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I decided to come on here because I really don't know what else to do at this point. This is the story of my sinful, miserable life. It's truly pathetic like myself.
I am a 19 year old "muslim" man. I put quotation marks around this in no means of disrespect at all, but in disgust that I still consider myself a muslim after the wrong decisions I've made in my life which clearly are against Allah and prophet Muhammad's teachings. I don't deserve to be a muslim.
I grew up with two caring and god fearing parents (well, my mom I can truly say is both) and a big family with 4 brothers and sisters. My oldest sister and father are really the only ones in my family who don't practice Islam thoroughly. I guess you can say my dad tries, but he really can't be taken seriously. During my youth I was always very sad and cried a lot. I really didn't find anything that made me happy, but I hid it well with smiles and laughter. I guess you can say part of the reason is my older brother would never really let me be his friend. Another part would be a sense of sadness that always lied inside me. I can't really explain it. I'd always got into fights with my oldest brother, it got to the point where we stopped speaking when I was about 12 years old and he was 15. I always regretted letting it get that far, because I was the one who stopped speaking with him and he just went along with it. 7 years later, it's still like we're complete strangers at times. Imagine that, your own brother, not talking to him for weeks at a time but he lives in the same house as you. The same thing happened with my dad after we got into a big argument about a year ago which got violent. I stopped speaking with him as well and we now have an awkward relationship. To pile on to this, my oldest sister and I have stopped speaking, I don't remember why. So out of my 7 family members, I only have a relationship with 3 members. It doesn't get better, this is just some context.
In my formative years I always considered myself as an American first. I never really took Islam seriously. As a young kid I was always envious of my friends during christmas time, and I was jealous that they had girlfriends and other american things. I never really understood why Islam was so strict, and I started to become embarrassed when people asked me if I was Muslim. From my appearance alone you could never tell. I have very white skin and brown hair, I even looked the part of a good looking young American. This would all change soon.
When I was 12 years old I was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes. I didn't understand it at the time, nor was I really fully aware of it. This disease would morph into a major part of my depression, as it truly changed the outcome of my life as I learned to realize just recently. Allah had struck down the first major curse on my young life at a very delicate age. I didn't know how to handle it, I cried for hours and hours when the doctors told me how my life would be from now on. In the beginning it wasn't too bad. I learned how to manage my disease well and I was content for 1-2 years. All the while my anger was building up.
As the years passed I started to ignore my diabetes and tried to live a normal life, all the while ignoring my religion as well. I didn't pray, I couldn't fast, I wasn't taking school seriously and hanging out with troublesome friends and doing troublesome things. I was truly the definition of a Muslim by name. The spiritual emptiness of my life had accumulated fast. On top of this I developed very bad skin acne and it would go on to scar and riddle my face, as if Allah was punishing me yet again for ignoring my duties. My depression had rose to its all time high, because not only was my spirit ugly and empty, but now my face matched it too a tee. I found it quite ironic, as if Allah was giving me a sign.
As I sit and type this right now I guess you can say I've hit rock-bottom. I get straight A's in college and I have many friends but I couldn't care less. Allah has struck me with these tests of life and I have failed every one. Now all that's left is a numb man who is surely going to hell. I've come to realize that I don't really have a future in this world. No woman will marry me and I don't blame them, I am just as ugly physically as I am on the inside. I am diseased and will probably die or go blind from my diabetes one day, I have no relationship with half of my family and I have suffered from severe depression and anxiety almost my whole life. I've tried to pray but it doesn't really help me. I also listen to the Quran and it's so beautiful that it makes me cry. My favorite surah is "Qaf" but when the verse about the shayton pleading his case with allah (26. Who has set up any other God with Allah so you twain cast him into the severe torment. 27. His associate devil said, 'Our Lord,' I did not make him contumacious, yes, he was himself in a tar off error'.) i feel like I am who they are talking about and i always cry.
I don't know what to do anymore. I guess your responses won't really help me much but I just wanted to get this all out. I've come to the point where I don't care if i die. In fact, I usually wake up in the mornings very grumpy and angry, probably because I didn't die in my sleep. I wish something could grab me from this depression but I don't think anyone can help me anymore. Every time I look in the mirror I'm disgusted and reminded by my facial scars all the mistakes of my life. I just can't help but to feel angry and wonder why Allah has sent me all these problems because I am truly too weak to handle any of them. I guess if it was all a test then Allah won, I lost. I don't wish the sadness of my life on anyone.
