My journey from Islam, to atheism, to Protestantism—and finally home to the Catholic Church
“Now, recite Ayet-ul Kursi,” my religious education teacher bellowed.His bushy mustache twitched as I straightened my back and flawlessly recited the Arabic words. The color of his cheeks changed from pink to red, because he had no other option but to give me full marks. I answered every question and recited every prayer. As far as the Turkish public school was concerned, my knowledge of Islam was impeccable.