Previously I owned up to the deep disquiet I’ve been feeling about my faith; how I suppressed it, and how I tried to reignite my conviction. But my quest only unearthed more reasons to hold it in question. This wasn't a dip in devotion - it was a derailment.
Zealous muslim converts strike out for Syria in droves answering the Islamist call to jihad, but this one’s eyeing the back door...
The lurid imagery of the waiting virgins apparently began with Hindu Tamils in Sri Lanka and isn't even found in the Qur'an.
As someone who became a muslim by choice I look around sometimes and think “What have I done?” So much of what I researched and felt a connection with is misrepresented in the world. Did I misunderstand? Was there something I missed?