Doubt is the natural condition of mankind. Certainty gives us horrors for the most part, like islam. They are just as certain as you that killing a kaffir will send them to heaven in a suicide attack.
Doubt. That’s what’s important.
Doubt is fine when it’s present.
Despite my certainty, I do not advocate innocent Muslims, so your comparison is a little bit offensive, wouldn’t you say?
Don’t get me wrong. I’ve had my doubts; I may again. I may even be wrong. But at some time, you have to decide what you believe. You have chosen one way: I have chosen another. One day we’ll find out. That is, unless the “when-you’re-dead-you’re dead” people are right.
And then it won’t matter, will it?