Encouraging dialogue between muslim & ex-muslim family members
Shift The Script is a non-profit movement to encourage dialogue (and ultimately, dare we hope, reconciliation) between estranged muslim and ex-muslim family members. Within our own family and friend networks we see the evidence that a growing number of practicing muslims want to stay in connection with their ex-muslims friends and family, despite the incredible social pressures not to. Our hope is to demonstrate that the desire for connection is widespread, and to help families begin to take the first small steps toward reconnection and mutual understanding. Please help us. Write your own anonymous letter. Read the ones here, share them, and encourage others to write as well.
"You may no longer be a Muslim, but you are always my son."
Write your own anonymous letter. Read the ones here, share them, and encourage others to write as well.
I wish I could come out to you as an ex muslim. Announce it like it was my wedding and have you celebrate it like it was pride in a western world. But sadly, I cannot. Not yet. I have too many eyes on me and too many expectations holding me down as the good girl.
I so wish to not constantly think about my identity and how I could wear it without getting shunned for it. Thankfully, I live in a safer space where people may not kill me for my non religiosity but my parents, they're going to be so broken if they ever get to know.
But I can't help myself. I cant live a lie even if it means that it would keep the peace within family but I'm far too broken and hurt and I need to find my peace.
I wish I could scream my identity out and I will someday. But until then, I'll just keep whispering here and telling you, I'm an ex Muslim and I'm so glad I left my religion. You should celebrate with me.
I don’t know if you’ll ever see this letter. I know you said you never wanted to speak to me again. I hope that isn’t true. I want you to know I miss you, I love you, and I’m ok. I don't know if you know I had some death threats when I left Islam, and for a year or so I genuinely lived in fear. I am at peace now, with myself and with the world. Every day I think about you. If you get a chance, I’d love to hear your voice sometime. Maybe next eid al-fitr?
All the love I know how to offer,
I live in fear of your discovering that I no longer believe what you taught me. I still perform all my duties, I offer the Fajr every morning faithfully, but only as a way to keep you from suspecting. I wish I had the courage to tell you the truth. And maybe one day I will. But what will you say then? Will you still love me? Or will you cast me out? I can't bear the thought of that. But I also can't bear the lie I am living. Whatever happens know that I love you. #inthecloset