"Mommy, does God exists?" My 8 year old self asked my mommy once. "Of course sweetie, God's real. He made the world, the sky, and the sea. He made us, too." My mommy answered as she started combing my hair. I am so convinced that was real. As I've read the bible stories mom bought me, somehow it felt real. God is good. He loved us, he even sent his son to pay for our debts. It feels like magic. After that, I always pray at night, talking to God about how my day went as if he's really listening. Although he's not answering to my countless prayers, still I loved him. He became my bestfriend. Because I believe that he loves us, too.
Of course, I believed that lie. Before. I am now a 17 year-old girl who doesn't believe in God. Some people called themselves atheist, while I, on the contrary called myself an agnostic. Because somehow, a mere grudge from the past is still here.
I stopped walking when I reach the gate of our university. I saw students busy with their lives. Sometimes, I was thinking, do they believe in God?
