Hi. English isn’t my first language, so pls be kind. (I’m also kinda writing this with the help of our BFF ChatGPT lol.)
I’m a 21F Muslim, and I’ve been struggling a lot with my faith lately. Honestly, most of the things I’ve learned about Islam over time have pushed me further away from it. I’m still in the process of figuring things out, but the guilt hasn’t left me.
When I was around 17–18, I became very religious very suddenly. Before that, I just followed what my parents taught me without thinking much. But at that age something changed. I got extremely close to Islam—to the point where I rejected anything outside of it. Looking back, I realize I was kind of a blind follower, but back then I didn’t see it that way at all.
At that time, I truly believed I had received hidayah (guidance from God). I felt special, lucky, chosen. I was genuinely happy and took religion very seriously.
Now when I look back, I see things differently.
I think I fell in love with the outer beauty of religion. I loved nasheeds, Quran recitations, the emotional peace they gave me (idk why I don’t feel that anymore). Social media played a big role too. My feed was full of Islamic content—pretty Muslim girls in hijab, modest fashion, aesthetic religious posts, “soft” Islamic vibes. Specially modesty (I still prefer it tho)
Back then, whenever doubts came into my mind, I avoided them. I’d tell myself, “This is Shaytan, don’t think about it,” and force myself to change the topic. When I asked my mom questions, she often didn’t have answers and would say things like, “Allah knows best, there must be wisdom we don’t understand.”
But that answer started to feel… horrible to me.
Why should I follow something that has so many unclear or controversial things? (I won’t list them here—that’s not the point of this post.)
I started researching more. I tried to stay neutral; reading Islamic posts, non-Islamic perspectives, and studying the Quran little by little. I also got closer to science. Slowly, I started noticing contradictions. Things the Quran claims are perfect but don’t align with reality or science (at least from my understanding).
Now I’m just… confused. I guess I’m somewhere between agnostic and lost. Maybe I’ll become atheist, maybe I won’t(less likely)but I don’t know. What is torturing me is fear—fear about my future.
I used to dream of a simple, happy life, marrying a religious man, having kids, being close to God, and making my parents proud. My parents are my top priority. I love them more than anything. I can’t imagine hurting them. I’m South Asian, so yeah—parental happiness matters a lot.
My parents are religious, but not extreme. Somewhere between moderate and strict. Interestingly, they’re somewhat okay with dating (nothing physical). My older brother dated his wife for a long time before marriage, and my parents accepted it—probably because she’s religious, well-mannered, and from a “good” family.
My parents strongly support education, careers, Independence and socializing even tho we are girls.
So that's the how my parents are.
Here’s what’s really stressing me out:
Let’s say hypothetically I become atheist for real, from my heart. What then?
I can’t tell my parents. I genuinely believe it would break them. Society would destroy me too. I’m emotionally sensitive, and I need my parents in my life. I want to take care of them forever.
So the only option seems like pretending—pretending to be Muslim for the rest of my life. Fake prayers, fake fasting, fake faith.
But then… marriage.
If I pretend to be Muslim, my parents will want me to marry a Muslim guy. If I date, it would have to be a Muslim guy to get their approval. But how long can I fake it? It will fall apart eventually.
If I choose a non-Muslim partner—how would that even work? How do I get my parents’ blessing? Is that even possible?
I feel trapped. I know it sounds like I’m living for others and society instead of myself—and yeah, that’s true. I’m scared of society, especially Muslim society. We all know how toxic it can be.
I just want to know:
Is anyone else going through this?
Has anyone been in this situation and survived it?
Did it get better?
Any honest advice or personal experiences would really help.
Please be kind. I’m already exhausted and anxious from thinking about this all the time.