Hi.. this is the first time I’ve been on tumblr since I was 20. I’m 23 now turning 24 next month.
I got on tumblr when I was a 17 year old teenager who has finally said screw it and took the hijab off after being forced to wear it at the age of 6 or 7. I quickly made the decision to become an “ex-Muslim” just to really stick it to my parents and family. I was absolutely obsessed with being an atheist. I was so damn proud of it. I had finally disobeyed the family and no one could stop me now. But you know what! Everything stopped me. Everything they enstiled in me stopped me. Every mental and physical abuse tactic they practiced on me stopped me. Every damaged part of my brain stopped me until I finally stopped and realized that if religion was so bad it’s because THEY made it bad. PEOPLE. People made it bad. People are bad.
I’m not too sad or too broken. I’m definitely sadder than others and much more broken than others because of them, because of family, because of religion and I am absolutely still angry at God, angry for allowing them to paint him in this light. But everyday I fight. I fight for the girl I would have been if I didn’t know them. I fight for the little girl who thought mom loved her. I fight for the friendships and relationships I would have if they hadn’t destroyed me. If they didn’t do what they did to me. If God had stopped them… I fight not because I’m an atheist.. I fight because people, FAMILY, have raised me to fight.
















