I just told them.
Me:
Sitting in car, with my dad There’s a reason why I haven’t read The Quran, neither the prayers lately. (We just had a big fight about it.)
Dad: Yeah?
Me: I’m Catholic.
Dad: What? You’re, huh!?
Me: I’m Catholic.
Dad: Oh no, what kind of ideas have you made this time.
Me: I have not made any ideas. On Thursday, I did not go to the city hall to speak with the socialist party. I lied. I went to church, and recieved The Euachrist.
Walks out of the door, past my siblings and then head for my aunt’s house about 100 yard away
*As I thought everything was going fine, my dad called me into my cousin’s room at my aunt’s house. *
Me: Yes?
Dad: What am I hearing about your religion? (I had already told my sister, she probably told him when they were walking to the house)
Me: Like, what? I’m Catholic.
Dad: Were did you go on Thursday.
Me: I went to church.
Dad: Son, it is quite normal for people at your age to doubt their faith. I am not angy at you, but what am I going to tell your mother?
Me: You know what? I don’t want to have this discussion. I am, and will forever be Catholic in my heart.
Walk out of the room, heads for the kitchen
*
OK, I had probably given him two heart strokes by then, but only five minutes later he walks into the kitchen, confronting me with his arguments again.*
Dad: You know, it is very common to doubt your religious belief when you reach the age of puberty.
Me: Very well, then.
Dad: Are you really sure you want to be Catholic, what am I supposed to tell your mother when you aren’t praying?
Me: Oh, please.
Dad: Please, what? I do not know what your problem is, but I think you’re confused.
Me: Well, according to you, I am. But I know for sure that it is my right belief.
Dad: Oh, God…
An akward silence then followed… It lasted from the moment in the kitchen, 08:10 PM to approximately 23:30 PM… That’s when we got home from our visit at my aunt’s house.
Dad: Is it your friends that have forced or brainwashed you?
Me: What the F*CK!?
Dad: Yeah, I mean you have some friends that are Catholic.
Me: Oh, please! The decicion I’ve made is mine, and MY OWN.
Dad: Yeh’ right…
Blah, blah, blah, some time passes. My sister decides that she absolutely has to tell my mom, so she does. I’m in my room cleaning my budgie’s cage when I hear whispering voices and arabic “Astaghfirullah”'s (Oh My God) from the living room. Soon after, I decide to watc TV…
Dad: You sure your friend haven’t influenced you.
Me: You know, I can go right back to my room if you want to?
Dad: No, but I’m wondering, has xxx (Friend) influenced you?
Me: No! What the heck is hard for you to understand? My friends are ATHEIST.
Dad: But how did you get involved with The Catholic Church.
Me: It’s not your business to know how, where and when I became Catholic.
Dad: Well, at leats think about it.
Me: What should I think about!? It is my desicion, I have choose to believe in the same God as you, but I have a different view on prayers, saints, Our Lord Jesus, etc.
Dad: You know, our religion has been passed down, generation to generation since the 7th century.
Me: I don’t care whether it is tradition or not. It is my religion. You cannot force me to follow your religion, simply because it is a tradition.
Dad: I told your mom. She is probably going to get nuts. She says that it is a great sin to leave the religion. It only takes one sentence to become a member of the Islamic Community (Ummah).
Me: Good to know, anything else?
Dad: Yeah, you’re leaving the religion of your forefathers.
Me: I don’t want this discussion with you. Good night.
*I then proceeded to walk back to my room, and turn on the computer. And here I am!
Everything went better than expected… I think… Just got to watc out for assains tonight, LOL. Oh Lord, I shouldn’t joke about that… Well, that’s my story.
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