ARE PARENTS ALWAYS RIGHT?

ARE PARENTS ALWAYS RIGHT?

In a recent discussion I had with some cyber group, We talked about the idea of being an Atheist and our kids growing up in the 'right way' of God or 'wrong way' Non believers. It triggered my thinking.. I remembered about 2 years ago when i was having an argument with one friend of mine who changed from his Religion his parents had baptized him (Catholic) to Islam. We were one day chatting and he told me he had just come from the mosque to Circumcise his few months old son. I asked him Why could he subject his son to that amount of pain by mutilating his genitals.. He told me as a father, he had to initiate his son to the right and good upbringing which included growing up in a good religion that taught manners. He also said that as a father he know what was right for his kids. Then I asked him... If parents know the right from wrong how come he changed from Catholic to Moslem.. He told me his parents were living in darkness and didn't know the right. I asked him How do u know the religion you are in is what your son would want to associate with?.. From my understanding, there are 98% Chances that the religious people of the present generation belong to certain religious sects because of their parents. The other 2% are for those people who change on the later years. What I mean is.. You are a a Catholic simply because by the time you were born, your parents were Catholics and they introduced you to it when u had no idea what it means and u grew up in it. And consequently, they keep telling you that the religion you are in is the right one and others are wrong. Moslems naturally would not like their daughters to marry non Moslems, because they believe it's their religion that is right. But it's Okay for their sons to marry non Moslem women so they can turn them. Because normally women easily change leaning towards their husbands culture and beliefs except for a few big headed. When I was Baptized, I was given a name by my Dad.. with my curiosity.. I one day asked my Mom what my name really meant.. She never had an answer.. And I couldn't ask my father because we were not that close growing up and u couldn't ask such stupid questions.. HOW DARE YOU?. So since my Mother couldn't explain to me, things didn't make sense the only thing I knew was I was the last Born. So When I reached P.7 and we were filling in the forms for Primary leaving Examinations, in one of the counselling, someone had earlier hinted that names mattered a lot later on in life.. So this was the last chance I had.. I changed my name to what suited me.. I called myself "Tiharihondijo" "There is no one else" Since there was no one else following me. It also had a connotation of No one else apart from God. By that time I was still following my Fathers Religion. As I grew up, many questions kept coming to my head about the god that we prayed for everyday, We never had lot in our family but we could at least grow our own food and get any other basic need. When I was around 8-9 years, in Sunday school they had taught us that we should never use God's name in swearing if we had done something wrong or else God would punish us there and then. One Day I was chatting with my Nephew Bob who was almost my age and I lied to him about something I cannot remember well.. he doubted me but the only way to confirm was if I said 'I swear in God's Name" because I wanted him to believe.. me I said it.. But I was so scared and waited for what will happen to me inn the next few hours.. I wanted to see how God will kill me and burn me in eternal fire.. I spent the rest of the day restless.. But as the day went by I kept forgetting slowly and the next day I was still alive and had forgotten about everything. I realized that actually 'God' couldn't do anything to me. From then, I started lying to kids my age and get away with it by just swearing in God's name. As i grew up, things that were taught to us in Sunday schools couldn't make sense anymore.. They said City in heaven was called 'Jerusalem a city built in Gold and silver and bronze ever shinning' but as we studied more and more, I realized actually Jerusalem was a city in Palestine. fast forward.. I realized these things of God couldn't make sense anymore.. The More I read the Bible and interacted with so called religious people, the further away it pushed me from God.. My father never wanted anyone to argue anything about God.. he would rather slap you than insult his God or ask anything about his God. Today here I am an Atheist. I haven't changed a bit. The life i used to live is the life am still living..