Personal Anecdotes and Reflections
My father had a very strange relationship with God. He saw God as his father: extremely strict, like a tyrant sitting on a throne somewhere, ready to punish. There was nothing called love in his ideology or religious understanding. It was black and white, really extreme, which was a very unacceptable idea for me. I always wondered, “Is that it? Is that all there is to it?”
One thing still stands out to me and sends shivers down my spine. If anyone did him wrong, he would sit on his prayer mat and loudly curse them—curse the hell out of that person. He would ask God to give them all sorts of cancers, destroy their money, their house, their kids—you name it, he asked for it. It was really unrealistic, as if he was talking to God and God was just writing it all down, saying, “Okay, tell me what you want me to do next.” Of course, none of it ever happened. But if by any chance anything matched, he found it thrilling, believing it was accepted by God, which to him was proof of his purity. The same behavior was found in my grandfather, his father—they did the same thing.
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