My father was a Christian. A man loved by many, even though he was a bit odd and crazy about the color bright orange. He was a bit wacky. He painted his kitchen a bright orange, the living room a bright red, and the hallway a bright yellow. My mom thought it was a bad idea, but because I am a creative person and respond to color, I thought it was a cheerful place. My father was also very open about religious beliefs. He felt the same as I do, that people are going to go with how they feel and shouldn't feel pressured to follow one or the other. When I told him I had converted to Islam, it didn't even phase him. He had done his own research due to 9-11, and knew that the religion itself was not to blame. Even the pastor at church welcomed it for he knew that even though we don't believe exactly the same, we follow one God. Even now, when my two children are with my mother for the weekend, on Sunday they go to Church with her just for the exposure. Who couldn't love this man?
2007-09-07
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