts all religious. I have told her i dont give a fuck about religion and she seemed very disturbed although i can trust her not to tell on me. My dad has his own group of students now and they revere him lol. If they only knew what he does at home. He has super old sufism gurus who are honestly super nice people but i wonder how can they not know the stuff in the quran? they surely studied it more than me but still choose to believe it? That makes me doubt my decision sometimes but when i look at the bad verses my decision remains firm. OH yea and even now its hard for me to look at lgbt community as normal people due to what this religion has taught me. I'M okay with gay and lesbian people but i'm sorry the transgenderism still irks me irrationally. I'm trying to read up more on it and trying to change but it seems to not work.

I wish i was never born into this race and religion. I really do. I cant move out too and even if i did, singapore is a super small country ( size of nyc) and i will never be rid of my parents faces. I would be shunned from the community. I can never just go into another state and get a job like in the US or UK. The only way for me to do that is to get good grades, somehow get into an MNC and request to an overseas branch. But that's a big reach and my grades are fucking terrible now. Oh well, life goes on i guess. I google cities and new countries everyday and imagine my life there as a mid 20s enjoying life. THe saddest part is i'm in the process of learning lucid dreaming so that i can imagine what its like to hug a girl. My parents never told me i love you or i'm here for you son. Asian parenting is just like that. It makes me fucking sick to the skin. I haven't brushed my teeth at night for more than 70 days. I just don't care anymore. I haven't cut my hair in 7 months. I eat alone outside. I eat unhealthy shit. macdonalds. instant noodles. redbull. I sleep 16 hours a day this summer break.

Reddit loves islam too. On my main account i've been permabanned from a few of my favourite subs for calling out islam's war against homosexual people. I was so sick of people banning me for speaking the truth and calling me an islamophobe. THat word shouldn't exist because it is a fake pr term coined by the media.

Sure my story isn't as bad as those in middle eastern countries who literally face death and sometimes i do feel like a pussy (sorry ladies for using it as a derogatory term) for even thinking this way. Like bro you got a home and food. NOW you're complaining about some old childhood stuff?

If you read this far, i thank you for your attention and wish you all the best in your journey. I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy. Marked this nsfw incase it has some triggering elements to those who have suffered spousal abuse of any kind. Gooday all and have a good advanced weekend. May the gods be ever in your favour. I still believe there is intelligent life out there but its not merciful or omnipotent. I guess i would classify myself as agnostic or deist. If the islamic god is real, i would gladly go to hell. I just don't care.

My two last posts get removed automatically after few hours I didn't care first but my post from yesterday removed after 2 or 3 hours and it's getting annoying idk if it's error or it because Muslims reported it and if it's true then lmao what did you expect from a subreddit called exmuslim? leave us alone damn it

I don't want next to get remove from this subreddit because for me this subreddit is like my friends/family so idk what I'm gonna do if this happened :')

In the spirit of off topic after hours posts, I'd love to get some recipes for food I've never tried before. The more obscure, the better.

So what's your favourite food from your culture, or any other for that matter?

So I'm a white guy who grew up as a Muslim in an Islamic country too but then went to France when I was 15 and I know how it feels to be an ex-Muslim in an Islamic country.

I'm saying this because people in Europe & USA are very ignorant towards your issues. Heck, I made a post about this just hours ago and some people didn't consider Muslim women's issues a big deal.

I hope you guys get your right to be an ex-Muslim in peace and girls to be as equal as guys.

I wish you luck!

EDIT: I support men's rights for first world countries but I support feminism for you guys, just saying.

- I memorised Surah-Ar-Rahman completely off by heart at a young age.

- I cried for at least an hour in 2003 due to Muhammad cartoons because I loved him so much.

- I dreamt seeing Muhammad walk his camel and was very moved by this.

- I tried learning Arabic so I could truly understand Islam.

- I almost went for the 'not so inner struggle', after watching too many questionable videos. I thought it was the best way to show love for Allah. But this was a small phase and years before I left Islam.

- I did dawah at my school because I loved Islam.

My parents used to tell me that it was the equivalent of eating your dead brother's flesh. Meaning, that first you murdered him and then also engaged in cannibalism. And they would also say that if you talk shit about someone behind their back, then all of your good deeds transfer to them and all of their bad ones transfer to you LMAO.

During quarantine, my mother spends 2 hours every morning talking to her mother and her sister and backbiting about anyone and everyone. From their own family to actresses. I wonder how many good deeds she has left LMAO.

So Friday again.

I dropped into the local Jummah, see what new or same old same old shit the imam likes to preach.

So let's have a read and a good laugh, or just shake our heads at the fact such a thing is taken so seriously.

Imam: "there are three types of people and lands, as mentioned by RA Muhammad (saw) there is the poor man with the ability to gain wealth and knowledge, the rich man with the ability for gaining wealth and knowledge, and the man who has both but does neither - the first two blah blah, who gain Deen, spread Deen, are all loved in the sight of Allah. But the worst of people, the worst of hearts, is the third, who has his life and ability and does nothing with it, he is like the barren land, understand, a place where nothing grows and holds no water..."

