I finally gave up on God. Not because I wanted to. But because I tried again and again to believe, and it slowly stopped making sense. I prayed for things. I begged. I asked with hope. But most of the time, nothing happened. Some good things did happen in my life. But honestly, those things came because of hard work, not prayer. We work day and night, we struggle, we stay consistent—and when success comes, we say “God did it.” But it was our effort. Our pain. Our discipline. When my father was sick, I completely broke. I cried in front of God. I prayed more than ever before. I truly believed God would save him. But God didn’t. My father died. After that, I couldn’t lie to myself anymore. If God exists and still does nothing, then what is the point? To me, God felt like someone who only watches—silent, distant, doing nothing. So for me, God does not exist. Or even if God exists, He has no power to change things. For me, hard work is God. Hard work gives results. Hard work changes life. ...