Personal Narrative: How Religion Changed My Life

Ever since I was little, belief in God has been drilled into my head. I was taught to never question God’s existence, to always be faithful. However, recently, as I have been becoming a more curious adolescent, I wonder about religion. I wonder why people put their blind trust into a being that no human has ever seen. I think religion is very important, but there is no actual proof of this higher being, God, to exist except for the Holy texts (the Bible, the Quran, the Torah, etc.) One rainy day, my Spanish teacher decided to keep my class 20 minutes after the school day had ended. The whole class was being punished with detention because a few kids did not complete their personal narratives four-paragraph essays for Spanish class. School ends at 2:20 PM, it was already 2:50 PM when I arrived at the bus stop for the bus that usually takes me home. I was aware that the next bus would be at 3:30, and that was too much time to wait. I could be home in fifteen minutes if I walked home. Though it would be tiresome walk after a long day of school, I decided to walk. Before that, I went over to

We talked about high-schools, stress, funny puns, and the latest technologies, like Virtual Reality. As her feet splashed against the water from wet concrete, arbitrarily, my friend, Andy, asked me a peculiar question. She said, “What are your opinions on religion and God?” of course, I had wondered about this before, but not as deeply as I did this day. I told her I strongly believe in a God because I am Muslim. She started talking about how the existence of God actually can’t be proven. I agreed with her, but I also said not everything has to be scientifically proven to be true. We talked some more about how religion has caused a lot of wars. We wondered about how the world would be without religion. The fear of God, whether it be Jesus, Allah, Yahweh, etc, has kept many from doing wrong, or what is thought to be