How we all doing 2day?
I just wanted to start a post disscussing the aftermath of comming out about your apostasy - I think it would give insight to those who are about to do it themselves.
I had come out to my family about my apostasy last year, and the specticle has gone on ever since. It started really simply too! I was fighting with my family (yet again) about my choice in men (my then fiancee was non-muslim) and my Dad was going on and on about how muslims 'don't do this' and 'muslim girls don't marry christian men' and I just go so angry and frustrated that I screamed 'I'm not muslim'. I swere, that is one moment and feeling in my life I will never ever forget. I was breathing so hard and my whole family were just staring at me in disbelief. It seemed like hours - but it was only a couple of seconds, when my Dad then proceeded to snap and tell the rest of my family not to talk to me ever again. My mother was howling and my brothers told my Dad to 'chill' and that 'not talking to me wasn't going to bring me back.'

What proceeded then was the worst year of my life filled with emotional blackmail and mental tourture.They constantly sprung different people (scholars and sheiks) on me to try and ''talk' to me about my 'confusion' and try to get me back on track. Even though I did hold up my own, it's just not a good feeling never knowing when someone might come through your door ready for a debate and you're just sitting in bed reading Harry Potter in your PJs eating chocolate.
I had to be mentaly prepared and ready 24/7 - there was no rest time, no Harry Potter, no chocolate! My mind had to be continuously ready for 'battle' and hard core debate. It may not sound like much, but let me tell you, it is exhausting and stressfull to be constantly on edge like that. Not to mention extreamly emotionaly draining.
It doesn't help when all your aunties and uncles (I've got like 20 of them) come in one at a time to tell you what a bad person you are for doing this what a ungrateful little snot you are blah blah. It didn't help that my cousins were either batting along with their parents or too chicken to even talk to me. One of my cousins, who I also considered to be my best friend, clicked it and told me that she can't talk to me and that I'm hell bound, yada yada yada. And the funny thing is she new all along about my apostasy - she just said what she said to save her reputation infront of the family...lovely
I knew my parents were religious but I thought that they were also very level headed. I definantly did not expect them to react the way they did, I thought they were more logical than that. I thought at the very least I would have my brothers comforting me...but nope. In the end I got married and not 1 family member attended my wedding (and I've got like 60 people in my family).
It's ok though because it showed me something - when crunch time came, they wern't there for me. They are so hung up and paranoid about this ideology that they disowned their own daughter and lost every bit of respect I ever had for them. It occured to me that they are not dependable because when push comes to shove and I need them, they will always think of themselves and 'whether or not they will be going to hell if they did this' before they take their first step. This ideology has made people paranoid.
Despite all this I can't tell you how great it feels to break from the chains and and have the truth release me! It's like everything that I went through was so worth the effort in the end. And now when I look back on what happened last year I can only laugh.

Rock on
