"Our separation began in 1992, when my questioning of Islam became too much for this devoted Muslim leader to bear. He refused to entertain my doubts and concerns and was enraged that I would dare challenge Mohamed or Allah or our once shared devotion. As a result, I distanced myself from this man and he from me. My father spent many years hoping I would come to my senses and resume my place of honor as a righteous believer. That was never going to happen. He once asked me, "You say Islam is wrong and that it is not the truth. So, what is the truth?" Oh, how that question tormented me! I had no idea what the truth was or where to find it. I was completely lost. I knew there was a Creator and there was a God somewhere--but where? and Who? Finding the meaning of life was the one quest above all others driving me."--Jacket flap