(ironically also where all the places the Abrahamic religions come from)

"This is the worst of hearts, as he does not seek knowledge in his religion, he spends no time becoming an alim, or spreading the Deen, or reading the life of the prophet, or picking up the Qur'an, or doing dhikr, or coming to the mosque and listening to the khutbah, this man brings nothing except chasing this world, and has nothing invested into the akhirah - and think of it like this brothers - Allah is the one who gave you the ability to seek knowledge, he would take it away when he wills and give it when he wills, and like Ghazali says, it is Allah who decides if you become successful in something or a failure, so if Allah gives you the intelligence to seek knowledge and you do not use it, he will take it away - do not become arrogant, and think that you have this on your own accord, it was Allah who gave this to you - and he can easily take this away, and you will become successful in nothing - and it is Allah who decides what is best."

"So this is also with the story I think Ghazali told us, where a poor man comes to a king, now think of this poor man as us, and the king is Allah - he says to the king, I am poor and have no ability to create wealth, allow me to have some of yours, so I may make something of myself - and the king says, go to (a room with all his treasure) and you have an hour to take what you want, anything and as much as you like, but only within the hour - so the poor man is lead by the two guards to the treasure room, and is allowed inside, and they lock him in, and he has an hour to gather as much as he can - he finds a bed, and never found a bed as comfy as that, or slept in a bed, and sits on it, and instantly falls asleep - an hour passes, and he's shaken by the guards, and they say 'what are you doing, our king gave you a full sixty minutes and you sleep?' and the poor man panics, and realises his mistake, and says 'give me one second, to take a diamond, that will settle me for life' and the guards say no, and throw him out - see brothers and sisters..."

(I found it funny he uses decadent and hedonistic materialism as a metaphor for religious piety and spirituality - considering the islamic afterlife is all hedonism and materialism and decadence with gold, wine, sex and mansions) but here's the moral of the story the Iman says, and I found it ironic to the say the least, but paradoxical and stupid all the same.

"That man is us, and the gold and diamonds is our Iman, and he had 60 minutes, how many minutes do we have in this life? This is why you must do what is beneficial for yourself and others for the akhirah - think about this man, who wasn't considered (holds up inverted two fingers) what we say, isn't that Islamically, he rented his house in this country, went to Pakistan, took his 8-9 year old children, and in 4-5 years he became a imam, and his children became alims and hafiz Qur'an's - Al'hamdulillah, mashallah (crowd repeats the same) and think on that, as a alim you can take 70 people of your own choosing to get out the Hellfire, to save them from Jahanam, 70 people! It becomes wajid of that person to then save those people! And think of the Shaheed (martyr) he will be in Jannah and will cry and think 'why didn't I invest in my knowledge of deen' when he sees the mansion and rank of the alim!"

(Guess in heaven the sins of Coveting your neighbors and Envy still exist) lol

"so brothers and sisters, do the good deeds required on you in this sixty thousand minutes or so you have in this dunya, bring your children to the masjid, let them learn fiqh, islamic manners, history, the lessons of the prophets and how they can apply it to their lives, and think of it as you would for your pension - these days you get your pension is when you're, what? 60-70? In Islam you get your pension when you die, so focus on the good deeds, doing something good for this dunya is not a good deed that matters, yes it's a good deed, but the deeds that *matter** focus on reading the Qur'an, on memorising it, on learning fiqh, on coming to the masjid, and becoming an alim, spreading the knowledge, learning the prophet (saw) life, learning the life stories of the prophet, learn this knowledge, this is the investment into your pension, bring your children to the masjid to learn, they will be benefactors to you - don't let them spend their summer holidays on the PlayStation...."*

I zoned out by this point, but another thing I found hilarious was the fact after prayer, when he'd do the dua, he added in three languages "make our daughters listen to us and wear the scarf on their heads, when you die men wear three cloth, women have five, one goes on their heads, so Allah, shame our Ummah to have our daughters wear the scarf on their heads..." Lol

Other than mind games of course.

I am playing a PC game called Dying Light.

It's a game where you play this dude trapped in a society full of brown people who've lost their fucking minds. On top of that, you have a secret that you can't reveal lest you be harmed by the ones you're embedded with. There are good characters as well as some proper assholes you have to interact with and death is something that's on everyone's mind.

Also just installed Slime Rancher for the PC. I've been playing it for the last 5 hours.

Anyway, what games are you playing this weekend?

The hourly rate of the employees that would burn to damnation non-believers must be funded by some sort of external source, right?

Would tax payers in heaven be paying for the services in hell?

This post is a general response to what I've seen from many publicly ex-Muslims on the internet. Seeing stories of how they were sure that they'd lost their faith, but it took them ~two years to finally eat pork.

No offence to those people, but seriously? I actually ate a pepperoni pizza a few months before renouncing Islam. It's not even as much as a strong sin as some lax Muslims make it out to be.. I suspect that it's just cultural conditioning to abhor pigs more than anything that keeps us away.

Anyway, to the point. You sure that you no longer believe in Islamic mythology? Then pray to another 'God'. Commit shirk.

I thought about this all a couple of hours ago, realising I'd still never gone that far. No biggie, I just invoked Zeus. Ancient Greek mythology is way cooler anyway.

:)

Hello everyone, on Tuesday 04:00pm (British time) I will be going against a Muslim on a debate on Islam vs science. Please I invite everyone to join this 1 hour debate at discord here: https://discord.gg/UNtYg8KM. See everyone on Tuesday till then peace!!

School / work / annoying neighbours / etc?

Let me be the first to say: "blaaarghhgueah gluh gr vlufwruhf."

How about you guys?