Announcement

Collapse
No announcement yet.

The most Supreme Signs

Collapse
X
  • Filter
  • Time
  • Show
Clear All
new posts

  • The most Supreme Signs

    This thread is meant to spread the word of those who left Islam - in opposition to the thread "The Supreme Sign"
    which is meant to spread the word of Islam written by one of the islamic scholars.

  • #2
    Testimony of Leaving Islam

    My name is Yagmur (it means "rain"). I was born in a rural Turkish village. Generally Turkish women enjoy many freedoms, which our Arab sisters can't even think of. Rural Turkey is a different story. Honour killings take place every day, women don't have much say (if any) in household matters and female employment is out of the question. However, much hard work is done by women because men don't want to strain themselves; women are like cattle or slaves. If your husband tells you to do something, you have to obey.

    My mother was a fairly educated woman, she taught me at home and I even went to school. My hobby was reading books. Through them I learnt different languages and acquired a lot of knowledge. I was a disciplined and obedient girl, unlike my sister who was somewhat uppity. When she was 18, she fell in love with a young man. They both loved each other but he was meant for another girl, thus his parents had decided. Dating is utterly forbidden in Islam, marriages are arranged and often young people meet on their wedding day.

    My sister was rebellious. She dated that young man. Every night she would go to see him. They even kissed and actually their relationship went too far. She got pregnant. At first they planned to run away to a big city where they would be safe. They knew in villages, religion rules and they could be in trouble. Authorities don't care what's going on in rural Turkey. Sometimes imams, mullahs and elders who try to practice Sharia and break the secular state law are punished but usually authorities are more interested in big cities full of tourists and turn a blind eye to what happens in villages. I remember their young faces. I didn't understand the whole situation; I was a little girl. But when I looked at them I could see they were happy. Their happiness made me happy too and I wanted to smile. Instead of eloping, they decided to speak to my father. "Pregnancy is a very good reason to get permission for marriage", or so they thought.

    Alas, my sister had miscalculated my father's love for her and his obsession with his religion. He became furious. Instead of letting the two young lovers marry and build their nest of love, he took her to the religious elders and they ruled that she had committed adultery. She was sentenced to death by stoning. They showed no mercy even for her unborn child. She had stained the honour of the family and the only way to remove that stain was to nip her life in the bud. Her unborn baby was a stain too and that little creature had to be destroyed as well, so my family could live honorably. In the evening before her execution, she came to my room and told me that she would miss me. She was crying and hugged me to her bosom. Then she smiled and said that soon she would see her unborn baby. I was blissfully unaware of her fate, but I felt that something bad was about to happen. I was so scared.

    I still remember her black eyes; she stared at the sky while she was dug into the ground. She was wrapped in white sheets and her hands were tide to her body. She was buried up to her waist. The rabid mob circled her with stones in their hands and started throwing them at her while the roars of "Allahu Akbar! Allahu Akbar!" added to their frenzy. She twitched with pain as the stones hit her tender body and smashed her head. Blood gushed out from her face, cheeks, mouth, nose and eyes. All she could do was to bend to the left and to the right. Gradually the movements slowed down and finally she stopped moving even though the shower of the stones did not stop. Her head fell on her chest. Her bloodied face remained serene. All the pain had gone. The hysteric mob relented and the chant of "Allahu Akbar" stopped. Someone approached and with a big boulder in his hand smashed the skull of my sister to finish her off. There was no need for that; she was already dead. Her bright black eyes that beamed with life were shut. Her jovial laughter that filled the world around her was silenced. Her heart that beat with such a heavenly love for only a short time had stopped. Her unborn baby was not given a chance to breathe one breath of air. He (or she) accompanied his young mother in her solitary and cold tomb, or who knows, maybe to a better place where love reigns and pain and ignorance are not known. These two budding lives had to be nipped so my father could keep his honour.
    She wanted to marry a man whom she loved. She dreamt of wearing a white wedding dress, that there would be a big ceremony, lots of people would be invited and they all would congratulate her, chant merry songs and throw flowers and confetti at her. Yes there was a ceremony, but it was not her wedding. She was dressed in white but that was not her wedding gown. Lots of people came to the party but they came to curse her and to throw stones at her. No music was played and no merry songs were sang; only screams of "Allahu Akbar" filled the air. The only hug she got was from the cold earth in which she was half buried. The only kisses that she received were from the rocks thrown at her, that tore her flesh and broke her bones. They were the kisses of death. She was not united with the man whom she loved but was wed to death. This was a tragedy for my sister's young lover. His life lost its meaning. He got lashes but nothing more. He could well forget about the whole affair and get along with his life, but he didn't. I recall seeing him standing in front of our house every day, as if waiting for my sister to come out and meet him. I could see him crying. I can only imagine that when he was not crying in front of our house he was in the cemetery, crying over the grave of his love and his baby. One day he could no more bear his pain and hanged himself.

