Terror In Saudi Schools

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For as long as I can remember, I was bullied into being “a good Muslim.”
I am not renouncing my faith or anything, but I have to say that as early as the third grade, I was told stories of a “jinni” (demon) that wore a black veil and stalked those who did not (or forgot to) pray.
But what did it for me, what really scared me into praying regularly (or mechanically going through the motions of prayer, anyway) was the story of a giant snake that slithered into the graves of sinners and crushed their bones into dust. One Islamic studies teacher even swore that there were eye-witness accounts of this snake appearing in open graves out of thin air.

Ofcourse now that I am an adult, I have realized that none of these stories are true. I know now that religion is somewhat subjective, that it is sometimes manipulated to suit some people’s needs (political or otherwise.) I know that these teachers are not to blame, because this is what they were taught by their teachers, and so on.

But the thing is; I’m not quite sure what is to be gained from scaring 10 year olds to the point of insomnia. Perhaps this was someone’s idea of a joke? Or maybe a hundred years ago some sheikhs were sitting around thinking of ways to poison Islam with violent ideologies and pure lies, just because they are crazy evil-doers.
I have been told that children are scared into praying because nothing else will work, and because this is a sure-fire way to get them used to doing it.

At the age of 13, I started praying 5 times a day, everyday, regularly. Sometimes my heart wasn’t in it, but I did follow through with my prayers for five years.
At 18, the jig was up. I did a little bit of research and found that most of what I had been taught was complete bull shit.
At first I was shocked. And then I was agry and confused, and I was also convinced that when it came to my faith, I had been lied to about everything. Everything was a lie, and when it came to my faith, no-one deserved my trust anymore, as far as I was concerned.
A little dramatic, I admit, but still, I think how I felt and what I thought was not out of line. It is a miracle that I am not one of those depressed atheists who will end up killing herself. (Note, I do not in any way mean all atheists are depressed. On the contrary, some of them are delightful. Anyway.)
My point is, scaring me into Islam almost made me quit it.

There are many ways to make children want to pray (other than terrorizing or forcing them.) They can be told about the rewards that await those who pray in the afterlife, or how much of an accomplishment it is to even be a believer in anything in this day and age..
Faith is a beautiful thing. It is a shame to poison it with craziness and evil fanatacism. Afterall, Islam is a religion of peace.