Losing my religion
WARNING: CONTROVERSIAL, CULTURAL AND RELIGIOUS CONTENT. NOT FOR SENSITIVE READERS.
Have I lost my religion?
I love book reviews, reading reviews from others as well as writing my own.
I read a lot, I am a fast reader. Today I wish to kill three birds with one stone and review 3 books in one post in the hopes of giving one mom inspiration for a new book to read, just like I find books to read from other’s reviews.
Culture and Religion is right at the top of my Interests List.
I do not wish to discuss my own beliefs. What I will say is that I practice firstly LOVE and secondly GRATITUDE. The number one “rule” that I believe in is not to judge others. Their beliefs, their actions, their parenting styles, them in general.
I’m only human and my actions do not always come from a place of love and this is the root of my sins.
My perception of the teachings in all Religion boils down to the same principle and that is LOVE.
Jesus did not practice Christianity, He practised LOVE. Mohammed did not practice Islam, he practised LOVE. Buddha did not practice Buddhism, He practised LOVE. And so on.
My perception of society in general when it comes to other Religions that they do NOT believe in, is that their perceptions are extremely warped.
I find highly intelligent and educated Christians that believe the majority of Muslims are terrorists. I find Muslims that believe the majority of Catholics are pedophiles.
A person’s Religion does not define them. Not in my eyes any way.
I do not take a person’s Religion into account whatsoever when making up my mind as to whether they are a good person or a bad person, whether I like them or not, whether I’d like to be friends with them or not.
There are after all pedophiles in all churches, mosques, temples, shrines, synagogues, etc.
I have a lot of time and respect for people who can passionately discuss their religious beliefs with me without trying to convince me that their belief is the only belief that will guarantee my transition into the afterlife.
I can learn from those people.
By the time I was 16 years old I knew for a fact that there is afterlife for all that is alive.
I believe what I learnt in the science classroom about energy that cannot be destroyed, but only moved. It is therefore common sense that we are all going somewhere. Where, nobody knows. Heaven, Hell, Purgatory, Jannah, Jahannam, we’re going somewhere.
I have even more time and respect for people who can talk about the fascinating subject of reincarnation.
Some days feel like life on Earth is Heaven! Some days, Purgatory.
The 3 most interesting and enlightening books I have recently read, in no particular order are;
Princess More Tears To Cry by Jean Sasson
The Colour of Rape by Riette Hugo
Cult Sister by Lesley Smailes
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Princess More Tears to Cry
This is actually the sequel to the Princess Trilogy by Jean Sasson which I haven’t read, but it’s in my bookshelf and up next. It’s a true story of life behind the veil in Saudi Arabia.
The Princess shares a whole lot of secrets and insights about her life in the Royal family in Saudi Arabia as well as those of ordinary citizens. I was captivated by this book and read it in two days during our December holiday.
About the author:
New York Times Best Selling Author Jean Sasson is considered to be a voice for Women of the Middle East. I can relate to Jean as she has a great curiosity for foreign countries and culture. I myself lived in the Middle East for two years and built really interesting friendships. I believe that it is conducive to one’s spiritual growth to make friends with people who have a different first language, different beliefs, different culture.
Sasson traveled to Saudi Arabia in 1978, married her husband Peter Sasson in 1982 and they remained there until 1990. Sasson worked in the King Faisel Specialist Hospital in Riyadh and befriended members of the Royal Al-Saud family. She developed a great friendship bond with Princess Sultana.
Sasson’s work has sparked some serious controversy.
I feel inspired by Sasson’s books.
The Colour of Rape
This book blew my hair back! I read it in an afternoon.
It is based on a true story about Maria, a young white Boer girl, a child in fact, who married an Indian man much older than herself, had seven children and eventually became a respected and loved member of the Muslim community.
In the 1900s it was not uncommon for poor white farmers to sell girls to the Indian merchants who believed that their next generations would be better off with lighter skin.
Men also often became violent with their wives when they gave birth to girls instead of boys, not knowing back then that the sex of a child is in fact determined by the sperm produced from the father before the mother even starts nurturing the zygote to a fetus.
About the author:
I know Riette personally. She is a teacher in Cape Town. In my opinion one of the best teachers in the country, maybe even the world. She is a mother of four and her daughter Jeanne and I went to school together. Jeanne is a very talented artist and the cover of this book features one of her self-portraits, a perfectly good illustration of what Maria could have looked like.
I am inspired by both Riette and Jeanne Hugo.
I am currently still busy reading this book. It’s taking a while to get through it, as I’m not so intensely captivated as with the other books but I’m still very much into it. Sometimes it’s not so much about the story, but also the way in which the book is written that blows my hair back.
This book is also based on a true story. It’s about Lesley’s journey of a decade in one of the world’s most secretive cults.
She went to the States for a gap year. I can relate to this as I went to the UK on a two-year working holiday visa after school, her story can happen to anyone and I am overwhelmed by gratitude as I flip through the pages.
Lesley became part of a sect, married to a man she hardly knew and allowed only minimal contact with her family. Despite rape, home births and forced abortion, her belief was unshakeable. Until she was faced with the terrifyingly real threat of losing her children.
About the author:
Lesley Smailses is from Port Elizabeth. She was in my opinion a perfectly normal teenager, a troubled teenager. I believe that all teenagers are troubled in one way or another and she embarked on a journey after school, possibly to find some inspiration for what it was she wanted to do or was meant to do.
The Universe is always in perfect order and I like to believe that her mission was accomplished. She went on this journey to write a book and inspire others. She is certainly an inspiration to me.
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Another book I bought recently, but didn’t end up reading was Proof of Heaven by Dr. Eben Alexander. If I am not captivated by a book by the end of the first chapter then I don’t waste my time by pulling teeth to get through it. Life is too short to read shitty books. That said, one mom’s trash is another mom’s treasure.
This book was written by a Neurologist who writes about the afterlife during a Near Death Experience. I can relate to this as I too have experienced the blinding light among other things in the afterlife during my own Near-Death Experience with bacterial meningitis at the age of nineteen.
I hope that a mom has read about a book that she is keen to read.
With Love and Gratitude,
*This is not a sponsored blog post, none of the authors featured in this post carried any knowledge of this review prior to publishing. All books were paid for in full by myself.
*English is not the first language of the author