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When I was 13 years old, my uncle asked me why I did not believe in God. After replying that I wasn’t sure what I believed, I was told that if I didn’t believe in God, I was going to be condemned to an eternity of damnation, burning in hell’s fire.

As aware as I am that not every religious believer is of this mind set, or would say something so brazen to a young girl- ever since I have been rather wary of organized religion. I instead consider myself as an agnostic, which is someone who believes in a higher power, but that he/she/it is unknowable.

My believe however is not a popular one, and is often met by judgmental or odd looks when I say something regarding my faith. At 22 years old, I am still not entirely sure of what I believe in: God, Allah, Buddha, a spirit in the sky, or even nothing at all. But it is my hope that whoever is master of the universe will in the end not damn people because they didn’t go to the proper place to worship, or called him/her/it by the proper name- but rather look at the effort that was put forth in trying to be a good human being.