    His death was hushed and no one talked about it. Maybe no one cared. He was reunited with his love and his baby. No one can hurt them anymore. No one can separate them from one another again. It is a sad story. But unlike the story of Romeo and Juliet it is a story that is never told. No one talks about those young lovers. No one sheds tears for them. Not only they were buried, their memories were also buried as if they never existed - their tender love was a shame to others - a shame that had to be washed with blood. But the saddest part is that according to Islam my sister deserved that death. The elders were sure she would be burning in Hell for eternity. No, I can't imagine that God can send someone to Hell for loving and for being happy. I can't accept a cruel God.

    Now back to my life. When I turned 18, I was married off to a Turkish businessman from Germany. When I came to Germany I found out that he had another wife. He is not a bad man at all. He is very kind, but he is a Muslim. He doesn't understand why Europeans don't like polygamy, for instance. He doesn't allow us to leave the home. He protects our honour in this strange way. Then we moved to the UK. Here we are even more isolated than in Germany because there are fewer Turks. In Germany we at least could meet our fellow expats. As for my relationship with my husband's first wife, we are friends. There is some rivalry between us, that's for sure. But I am alone and can't meet anyone or leave home. Her life is just as dull and empty as mine. We can't hate each other, we should be friends to overcome our troubles. My co-wife and I are like two cellmates. We only have each other. There is not much room for antagonism or hard feelings.

    I have 5 children, she has 4. She occupies a more privileged position within our family because she has a son. I have given birth only to daughters so far. We are both educated, but she is so obsessed with kids that she has given herself up. I am still trying to grasp at non-existent straws; probably one day I will be freed. I read books, keep myself informed and like to think. She is not remotely interested in reading books or thinking. I am alone. Sometimes I think of running away, but I have 5 daughters. I can neither leave them, nor run away with them. Actually, I am stuck. Even though I left Islam a long time ago, I cannot stop praying or fasting. My husband keeps a rod for the disobedient When I try to protest, my mouth is shut up with quotes from the Qur'an. Islam defines our lives. Isn't it stupid that people live according to a book written a long time ago?

    I am not whining about my life but I do hate Islam. At least I could object to certain traditions but Islam preserved the worst in our culture, reducing women into slavery and keeping them ignorant. What can you expect from an uneducated woman? When I look at my daughters, I pray that they may live in a free world, free from Islam and this slavery.

    Ali Sina from FFI promised to defeat Islam very soon. Ali, please do it. I know sometimes you must feel like giving up. It seems to me you've devoted yourself fully to the good cause of yours. You may feel at times that you will never succeed. I just want to say that you are fighting for women like me. When you despair, think of me and millions of women with similar tragic experiences. Never give up. You are my knight in shining Armour. I just want you to know that I am your keen supporter.

    https://wikiislam.net/wiki/Yagmur_Dursun_(former_Muslim)

    Comment


    • #3
      Testimony of Leaving Islam

      I was born in Egypt to a Muslim family. We came to the United States when I was still mostly a boy so my father could open a business here. My family was and is a very loving one. I think in looking back, that maybe my family was loving because it was liberal in approach to Islam. It was loving not because of Islam but in spite of it. As I grew up we would meet many angry Muslims on occasion. Here at the masjid or there at this or that social function. They were always rare but they did exist. Whenever we would meet them or even hear about Muslim terrorists in the media my father would repeat his mantra about how that has nothing to do with true Islam. I believed my father and so I believed that there was a true Islam which was about love and tolerance.
      As I grew up and went to high school, I started going to the masjid more often - usually once a week or more. I started to notice a trend. Even those who would give the khotba at the masjid seemed to be absorbed with this 'false Islam' that my father gently railed against on many an occasion. I started to become bothered by all the hatred and 'false Islam' being spewed at every khotba on what seemed like every jumah. So one time at the masjid, I decided to inform one angry brother who gave a very hateful speech about true Islam. His khotba praised a man who would wage jihad and be a shahid but didn't pray over a man who prayed but would not be a shahid. This seemed so backwards to me.
      But when I talked to him he became very angry. I found that I was not well versed enough in Islam to defeat him in a debate. Even though he was winning the debate on what is 'true Islam' he still got more angry and began to physically intimidate me and threaten me. Think about how amazing this is! The khateb who spoke that jumah is railing in favor of violence and is then threatening other brothers who disagree - and he is doing the threatening inside the masjid!
      The experience shook me very badly and the man was bigger and stronger than me so I could not win a physical fight with him; plus I abhor violence anyway. I decided I would best him and men like him with my mind - with a superior knowledge of Islam. I was going to immerse myself in study and learn about 'true Islam'. But when I began to study I saw that the Quran was filled with hate and not enough on love. Then I tried to get better understanding from ahadith but they were even worse! The ahadith made the Quran seem light on hate.
      I was becoming very disillusioned with Islam. At the same time, I decided to start exploring other faiths. I fell in love with Buddhism and Christianity. It seemed so common to go to the masjid in any town USA and the khateb would rail against Christians, Jews, America, and even other Muslims. There was all kinds of hate and looking forward to some hoped-for-future in which violence would unseat anyone and everyone they disliked. Then I visit Buddhist temples and Christian churches and it is all about love and the speaker is very polite. Maybe this is not a good argument but it seemed to me like Christianity and Buddhism was more true than Islam. You will know them by their actions. The religion of Islam made many otherwise sane Muslims the way they are.
      So I started thinking about becoming Buddhist or Christian. Maybe Islam is still in my blood because I have to believe in the prophets and God and I don't like idols too much. In Buddhism we were either praying to idols as gods or believing there is no God. Christianity seemed so much more familiar and the sermon on the mount is a teaching after my own heart. There is nothing like it in the Islamic literature. This is also why Muslims resisting oppression all over the world can only resort to horrible violence. They do not have any traditions that will provide a model for non-violent resistance. This is why I think there will never be a Muslim version of Martin Luther King. If there is, it will be in spite of Islam not because of it.

