Long story. My faith in Islam came about for silly reasons that you can't imagine a person like me accepting, and if my faith had to rest on those things then I would have stopped being Muslim long ago.
When people build a bridge they pile a lot of old bricks in the river first, or make a poor wooden frame to hold it up. Then they put the clean-cut stone and the smooth paving over the top. When they knock down the wooden frame or take away the pile of old bricks, the bridge stays intact. It holds itself up without support.
My faith was built like this bridge. I never had a heart of stone, a good solid reason for becoming a Muslim. But even after all the lies and garbage people had built me on were washed out by the water, I still stayed firm and dry.
In these past few months my faith has weakened catastrophically. It probably won't last much longer. But that bridge, that bridge between me and God that was built all those years ago, that will never break.