Being an muslim is one of my top 3 most unique and characteristically core identifiers to my being. First being human. Forming bonds with poeple who share these traits should be cultivated and cherished. It's what reminds me of the gratitide I have for the words joyousness and freedom... to their truest sense ofcourse. Which I realised when I initially stopped praying to see if I'd get cancer first or lightening striked. When neither of them happened I thought announcing to my family what I really thought of the 'prophet' saying 'fuck allah' and 'disrespecting' the quran would do it... but all It did was set me free. I've performed social suicide by coming out as ex muslim. I look foward to meeting my new family and friends at CEMB.