Like everyone else, I too struggle to comprehend the meaning of life and my place in the “Grand Scheme of Things”.

As the years pass and experiences accumulate into a collection of blurry images all strangely framed by Polaroid paper, I can’t help but come to the conclusion that it’s all a bit pointless. Religion that is.

Now I could blame Richard Dawkins and his zealously anti-religious campaign or maybe it’s the hilarious muppet show put on my al-Mouhajiroun/Islam4Uk.

But however much vocal media personalities may sway your opinion, ultimately the question of “who am I” can only be answered by ourselves. As a dashingly handsome young Muslim man living in one of the greatest cities on Earth it is not hard to have your resolutely held beliefs smashed to pieces one by one.

Look around your office – can you honestly say they are all going to hell? And if so just what did they do to warrant such condemnation? Do you as a Muslim have the confidence in your belief to walk up to any one of your non-Muslim co-workers and tell them they are destined for eternal condemnation because they showed too much skin? Or rather do you, like the majority of the billion plus Muslims on Earth put your head down, splutter under your breath and proceed to collect your pay packet on Friday.

The question is – have you made a mockery of your faith or has your faith made a mockery of you?

I can’t help but think it’s the latter.