I am marked as Muslim but don’t believe in Allah (October 25, 2009)

When asked to write about my “battle” as an ex-Muslim i found it to be a very difficult task. For various reasons, the most important is that as far as I can remember I've never felt a Muslim. That which makes a Muslim different from all other people is the "shahada" (islamic creed), something I've said out loud, but never meant.

I do not believe in Allah or God or whatever you want to call him, I believe there is no form of higher power. That makes me different from not only Muslims, but from every believer. But given my roots in Islam I will always be inextricably linked with it. All and all, it doesn’t matter to me, I'm not ashamed of my hermitages and Westerners are often associated with Christianity as well. Read on

Testimony of a Christian ex-muslim lady (22 September 2009)

I am the daughter of a Flemish mother and a Moroccan father. There has always been a great void in my heart: everywhere I went I was bored, whatever I did I was bored. I got married at a very young age and before we went to bed we used to recite Suras. The religion was omnipresent in our lives. We did not eat pork or drink alcohol. I didn’t wear offensive clothes, was never in the presence of men. I did everything Islam said.

One day I decided to start wearing a veil. How proud I was to be a good Muslim! I watched as many videos as possible about Islam; I was looking for something but I didn’t know what it was.  I didn’t know much. Little by little, finding nothing, I felt abandoned. Year after year life seemed gloomier, the void was still there and my boredom and my problem persisted. Read on

Testimony of an ex-muslim convert (September 11, 2008)

I was raised in a wealthy traditional Flemish catholic family, growing up in a "golden cage", but had very little personal freedom, also psychological, well mainly psychological.

As a result of this, I left home as soon as I had the chance to do so. I looked for a job, found one and started living on my own.

After a few short, not very meaningful  relationships, I met my future husband. A Tunisian Muslim, however not very religious. He even ate pork. He had never read the Quran and never participated in Ramadan. Read on

Testimony of an ex-muslim convert (April 16, 2008)

More than 25 years ago I started a ‘discrete’ relationship with an adult Muslim woman. The majority of her relatives lived in her country of origin. She warned me there could be some “problems” and that her ‘family’ would expect something from me. As a true humanist I was convinced that I could negotiate in all reason with that family and make my points of view acceptable.

More than 3 years later we got married. Her residence permit had expired and this was the only way she could stay here. The family was informed in writing after the marriage and were put at an ‘accomplished’ fact. After a while our relationship was disturbed by severe discussions: the point was that I had to ‘convert’ to Islam. Read on

Testimony of an ex-muslim convert (April 15, 2008)

I converted to Islam long ago. I have been raised in a very strict Catholic family and grew up in a loving environment. I always felt real good in the “Catholic "system". Even though my conversion was a very big shock for my parents, they always considered me as their beloved son. In this respect and in many other points my parents are true Christians.

Many people convert to Islam because their partner is Muslim. They think Islam is equal to Christianity plus Muhammad; a type of 2.1 version of the Windows of religion. For men like me this is because it is a (legal) obligation or necessity, to marry a muslim woman. Women mostly convert because their partner shows so much love for his religion and the rituals (praying, fasting, ...) have a charming effect, and to come closer to their partner, they just want to join in and convert. One falls in love with the so-called Islamic atmosphere and solidarity without knowing what Islam really is about. Read on