Although my parents refused to allow me to join the Muslim Brotherhood group, my father used to deal with the matter rationally and calmly. I was surprised by his his cool reaction until I knew the reason, as he knew I was going to leave this group sooner or later.
At the time my mother was trying to force me to move away from them in a violent confrontational way, even by preventing me from leaving the house, which I didn’t like at all.
My father used to resort to persuasion by convincing me about the bad morals of leaders of the group, showing me that they are a group of hypocrites who use youth as fuel and tools to achieve their personal interests.
Once, I was arguing with my mom when she asked him to intervene, but he said I know he will leave them sooner or later, but I hope he will be sound and safe when he does.
I didn’t expect so, but my father was right and I left them knowing they are just a group of religion traders who don’t care about Islam or the homeland. May God have mercy on my father. It seems that he knew about me more than I knew about myself
