21 yr old Apostate: Without MARIAS I wouldn’t have been given the chance to make something of my life

21 yr old Apostate: Without MARIAS I wouldn’t have been given the chance to make something of my life

21 year old, London-area ex-Muslim (Apostate) Murtada begins a new life thanks to her honesty and courage. And a little help from MARIAS founder, Toni Bugle + MARIAS supporters.

Due to the circumstances at home I had been wanting to leave my family for ages but I didn’t know how I could do that or who could help me.

I was contacted by a fellow ex Muslim from Twitter who told me if I ever needed help in getting away, she would be able to help me through it. Now the ball was in my court.

Was I strong enough to leave everything I had ever known and restart my life alone? I had some serious thinking to do.

Growing up in a Muslim household as a Muslim girl, life was suffocating to say the least. Even though my parents were what you could call moderate Muslims, and I had more freedom than most Muslim girls in my family, it still didn’t feel like I was being allowed to live my life how I wanted to.

I was constantly reminded of the ‘freedoms’ that my dad had allowed me to have that many Muslim girls aren’t allowed. I said “allow” because you belong to your father the moment you’re born, only to be passed onto your husband, as if you’re a piece of property being passed on from man to man.

To the young Muslim Apostate girls and women reading this who are stuck in my situation or even worse: You are not alone.

So it made me think; why are the Muslim girls around the world being treated less than human and pushed around like cattle? The answer is Sharia Law. When you have a barbaric law such as sharia, which its main purpose is to belittle and subjugate women we can’t expect anything else unfortunately.

However by the regressive left and liberals aka the MSM (Mainstream Media) it’s pushed onto us as the most feminist adherent law — as if it’s some sort of feminist Utopia — which couldn’t be further from the truth.

I couldn’t tell anyone that I was wanting to leave because every time I did speak about it with close friends, most of them wouldn’t understand just how dire my life had become. I would be told to constantly think of my family, what it would do to them if I ran away, my siblings, what would the Pakistani Muslim community say? The reputation of my parents would be shattered.

I mean imagine how awful it must look that so and so’s daughter finally decided she was tired of the emotional/physical abuse, the hell she experienced every day and wanted to live life for herself? Because surely instead of focusing on what’s actually wrong with our community — the honour killings, acid attacks, forced marriages — we must focus on the women in our community and make it our mission to destroy their lives as much as we can. After all the woman lover (aka child molester) Mohamad did say it’s acceptable to beat your wife if you feel she’s disrespecting you.

So I decided to make that leap of faith and give it a go. My mental health was deteriorating and I felt I had run out of reasons to be strong and continue life. There’s nothing to look forward to when living in such an environment like that. I was plagued with suicidal thoughts and I nearly gave in a few times, but I was saved just in time by Toni Bugle.

Toni Bugle is the founder of MARIAS which is a non funded organisation (Editor: MARIAS is self-funded and neither receives nor seeks government funding), that helps women who have been victims of (Muslim) rape gangs, domestic abuse and girls of Muslim heritage like me.

These so-called “Dirty Kuffars” … that the Quran (so condemns) … are in fact some of the sweetest, kind-hearted, caring humans I’ve ever come across.

The first conversation with Toni I was pretty nervous but she made me feel at ease straight away. She asked me about my life, my reasons for wanting to leave Islam and why I need to get away from home ASAP. The conversation flowed and I felt at ease opening up to her.

She promised she would try her hardest to find me a place and put messages up on social media. The response was amazing. So many people offered me a spare room, a bed, anything they had. I’ve never been so touched in my life. All these strangers who knew nothing about me were willing to do so much. These so called “Dirty Kuffars”, were the ones who offered me a place to stay, a place to feel safe. These people that the Quran speaks of as having no morals, lacking empathy, selfish individuals are in fact; some of the sweetest, kind-hearted, caring humans I’ve ever come across.

I’ve now found a place somewhere far away from my own home with people that I cannot wait to meet. The moment Toni told me about this arrangement I was over the moon! I finally saw that maybe after all there may be a light at the end of the tunnel.

