I had a dream once.
I severed my father-in-law’s limbs and flew his body like a kite.
His face was peaceful, smiling — like a father watching his child play.
That dream didn’t scare me. It comforted me.
I knew then that my mind was not clean.
So I wrote a novel.
Insane Entities — that’s its title.
It mocks God.
It twists salvation into something grotesque.
A Christian on Goodreads called it blasphemous.
They were right.
It’s soaked in blood, laced with violence.
It’s not pretty. It’s not easy. But the darkness is real.
I’m an atheist living in a Muslim country.
To some, I’m a Christian. To others, just a liar.
I’m not successful. I’m not beautiful. I’m not loved.
I don’t love life, and I don’t trust people.
This isn’t a marketing campaign.
It’s a scream.
Would you read something born from a mind like mine?