This started out as me writing about Islam, politics, life, and all that other fun stuff. Now I’m not a Muslim anymore, so what is it about? It’s still about everything, it’s about being confused and unaffiliated and just sort of admitting that and going from there. I didn’t morph into a Muslim-hating neocon, nor did my basic priorities as such change; just some specifics.
I guess what I’m asking when I’m not writing self-righteous rants or boring you with my music tastes (I still do both a lot) is; What’s real? What’s true? What’s not? I can’t answer those questions as readily as once I could, and I’m willing to bet that for most people reading this, regardless of their philosophical orientation, honest self-reflection would make it a bit harder for them as well.
So anyway, biographically, I’m 27, raised Mormon, was areligious for my teens and early 20s, converted to Islam when I was almost 24 and left when I was almost 27. I like traveling, languages, culture, philosophy, the outdoors, bikes, boxing, cooking, writing, reading, eating, religion, art, music, politics, good beer in small quantities, history, social work, anarchism in small quantities, comics, some other stuff. I’m engaged to someone who sticks by me no matter how weird and hard it gets, and I am grateful to the most high every day that she came my way.
Who are you?