Without MARIAS I wouldn’t be able to start my life. Without them I wouldn’t have been given the chance to make something of my life. This organisation has done so much to help me.

And finally to any of the young girls and women reading this who are stuck in my situation or even worse: you’re not alone. You don’t need to put up with that kind of treatment.

You deserve freedom.
You deserve to be happy. You deserve to live your life on your own terms

You deserve freedom. You deserve to be happy. You deserve to live your life on your own terms without feeling guilty.

You are more than what your family or community thinks of you. You don’t have any obligations to uphold the ‘honour’ of your family. Fuck that honour. Fuck their expectations.

Just know there are people out there who have been through it. I’ve made this huge decision to leave and you can do it to.

I won’t lie. I am scared, apprehensive and excited all at once but I know that with the right support around me I can make it in life.

If it wasn’t for organisations like MARIAS I would still be at home like you, thinking about how on earth do I get myself out of this shit? Not anymore though.

I truly hope that you girls and women will get to live the life you deserve to live.

It will happen; but you’ve got to make that leap.

(Name withheld. See also here.)


Kaitlyn: Gang-raped, tortured, trafficked, beaten & terrorised by Muslim Pakistani Men

Kaitlyn: Gang-raped, tortured, trafficked, beaten & terrorised by Muslim Pakistani Men

Warning: This Letter from Kaitlyn contains violent and sexually explicit references

I was very young when it started.

I have a very fuzzy memory of the very beginning. My childhood friend remembers me being picked up from a primary school by an older man and being given ketamine, coming home completely out of it, with lots of new underwear, so it began earlier than I remember. My parents worked a lot, so they weren’t really around to notice anything. My friend did at some point tell my parents, but I’m not sure when she did that.

We ended up moving areas, but not too far, now my earliest clear memory starts at around 13/14. We had moved house and I was waiting to be accepted into a school, from what I remember. This man, the very same man picking me up from primary school came to my parents’ home while they were out working, and while my brother was at his school. It was a morning. His name was Jason, I don’t know if he was a Muslim. He was 28 or in his early 30s.

I was quite naive. He had come to take photos of me for a modelling portfolio — at least that’s what he said. They ended up being pictures in my underwear. Eventually he said we needed a different environment and asked if there was a bedroom we could use. I took him to my parents’ bedroom. I thought nothing of it, I didn’t realise it would get worse.

He took more pictures. Then he told me to take everything off and gave me some stockings to put on. I remember the feeling of my stomach turning over, I was really scared. But I did as I was told.


Xavier, young Muslim Apostate safe at last. Thanks MARIAS.

Xavier, young Muslim Apostate safe at last. Thanks MARIAS.

Leaving Islam — apostasy — can be a dangerous business.

There is a large body of Islamic texts, traditions, and Islamic jurisprudence, that prescribe the death penalty for apostasy: “The conscious abandonment of Islam by a Muslim in word or through deed.”

Muslims who dispute this interpretation can themselves be deemed “hypocrites” or even as “apostates” and thereby subjected to violence or murder, by those who do support the traditional, long-held interpretation. Although that interpretation is not unanimous among Muslims, it is almost unanimous among all current and all past Islamic scholars, stretching back over a thousand years.

In fact the UK has no shortage of Muslims who strongly support the death penalty for Apostates — and within their own family are ready and willing to act on it.

Such was to be the fate of Xavier, a young, British-born, devout Muslim lad, the son of Muslim immigrant parents. A little over a year ago, Xavier decided to sit down and properly read through the Quran.

Like many Muslims who have done just that, he concluded Islam was not for him.

Now an apostate, his family and his Muslim community —  wanted him dead.

“All this because he loves this country, this heritage and the freedom that everyone else takes for granted!” explains Toni Bugle, the founder of MARIAS (Mothers Against Radical Islam & Sharia).

Here is the letter Xavier sent to MARIAS …

I’m Xavier and I’m an Ex-Muslim.

I was disowned by my family and had nowhere else to turn.

I decided to tell some other Ex-Muslims that I was in this situation and I was put in contact with MARIAS straight away.

MARIAS worked long and hard to get me a refuge where I could stay temporarily till I found work and a place to stay myself.

