I was told if I broke these rules I would be punished - even with my life. I never had any sexual experiences before I left Islam because I had been told to cover my hair, and to dress modestly (which in London makes you feel dumb because of how people stare at you in public, and in summer makes you suffer with the heat). Those were the first steps of my freedom the next step was sexuality. I committed to live by the fruits of my own mind, and in accord with my own desires and judgment. I left this dark cult where it belonged - in the caves - and I started to breathe and live (again), without fear, and without submission. The first big change for me to was to discard Islam itself. But if my autonomy causes them to suffer because it conflicts with their religious views, then…fine. Of course my parents did some good things for me as well, including bringing me to London from Kabul. I am perfectly content that they feel this way because they and so many others like them have been abusing women and children in the name of Islam the internal logic of the religion now requires their shame. For “dishonouring” them, my parents have disowned me. I took the Eurostar to Paris from St Pancras to meet my partner. I left my parents’ house at dawn one day five years ago. And so I decided to give up everything I knew in exchange for freedom and love. I’d had enough of being slapped, beaten, deprived of my rights, and being told what was good for me. The clock was ticking.īy good fortune, when I was 19, I met a man (who later became my husband, by my choice!), who is an atheist Jew and we fell in love. If I stayed in my home, I would be married off and my parents would give “ownership” of me to some man of their choosing who could do with me as he pleased since consent doesn’t exist in such a mentality. To put it bluntly: Islam, practiced this way, is nothing but old men’s wet dreams “deified” in order to immunise their idiocy against criticism.Īs I grew into my teenage years, it dawned on me that soon a moment would come, one Muslim women are told to cherish even while it amounts to nothing but violence against the spirit and the will. These teachings encourage men to look down on and discriminate against women and my brothers would quote verses to us from the Qur’an and Hadiths which justified their behaviour. I was forced to do the cooking, cleaning, and ironing while my brothers would sit and order me and my sisters around, because it was a woman’s job in accordance with Islam’s teachings. But at home there was nothing but inequality and fear. In secondary school in East London (a girls’ school, because my parents didn’t want me to integrate), we were taught about equality. And this part of my story is not unique: this is the sad and hopeless reality of many Muslims the world over. My parents tried to make me hate everything modern, civilised and secular. I grew up fearful of going to hell, fearful of knowing myself, and fearful of everything that goes against Islamic teachings. Based on Islamic rules, my parents directed me how to dress, what to do, what to think, and who to be. My parents told me Islam is more important than anything else, even more important than the love between parents and their kids. Islam was forced on me by my biological parents, first in Afghanistan as a child and then in Britain as an adolescent. And I have seen first-hand how Islam, at its worst, operates, here in the West, right under our noses. Take it from me: I know too much about Islam and its dark side. And it will be even more uncomfortable for many liberals because of their twisted understanding of tolerance and their culturally suicidal devotion to so-called diversity.įor example, no matter how much and how hard many on the left claim to fight for women’s rights, I have noticed that they usually turn a blind eye to the severe restrictions Islam imposes on women, like dress codes, corporal punishment for infringing on “Islamic values,” forced marriages, and female genital mutilation. Some on the right will be uncomfortable with my story because of its unabashed celebration of kinky sex. Today, I am travelling and working as a porn actress. I was born in war-torn Afghanistan during the Taliban regime and I came to the UK at the age of 9.
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