I don’t care what religion anyone is from.

The only important thing to me is that a person is kind and respects others. No matter how much you pray and defend your religion how you treat others is what defines you. My relatives pray every day and steal other peoples property like it’s candy in a bowl. I don’t give a damn about their prayers if they are hurtful people. As for me, I feel guilty for being mean to the people close to me in the past. I was being abused and had no one to help. I was constantly being emotionally and physically abused. That is the reason why I was not mentally stable at times.