After a week of multiples to different families and organisations (and a lot of rejections from many), MARIAS eventually found me a place I could stay to sort out my life as no one else would.

There’s no one more willing to help apostates as there was a great risk associated with people like me.

Now I’m working, have my own place and I’m on track to fixing my life and deciding my own future for once.

I know if I didn’t find a place to stay away from my family, I would end up killed*, either by being sent abroad or have it done here



Exploited since 13 yo, Amy speaks up after conviction of her Iranian Muslim sex traffickers

Exploited since 13 yo, Amy speaks up after conviction of her Iranian Muslim sex traffickers

After the convictions of Mohammad Rostami, 37, Mehdi Zare, 32 and Amin Kaveh, 35, on a string of sexual exploitation offences, a spokesperson for the National Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Children (NSPCC) stated:

“These men have been found guilty of the most heinous crimes against vulnerable girls, plying them with drugs for their own sexual gratification … The multiple convictions show a calculated operation of grooming girls for sex and then threatening violence in an attempt to stop their victims speaking out.”

Mehdi Zare (left) and Mohammad Rostami

Amy’s family has connected with MARIAS and asked us to share the following account from Amy;


Jade, 14 years old, escapes Muslim gang rape. Police & Social Services no help AT ALL.

Seven years ago, when she was 14 years old, Jade was sexually harassed, intimidated, humiliated and almost raped by a local gang of Muslims.

Police and Social Services provided zero assistance.

Thankfully, she escaped, but — as the above map shows — many, many other innocent British girls have not. In fact the above map is just the tip of the iceberg.

“… police, social services … did not help at all. And because of this, multiple girls have been abused and raped by this gang time and time again,” writes Jade.

She briefly shares her personal story with MARIAS.

Thank you for your resilience and courage, Jade. And for joining the effort to  put an end this travesty.

I wanted to write a message to get my point across. Yes, everyone knows it happens with white men . But grooming gangs of Muslim descent are a whole lot different. There’s more than one man, there are many, many men that pass girls around. I’ve seen it happen – there are things they do.

I was now living in a mostly Muslim area, whereas before that I had lived in other places which were mostly white. I have no problem with either as I have a mixed-race family.

It was peaceful and lovely at first in my new area as I was right by my friends and it was fun. Until one day me and my friends went to a canal, right at the bottom of my street. My friends and I were 14 at the time.

There were a gang of Muslim men that looked to be between 17 and 30. They had said hello and were being polite, so we started being friendly back. One came over, picking me up from behind and shouting “fresh white P****’”.

I was disgusted and told him to put me down — which he refused to do. So in the end one of the other lads told him to put me down. They still wouldn’t let us walk off, they had been pulling on our arms, trying to give us vodka and asking us to join them at a party. We said no. At no point did these men ask for our ages.

“We were harassed (and) called dirty white trash, white whore …”


Shazia Hobbs: Forced to marry and violently abused under Sharia – in the UK!

Shazia Hobbs: Forced to marry and violently abused under Sharia – in the UK!

“Sharia … should not be allowed to operate in the UK.”

I had followed (Toni Bugle, founder of MARIAS) on Twitter for quite a while before we started speaking.  She asked if I lived in the UK and from there we began to DM (“direct message”), exchanged mobile numbers and then spoke on the phone.

I wanted to share my experience, as I believe it is important for others who are still suffering to know that they are not alone and to also show that Sharia cannot and should not be allowed to operate in the UK.

I was forced into a marriage at the age of 18 (Ed: Shazia is now in her 40’s). The nikkah took place in my family home.  It was obvious that I was not happy to be forced into the marriage but the molvi didn’t care.  My father had decided I was to be married and his decision was gospel.  The molvi didn’t give a damn about my feelings or my refusal to say ‘I do.’

The marriage was going ahead whether I agreed or not.

Forced into a marriage to a man much older than I was who made it clear, from the start, that he married me only for the red passport was hell.  What else could it have been?

My mother told me I would grow to love him.  Grow to love a man who raped me?  Grow to love a man who raped me so violently one night that the next day I ended up in hospital?