The Reason I left Islam
04 Dec. 2003
I thought it might be a nice idea to write a testimony of my leaving Islam, at Least so that other people might benefit from it. I should probably introduce you to myself, my name, or my alias, is Ahboo. It is silly, but it is easy to type, just an anagram of my real name.
I live in a Muslim middle eastern country which is not Egypt, this narrows it down a bit, but you don't want these details at all, suffice it to say all my friends are Muslims, and all my family members are Muslims, and at this point In time (December 2003), my future-wife is also a Muslim.
I am nearly 20 years old, and I study biology, MY NATIVE LANGUAGE IS ARABIC, and I speak it much better than many people do. The reason I left Islam? That a complicated story! But let me make some things clear first.
I am not like many ex-Muslims, most of them convert in and out of Islam, and those who had been Muslims all their lives had lived in secularized countries.
One thing I had always thought about was, if the truth
was obvious, why then couldn't people come and sit together and agree?
Why would there be people who vehemently defend the un-defendable? Why
are there factions in science and Society… and religion?
I know these words might be read by Muslims, and I want them to know I am human too, although I am not a Muslim anymore, but you should consider what you read, don't shut the door, and "just know" I am wrong, so many people shut the door nowadays, and that is the reason of all trouble in the world. I was a strict Darwinist, an evolutionist, and whenever people asked me whether I "believed" in evolution, I'd say "what? Are you kidding? OF COURSE I do." And the interlocutor would go like !!!!!".
I never thought that there could be people, who had views of their own, or who even dared discuss science with such ignorance, I never defended my views vehemently, but I expected people to treat the holder of ideas with respect, people don't "disagree" with the theory of relativity just because they don't like it.
The problem was I never realized evolution had so many radical results and consequences, or that religion was so much opposed to it. People just won't let go. And then I started my research for the truth, or the so called truth, and I found this site (FFI). At first I dismissed this site as biased, or at least I could find "counter-arguments" to anything said here. But then again, was I too an apologist?
I wrote things in the forum, under this name, and that was when I really started to doubt Islam, and the story is related there much better than I can relate it now.
I must say that western ex-Muslims are much luckier than I am, for they have some set of beliefs, a thing to hold dear, while I have nothing, all that is around me is Muslim. All the people I know are Muslims, and I feel terribly lonely at times. But it comes and goes, so does the anger and the feeling of betrayal. At some points I want to scream and let them all know I am not a Muslim, and I am not afraid of being an apostate, but fear for my family from being hurt stops me, and maybe fear of alienation, I would be truly an alien then, a "not from us" being, someone you can cast stones on and kill without fear of punishment, it may not go as far as death, but social death is destined.
Today, some ignorant fools "challenged" me to "prove" Evolution. How lame the proofs they used, how stupid. I told them that god "created” man through evolution, and still..., they believe that Adam and Eve were real. That they were 30 meter tall as it is written in the hadith.
sometimes question my sanity. Am I the wrong one? Or is something wrong
with the world, I can't be right. With so many people against me, I
mean, the truth is obvious, so why won't people believe?
Someone even started pulling me, I got angry and nearly began a fight, and this was one of my best friends, I only have 5 good friends, and I was alone discussing with them today. Hell, if god existed, couldn't he have made his existence clear? But now I know in the depths of my heart he does not exist. There may indeed be a "creator", as in a "reason for existence of our world", but a god who answers prayers and helps the poor? The bitter truth, or maybe this is the forbidden fruit, or forbidden knowledge.
I don't want to feel sad anymore, but these are the last points I want to mention
1. If there is anyone like me, please inform me of your existence, I wish to physically see an atheist or even an agnostic. Here are my emails: email@example.com firstname.lastname@example.org, I always reply if I get the Message. (You can also PM me on FFI).
2. Below is a testimony I wrote when I was feeling frustrated to ISIS, but I never sent it. So it might as well be useful. I don't write coherently, I know. But this all I could manage. English is not my native language and it feels awkward a little.
3. If any Muslim wants to write to me, in order to convert me back, then he (or she) is welcome. I never close my mind to new ideas. Who knows, I might well have been lulled/hypnotized by Zionist agents.
4. If any other fellow biologist wants to read about atheism, then I recommend Richard Dawkins, the www.world-of-dawkins.com site is great, also are his books. You have of course read the origin of species.
5. If you are one of my Muslim friends who know me
personally, and who could deduce who I really am, then all I have to say
is "please don't spread this around, but tell me you know, this
will cause my parents and relatives to be rejected, and you don't want
to hurt them so much. I am not stupid enough to go public, but if you
do, I'll kill you. (That is not to be taken literally. I don’t kill
people. It is just an expression)
The ISIS testimony written in the form of self interview.
Were your parents religious?
Yes, they are religious, but they don't practice or perform prayers all the time. Only occasionally!
2. What was their mother tongue?
Arabic, I live in a Muslim Middle Eastern country, which is not Egypt.
Did they know Arabic?
Of course they did. They only speak Arabic.
How often did they go to the Mosque?
I don't remember seeing them in a mosque, but I'd say a couple of times in my lifetime.
Education: did you go to Kuranic school?
No, I went to a regular school, there are no Kuranic schools around here, they are a relic from the past.
Do you understand Arabic?
Yes, perfectly. It is my native tongue.
Did you read the Koran? Did you understand it?
Parts of it, I memorized about 20% of it in school, when I was a kid and I was taught religion during high school.
When did you start questioning religion? Islam?
When I was 18, I studied biology in school. And it just felt funny how people kept saying Darwin was a Jew, Darwin was a deceiver, Darwin was so and so..
So I decided to find the truth for myself, and one thing led to another.
Was there someone who encouraged you in your free thought?
No, and I take pride in that.
Were you influenced by any book?
Yes, books by Richard Dawkins, and the origin of species (I still can't find an Arabic version, nor a paper English version).
11. Were free thought books
available to you at home? In town? At friends’?
No, they were not.
Do your parents know about your present feelings?
No, and I don't intend to let them know.
Does anyone else in your family or circle of friends know?
No, no one knows. It is suicidal to declare that kind of thing in a Muslim society.
What do you think would be their reaction?
Whose reaction? No one knows. It's a well-kept secret.
Do you feel threatened?
No, I'm too smart to tell anyone.
Have you been attacked physically for your beliefs?
How would you describe yourself now?
This is just a rephrasing of stuff I had written on www.faithfreedom.org,
Hmmm. I guess leaving a religion you have grown into secretly, is a traumatic experience. I used to think people who spoke of "mental pain" and "psychological wounds" were sissies. But some of these wounds can be deadly. I survived, but it is not easy abandoning a lifetime myth. I still want to believe that it is true, although I know that it isn’t?
is strange, how you change your view of things. It is like losing the
grip of the tree you have been hanging to amidst a storm. My initial
reaction was anger, blinding rage… who did this to me? Who is
responsible? I needed a name, someone I could strangle to death with my
hands and watch his face twitch in agony as the darkness clasps on him.
I still feel the rage, for I want to believe someone is to be blamed. I
lost my peace of mind.
The most agonizing thing is that no one knows what I go through. They still believe unquestioningly, pray and go on with their lives. I can say nothing.