      https://wikiislam.net/wiki/Abdel_Masih_(former_Muslim)

      Comment


      • #4

        Comment


        • #5

          Comment


          • #6
            https://youtu.be/USWz5aqFEEg

            Comment


            • #7
              http://www.faithfreedom.org/a-reform...-end-of-islam/

              Comment


              • #8
                https://youtu.be/LR78-GK6oyU

                Comment


                • #9
                  Muslims leave their religion because of IslamArabic TV and atheismBeyond God
                  The Arab media can talk about atheism and atheists. The big fact is that those atheists are actually ex Muslims; people who studied Islam and rejected it, but the Arab media quiver with fear on handling the proper name. Muslims and their media do not like the name ex Muslims because it means rejection (which implies humiliation) of Islam. Atheism is a universal thing based on denying the existence of God, it does not target Islam in particular, therefore, less insulting. It looks bizarre but true that God is secondary in Islam.http://www.faithfreedom.org/about-th...he-arab-world/

                  Comment


                  • #10
                    At last! Intelligent posts in the Religion & Philosophy Forum. Congratulations, Suna.

                    Comment


                    • #11
                      Originally posted by RogerCarmel View Post
                      At last! Intelligent posts in the Religion & Philosophy Forum. Congratulations, Suna.

                      This video shows us the Prejudies about islam perfectly . I advice you to watch till the end. You will see how he converted to Islam. It is really funny video because he is funny man

                      https://youtu.be/IYMKQKSV0bY
                      Last edited by Lewini; 10-24-2018, 11:11 AM.

                      Comment


                      • #12
                        Originally posted by Lewini View Post

                        This video shows us the Prejudies about islam perfectly . I advice you to watch till the end. You will see how he converted to Islam. It is really funny video because he is funny man
                        It's only a prejudice if it's not true, all bad things about islam are true.

                        Comment


                        • #13
                          Testimony of Leaving Islam

                          Growing up I attended Madrasa and Circular Schools simultaneously in Accra, Ghana. At the time I had so many questions when I compared my Islamic teachers attitude to my Circular teachers attitude.
                          In Madrasa, there was so much anger, unforgiveness, revenge, hostility and compulsion. On the other hand my Circular School teachers demonstrated love, kindness, compassion and gentleness. I found out that Muslims have the same attitude wherever I go as I traveled extensively around West Africa.
                          I moved to Amsterdam in 1980 and then relocated to America in 1982. I noticed similar trend in Muslims and on the other hand the same loving, caring and compassion among Christiansin the West. In America, I started using drugs, ended up homeless in 1996.
                          I was in a homeless shelter in Houston, Texas. I heard sermons about the power of Jesus to save and give life, and life eternal, that was what I wanted, so I made a decision to give my life to Him. I accepted Jesus, studied the Word, went to Seminary and now am an Ordained Reverend living in South Africa and doing the work of ministry.
                          The reason why I am in South Africa is my family started persecuting me, so I had to leave my home. I can honestly say, Jesus has delivered me from darkness and I have peace and hope today and my worst time with Jesus is better than my best time without Him.

                          https://wikiislam.net/wiki/Rev._Ibra..._Former_Muslim

                          Comment


                          • #14
                            Originally posted by Hades91 View Post

                            It's only a prejudice if it's not true, all bad things about islam are true.
                            I don't say that everything are lie what people say about Muslims(not islam) . Islam has no wrong but muslims have problems to represent Islam in their life. Yes, you are right if you see a man doing terrible things with saying: Allahuakbar! Allah will punish them because most people don't know islam because of them....I became angry maybe much more than you when I see this kind of so called Muslims. If you read stories or watch people who understands reality about islam, you will see the reaality behind the curtains. the curtains of ignorance and the other damnable things...

                            Comment


                            • #15
                              the apostate prophet explains why Islam is a problem in itself - not Muslims are the problem. They are the victims.

                              Comment

                              Working...
                              X