Who is an Atheist???

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an atheist is a person who doesn't believe in the notion of the existence of god/gods. Since an atheist doesn't believe in the existence of god, he/she doesn't believe in the theory of creationism or the grand design. The idea of a grand designer is an unfathomable concept and so is the idea of creationism. In contrast to the religious people, atheists believe in science and the proofs that science provide.For instance, creationists believe the universe was created by a supreme being(god) whereas atheists and people of science believe that the universe was created about 13 billion years ago in a process widely known as the big bang. Although it is yet to be proved, everything we know about the universe at present support the big bang theory. Similarly, a creationists believe that humans were created by god . However, evolutionary theory which is now widely accepted says human-beings evolved over a great duration of time.

  Atheists are not god fearing folks. The existence of heaven and hell is a fantasy.However, it doesn't mean they are immoral. In fact , morality is their greatest asset. Their morality is only surpassed by their love towards humanity. An atheist doesn't believe in heaven or hell but they know that earth can be both of these things depending on what we humans in and/or with our life.Neither does an atheist believe in the devil nor in  messiah. But what we do know is that we are our own doom and  savior.
              HUMANITY ABOVE ALL!!

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