Salam
I decided to come on here because I really don't know what else to do at this point. This is the story of my sinful, miserable life. It's truly pathetic like myself.
I am a 19 year old "muslim" man. I put quotation marks around this in no means of disrespect at all, but in disgust that I still consider myself a muslim after the wrong decisions I've made in my life which clearly are against Allah and prophet Muhammad's teachings. I don't deserve to be a muslim.
I grew up with two caring and god fearing parents (well, my mom I can truly say is both) and a big family with 4 brothers and sisters. My oldest sister and father are really the only ones in my family who don't practice Islam thoroughly. I guess you can say my dad tries, but he really can't be taken seriously. During my youth I was always very sad and cried a lot. I really didn't find anything that made me happy, but I hid it well with smiles and laughter. I guess you can say part of the reason is my older brother would never really let me be his friend. Another part would be a sense of sadness that always lied inside me. I can't really explain it. I'd always got into fights with my oldest brother, it got to the point where we stopped speaking when I was about 12 years old and he was 15. I always regretted letting it get that far, because I was the one who stopped speaking with him and he just went along with it. 7 years later, it's still like we're complete strangers at times. Imagine that, your own brother, not talking to him for weeks at a time but he lives in the same house as you. The same thing happened with my dad after we got into a big argument about a year ago which got violent. I stopped speaking with him as well and we now have an awkward relationship. To pile on to this, my oldest sister and I have stopped speaking, I don't remember why. So out of my 7 family members, I only have a relationship with 3 members. It doesn't get better, this is just some context.
In my formative years I always considered myself as an American first. I never really took Islam seriously. As a young kid I was always envious of my friends during christmas time, and I was jealous that they had girlfriends and other american things. I never really understood why Islam was so strict, and I started to become embarrassed when people asked me if I was Muslim. From my appearance alone you could never tell. I have very white skin and brown hair, I even looked the part of a good looking young American. This would all change soon.
When I was 12 years old I was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes. I didn't understand it at the time, nor was I really fully aware of it. This disease would morph into a major part of my depression, as it truly changed the outcome of my life as I learned to realize just recently. Allah had struck down the first major curse on my young life at a very delicate age. I didn't know how to handle it, I cried for hours and hours when the doctors told me how my life would be from now on. In the beginning it wasn't too bad. I learned how to manage my disease well and I was content for 1-2 years. All the while my anger was building up.
As the years passed I started to ignore my diabetes and tried to live a normal life, all the while ignoring my religion as well. I didn't pray, I couldn't fast, I wasn't taking school seriously and hanging out with troublesome friends and doing troublesome things. I was truly the definition of a Muslim by name. The spiritual emptiness of my life had accumulated fast. On top of this I developed very bad skin acne and it would go on to scar and riddle my face, as if Allah was punishing me yet again for ignoring my duties. My depression had rose to its all time high, because not only was my spirit ugly and empty, but now my face matched it too a tee. I found it quite ironic, as if Allah was giving me a sign.
As I sit and type this right now I guess you can say I've hit rock-bottom. I get straight A's in college and I have many friends but I couldn't care less. Allah has struck me with these tests of life and I have failed every one. Now all that's left is a numb man who is surely going to hell. I've come to realize that I don't really have a future in this world. No woman will marry me and I don't blame them, I am just as ugly physically as I am on the inside. I am diseased and will probably die or go blind from my diabetes one day, I have no relationship with half of my family and I have suffered from severe depression and anxiety almost my whole life. I've tried to pray but it doesn't really help me. I also listen to the Quran and it's so beautiful that it makes me cry. My favorite surah is "Qaf" but when the verse about the shayton pleading his case with allah (26. Who has set up any other God with Allah so you twain cast him into the severe torment. 27. His associate devil said, 'Our Lord,' I did not make him contumacious, yes, he was himself in a tar off error'.) i feel like I am who they are talking about and i always cry.
I don't know what to do anymore. I guess your responses won't really help me much but I just wanted to get this all out. I've come to the point where I don't care if i die. In fact, I usually wake up in the mornings very grumpy and angry, probably because I didn't die in my sleep. I wish something could grab me from this depression but I don't think anyone can help me anymore. Every time I look in the mirror I'm disgusted and reminded by my facial scars all the mistakes of my life. I just can't help but to feel angry and wonder why Allah has sent me all these problems because I am truly too weak to handle any of them. I guess if it was all a test then Allah won, I lost. I don't wish the sadness of my life on anyone.
Salam