Zakir Naik is annoying.
Not just because he's poisoning the minds of young impressionable children and is a terrorist supporter.
But because he wears goofy sized suits.
Like seriously couldn't one of his handlers take him to a tailor and have them make better fitting suit for him with pants that go past
These are some of the things that Muslims have thought about us Ex-Muslims who have decided to leave Islam. Some of them may sound absurd but bear in mind, they have indeed happened to some of us at some point or another.
1. We are the Anti-Christ or we are a
Isolation from family members and straining of familial ties
This is admittedly the hardest part. We find ourselves at odds between being true to ourselves and our beliefs and not wanting to strain our relationships with our loved ones, the ones whom we have grown up with all our lives, the ones
If you had ask me this question, even five or eight years after the tragic events of 9/11, I would have said “It means nothing, there’s really no difference between being a Muslim and a Ex-Muslim” but lately, this isn’t the case anymore, being apathetic to current events especially those
I guess there is no point in hiding this anymore from my family.
I am an atheist, I'm not sorry about being an atheist but I deeply regret and apologize for lying to everyone about this for over a decade as I didn't think anyone would be ready or accept
In recent months, Singapore has seen an increasing number of Muslims leave Islam. Most of those leaving Islam consider themselves "closet" ex-Muslims. Two Facebook pages run by this community, namely Singapore Ex-Muslim Confessions and Council of Ex-Muslims of Singapore - CEMS have seen a surge in their following. A Facebook group that has been
At The Beginning
I was born to young parents who may be known as “Hippies” of their time. On my mother’s side, mixed marriages were common and religious subjects were never brought up during family events.
Like most Muslim children, I attended Madrasah twice a week. I was molested by one of
The earliest memory of me truly praying was in front of a refrigerator. Yes, really, in front of a humming and very warm fridge (it might be breaking down, now that I think of it). I had an awful nightmare about death. In it, my cousin and I died very
This is the first of a series of testimonies of ex-Muslims or murtads in Singapore. Within the Singaporean Muslim community, a sizeable number of us have had doubts and have started questioning our faith. These are the stories of our journeys.
My story isn’t one of hurt and pain. I was never forced