Sweetness and Sufferings: I'm free!

Thursday, November 26, 2009

I'm free!

Please read my testimony first if you have not read it yet: Sweetness and Sufferings: About Me

With all the blessings and prayers from every member of the FFI, I am glad and excited to let you know that I am finally free. I took the best chance I got and ran away from my parents. It was a huge risk, but I had no choice. Once I changed my name and identity, I made my way to another country and found a family who welcomed me.

During my phone calls, my father tried to justify his behaviour for 'punishing' me. He even had the cheek to claim I dressed indecently during the times I was so-called 'free'. In reality, I dressed very decently with long jeans and t-shirts. When after days I still hadn't returned home, he started threatening me that it's either I return home or never at all and that it was my last chance. I laughed thinking how happy I would be if he left me just like that after I hung up.

Anyway the terrible days are over. Right now I'm in a new country with my new family and yes I'm very happy indeed. Even their dog has welcomed me. -Smiles- I have all my thanks go to Ali Sina and all FFI members for supporting and wanting to help me. The encouragement you all gave me during my ordeal times was so necessary to lift my hopes. So thank you so much Ali and all members for your support and encouragement. -Smiles-

The above post is also posted here: Comment #26038 - Sweetness and Sufferings | Islam | FaithFreedom

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.November 26, 2009 at 6:01 AM
wow!
happy for your new life!
you will have the chance to be truely human fron now on!
Life can be so beautiful!
Let's pray to all those that cannot walk away and have the chance to be treuly free
God bless you
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SitaNovember 26, 2009 at 1:13 PM
Hi, I had read your testimony on FFi and am really glad to know you are free,finally.Akll the Best in all your endeavours.
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.November 28, 2009 at 2:22 AM
Hello, thank you for your last comments on my blog...
actually I'm quite low-tech, and have not enough time to investigate in order to enhance (with the advices you gave me) the visibility and ergonomy of the blog...actually I would like to link your blog to mine and as you said...to have some labels added (or rss)...well..I'll try to advance during this week end...thank you for your advices and God bless you always!
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KrishnaDeverayarDecember 21, 2009 at 8:57 PM
Hi, I am a Singaporean too. A 27 years old hindu by the way.I came here after reading your testimonial from Wikiislam. I have read many testimonials from faithfreedom but never from a singaporean, especially an Indian Muslim. You speak Tamil i guess.( A bit Surprise coz indian muslim have many times ridicule Hindus god and traditions)The Fact is all Indian muslims and indian christians were Hindus before. You should read India's History to see how your poor ancestors were converted and tortured by Arabs, Turkey and Moghuls.
I can't believe even in a country like Singapore there was an family living a Arabian Traditional way. Glad that you have left
that 'Religion of Peace' to be frank Islam is everything but Peace.
Ali Sina is a gem. So is M A Khan from islam-watch.com.
From now on I will check your website for updates for any islamic news. As your an Indian, my personal suggestions, write more incidents from India. Thank you.

Wherever you are, since your a fellow singaporean, I wish you luck in whatever you do.
Take care

From Krishna

Take Care
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About Me

[Click here to read my full story.] »
[And here to read my update.] »

I am a 22 years old girl born in Singapore. My parents are both Singaporean, but very strict Muslim followers. As I grew their strictness started to go out of hand as they started disciplining me in just about everything. I was allowed no freedom outside as well as within the house. When my parents found out, about me talking to a guy, when I was 14, my mother scold me and even called me a prostitute. My parents were absolutely over protective. Every time I wanted to go out, my friend had to beg for me before they would finally agree.

Everything they did, small hurting words scarred me deep and I became depressed. The jagged lines I have left upon my wrists prove how badly I had accepted things, as I reopen wounds. At 20, I walked out of Islam, not feeling any connection with it any longer. I didn’t want to be like them. I don’t want to refrain from learning and exploring things. For two years I hide myself until the day came that I reveal the truth to my parents and ran away from home. I returned but not before I made them promise me that they would not force me to change and be someone I don’t wish to be.

A friend of mine visited my house during this time and my dad raised his voice and said it out loud enough for me to hear, “I am very angry with her! I would have smashed and killed her if not were for her mother!” After a month of a small amount of freedom allowed, I was locked up in my house. My father had a thick walking stick in his hand and he waved it at my face, almost hitting me, saying that this was his decision and not my mother’s. He said, ‘You are my daughter and I will do what I want!’

My friend called the police. But the policeman told me to listen to my parents and pray and be good. He didn’t stand to hear me out. During the time I was held captive, my parents brought me to go see this particular medicine woman of their own group (Jemaah). It was she who told my parents to send me to the ‘Jail’. I cried hard knowing that once I enter, I might not even return home, for truly I didn’t want to change my faith. It took almost two months before they sent me to Malaysia and during those two months. I started to embrace Islam and hoping that by doing so I could find freedom. What I found was far from freedom.

After returning back to Singapore I read through his letters that he had emailed me for two weeks that I was gone and through his mails he sent about the faults discovered in Islam. Ever since I returned home from Malaysia, instead of becoming a better Muslim, I became an apostate, hating Islam. It was only after I returned did I know about Honor Killing and that I too would become a victim of such practice. It won't take a second for her to lure me to Malaysia and have me killed, and just declare that I had disappeared.

And so here I start writing my very own blog. I hope that I could give you all to the best of my knowledge regarding true Islam. I was a girl who had went to religious school, learning about Islam half my life only to find that I’ve been learning the lies. This blog is not only about me but is about every apostate out there who is living with fear for their life and I dedicate my blog to Rifqa Bary, the seventeen year old girl who is the voice of all apostates around the globe. I write this with fear hoping that someone, someday will find the truth about Islam and will stop them from spreading out like diseases, poisoning the hearts and minds of our little ones.

[Click here to read my full story.] »
[And here to read my update.] »
[Rifqa Bary on Atlas Shrugs]

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