Category Archives: Extremism

In The Shadow of Hell

And I say unto you my friends, Be not afraid of them that kill the body, and after that have no more that they can do. But I will forewarn you whom ye shall fear; Fear him, which after ┬áhe hath killed hath power to cast into hell; yea, I say unto you, Fear him-Luke […]


As a nonbeliever, I have had people ask me why I go so hard against organized religion, the Abrahamic faiths in particular. The answer is quite simple. I’ve gone through stages of religious zealotry in my life. And as a former ‘true believer’, I know all too well the harm that such faith can cause. […]

Keeping It Real?

When I left Islam in the fall of 2010, transitioning back socially was not a major challenge for me. When I converted I made it a point to hold on to my support system and friends that were in my life prior to my conversion. We remained close and still spent a lot of time […]

Promised Lands, Chosen People

“Joshua fit the battle of Jericho, Jericho, Jericho, Joshua fit the battle of Jericho and the walls came tumbling down!”- Negro Spiritual Earlier this month, I took part in an exchange that truly shook me. It all started with an update on my FB page. I have individuals of various beliefs and political parties on […]


It had been a lovely day. It was the week before Eid Al-Fitr and I’d spent the day with my daughter and Mimi, a fellow convert. We’d taken a trip out to a Somali strip mall in order to shop for new abayas for the upcoming holiday. Our previous trips to this particular mall had […]

You Don’t Know What You’ve Got…

Reflecting on the past two months, I see how easy it was for me to leave Islam. Due to all of the annoying behavior I saw early on among Muslims, I tended to keep to myself and never rolled with a ‘clique’. I didn’t put myself in a position of relying or needing anything from […]

Things I Will NOT Miss About Being Muslim

As a recent apostate from Islam, I’m enjoying a new found sense of freedom. Granted, my journey into the world of Islam only lasted seven months. However that was long enough for me to feel suffocated by it. It was as if my spirit and my identity was being buried underneath the yards of black […]