Salaam alaikum
I was born a Muslim, but I don't consider myself one until I had hit the age of 11, that's when I found Allah and had strive to please him. By the age of twelve I went to an Islamic school, and they taught many hadiths, and even at the age of 12 I could see the faults in them but I accepted it anyway, hoping to become a better Muslim. It's funny cause I was encouraged and discouraged to read the Quran. I was trained to know that quran is only for Scholars and to stop wasting my time, and I always blindly followed the sheikhs. I notice since then I became more judgmental and domineering.
I left that school when I went to high school, and I'm ashamed to say I dropped Allah from my life since. Three years later, I saw a lecture about the day of judgment and I had this horrible fear within me, and I started to cry throughout it all, and begged Allah to help me. I was on my A-game after that, I prayed on time, I was nicer, I tried to stop listening to music, I was everything that I wanted to be, and I was happy.
This all changed when I was listening to my favourite sheikh, Khalid Yasin, and he was talking about how to beat your wife... I, being the hardcore feminist that I am, was of course shocked by this, so I listened to him and I was extremely angry. So then I researched and came up on a Quran translation that states that you should beat your wife if they act up ( I found later this was twisted and wrong translations of the verse). This got me to research everything in Islam and the more information I got the more sad I was. I was at my lowest point, I went to sleep crying for days. I thought that Allah made me as a tool for men; that I wasn't as loved by Allah. I was seriously thinking of leaving Islam and becoming agnostic, subhanallah.
Every time I questioned something I was basically shut down. So this encouraged me to leave Islam; though I prayed for Allah to guide me. Then I stumbled upon people who said that hadith were fabrication and nonsense, I read it and they had some valid points, then I read the side of people that believe in hadiths; their argument was weak. So then I realized that every issue I had with Islam all came from the hadiths. I... was relieved but I still thought hadiths were effective. Then I was hit with a distant memory of my sister mentioning Muslims called quranists. I searched them and I was pleased to find things that honestly made sense, a large number of hadiths never made sense to me at all. I studied this for a few weeks but then I started to become afraid. What if I was going down the wrong path? Was I accepting this cause it pleases me? I was in doubt for days.
I was always told that the Quran was complete, but you need hadiths because it gives more info. ... what? That would be contradictory, then wouldn't the Quran be incomplete? Then I found that the prayer is explained in the Quran, wudu is explained, Zakat and Hajj were explained. The Quran is complete. What is the use of hadith to be honest? Then I came to the conclusion that God's words trumps everything, and if I followed hadiths I would be following man. After this acceptance, I felt darkness has been removed from my life.
Tbh how does cutting my nails or walking or sleeping like Prophet Mohammed (PBUH) help me get to closer to Allah. What is the relevance of knowing a Shaytan is pissing in my mouth when I yawn. I don't understand.
When I told people about my new found discovery I was greeted by hostility and rudeness, and even since then a friend has told me that I should just leave Islam if I was doing this. How quick of you to say I'm not a Muslim and going to hell, I guess this is the way it is.