
How Religion Bury My Family into Poverty
I was born into a highly religious family. I had no choice but to attend church services ever since I can remember until I graduated from college and got a job. It took me 28 years to figure out how to finally free myself from that eternal prison, but still, part of me is being tortured on a daily basis until today.
I respect the creativity of founders of every religious organization for discovering a business that would give their families a steady income for generations to come.
I, however, feel pity for people who have to deal with their own financial burden while chasing that so-called eternal life.
Ever since I can remember, our family was one of the poorest in our neighborhood. We are six siblings and my father has no regular job. I am the youngest in a family of six sibling...