I sleep well at night knowing that Jesus of the Bible was a dark skinned man from the Middle East with hair like wool, not some frail weakling with blonde hair and blue eyes as he is painted in so many churches in the West. Such a beautiful region of the world with such beautiful people. May Allah continue to bless the Middle East and her people. The cradle of civilization, religion, and culture.
After attending church and visiting multiple churches I can say that I have never seen a picture of Jesus with blue eyes and blonde hair. Always darker skin, dark brown hair, and brown eyes with broad shoulders and hands that looked like he worked for a living.
Not that it matters either way.
Ishmael and his offspring was given a promise by God because he was from the seed of Abraham (however you want to spell his name) and the rest is history to this day. Isaac was given a promise as well.
Where you were born and/or raised has significant bearing over what you were taught to believe imo and I dont judge anyone who doesnt believe in Jesus. The mass murdering of people for their nonbelief is unreal regardless of who is doing it. It's wrong and will need a verdict when judged.
With that being said, the question remains, do we accept Jesus's death on the cross of death and spilled blood as the
sacrifice for our sins or not. It's not a hard question to answer. Yes, I'm not sure, or no.
None one is perfect. So on the day we take our last breath, whether we have an idea of that approximate day due to a terminal sickness or our wife or husband finds us dead in the recliner (like happened to a guy I know that retired and about 10 days later died at 63 yrs of age watching TV) it is a for sure issue, we will die, forgiven or not.
On that day all arguements will stop. Life will terminate here and eternity will begin. The question will be answered for those who dont believe. The gun had 3 bullets loaded in a 6 chamber revolver and we personally pulled the trigger. Such a bad gamble considering the odds. I never knew how bad until I bottomed out in my conscience until one day when I was made to see the futility of my life and what I would lose if I continued on that path.