Whenever I called him out on the misogyny and horrible things in the Koran, he’d accuse me of being racist and Islamophobic.
I admit I’ve followed you for awhile but was afraid to publicly show my support when I was dating my ex, but found the strength to break away and I’m dating a wonderful American guy. I’d like to share my story with you, but anonymously because my ex & I used to work together and share some common friends.
I wasn’t groomed or raped, but rather it was a combination of emotional manipulation and fear of being seen as an Islamophobe. I had dated a Muslim guy in the past, but he was a Muslim only in name and only participated in holidays.
I grew up without a strong male role model and without a clear self-identity (I’m half Brazilian & European American). I also lacked self esteem and it was easy for him to use me.
A 16 year old Muslim Apostate sends MARIAS her story
How would you expect a normal dad to react? Congratulate his daughter on reaching this milestone in her life? See her happiness and smile? Be thrilled at the prospect of future children, marriage, albeit slightly far ahead? Be nervous and hope it works out, wanting to protect her from heartache?
That’s what normal fathers do. I do not have a normal father.
“I do not have a normal father.”
I hinted during his numerous attempts to harass me I was dating by texting “I’ve met someone”. A fairly ambiguous statement. Not explicit. I was shaking, my breaths coming fast. I was more nervous than I was telling him this than my apostasy, which is saying something.
The founder of a support group for victims of Islamic sexual grooming gangs has been banned from Facebook for 30 days after she posted a video calling out the media for focusing on Islamophobia in the wake of a wave of Islamic terrorist attacks.
Toni Bugle, founder of Mothers Against Radical Islam and Sharia (MARIAS) has spent the last few years supporting the victims of Islamic persecution including gay apostates, women fleeing Islamic marriages, and girls dealing with years of abuse by sexual exploitation gangs.
Many of those she talks to have been turned away by social services and local authorities who don’t want to deal with the fall-out from Islamic persecution.
But after she posted a twenty-minute live video to her personal Facebook page last Wednesday she was banned from Facebook for 30 days, she believes following an accusation of Islamophobia.
(Warning: This letter 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.
(Warning: This article contains explicit descriptions of violence and sexual abuse.)
My story begins at the age of ten. I had been sexually abused by a lorry driver, and although the police were involved, I was too young to give evidence and so the man walked free from court.
I was the youngest child and not very close with my siblings. This event caused me to be even more awkward and withdrawn. I felt increasingly isolated and as though I had no one to turn to.
Dad’s best friend
My Dad had a best friend and I used to call him ‘Uncle’. He seemed to know that I felt out of place and different. If I got in trouble he’d invite me to come and sit on his knee. He’d take all of us for rides on his motorbike and he’d let me sit in front of him on the seat, protected, in between his legs and his arms. All other passengers had to sit behind him. This made me feel special.
At age fifteen, I began acting out at home. I was being bullied at school and I was miserable. My parents never knew about this because I didn’t confide in them. One night, after being sent to bed early for fighting with a sibling, Uncle B, who was in our house at the time, told my Dad that he’d take me over to his house and I could spend the night there. He was my Dad’s best mate and he had a wife and kids of his own. What could go wrong? I was excited to have someone looking out for me and taking an interest in my emotional well-being.
(Warning: This letter contains sexually explicit references.)
I call these years the lost years …
… because that’s exactly what they were. I was 14, my dad was working 12 hour shifts & I hardly seen him. My mum was a bad alcoholic at this point as she couldn’t cope with the loss of her dad.
My older brother left because he couldn’t cope with her & I had had enough of wiping her sick away, changing her & listening to her slurs. I started to hang around with the local shop gang, smoking weed & drinking.
I was in trouble at school & always fighting. A lad older than me began to tell me I was pretty etc & I felt flattered & wanted. He was 21 & we began a relationship. He took me to a house where I was introduced to heroin as naive as this sounds I really didn’t know that this was what it was.
After a month or so I started feeling really ill & was told it was heroin I had been taking it was the only thing that would make me feel better & now I had to start paying for it myself. So my life of crime started. I stole, shop-lifted & burgled commercial premises for my fix.
At 16 I had my son. I split with his dad & tried to get clean but he was taken away by social services at the age of one & placed with a family member due to my addiction this made me far worse. I was homeless & slept wherever I could, stealing food & drifting in & out of different circles. Eventually I became wanted by Staffordshire police & the girls I went ‘earning’ with & myself turned our attentions to the West Midlands.
I met many girls who were pimped out by Muslim gangs …
… given nothing more than a plastic coke bottle full of water to wash themselves with in between ‘punters’ on the streets of Birmingham. One of the girls I knew ended up this way controlled by fear & drug addiction.
I have been screaming about this for five years other than that I think this blog is excellent. I have been screaming about this for five years other than that I think this blog is excellent "The BBC hit this head on" I believe it was very watered down it didn't go anywhere near the extreme violence used against these girls which could have been depicted they always Skirted around the fact many of these girls were urinated on. I also have no issue with the fact that Islam itself was never mentioned but I fail to see why they refused to call them Muslim when that is what they were, Also why was those who were clearly selling the drugs depicted as white working class when much of the drug business is Pakistani men . They also made it look as though the only people who were angry were Racist who screamed things such things as "Paki scum go back to where you came from" I would never say such a thing and yet I have been screaming about this for five years other than that i think this blog is excellent ... See MoreSee Less
I genuinely don't think people understand exactly how grooming works,if they did I wouldn't keep seeing comments like " where's the parents" so in my own rough round the edges way I'm going to try and explain how grooming works using if need be my own experience of gang rape (NOT by Muslim men before people make that assumption) so here goes. I was around ten when it came to light to my parents that I was being sexually abused they had no idea, not because they weren't good parents or because they didn't care but because he would give me sweets and money and tell me I wasn't like the other kids that I was special and this was "our" secret and I would be I trouble if mum and dad knew "our" secret he even had a wife who always seemed kind and pleasant. So anyway he was the first man that sexually abused me. After that my dad changed the way he was with me ( understandable) whilst now as an adult I can understand why in truth i was a kid and I just thought he didn't love me as much anymore. My mum and I weren't close when I was growing up even though now we are closer than you could ever imagine and I'm very very lucky to have such an amazing mum but she was old school "it had happened and we needed to move on and put it behind us" . This paved the way for my dad's best friend to groom me, I wasn't close to my siblings and if he ever saw them picking on me he would step in to my defence like a superhero, we lived in the countryside and he took all the kids who were neighbours to go shooting with an air rifle, my siblings told me I couldn't do it because I was to small but in came "uncle" like a knight in shining armour who told them " if you can do it she can do it" he promptly set the gun up and held it steady so I could pull the trigger and hey presto I hit the mark right on target. He was a hells angel and had a big Kawasaki chopper all chrome wheels and polished tank, one day he was giving all the neighbours kids ( with all parents outside watching) a ride on the back of it I lined up for my turn and I couldn't wait and dad kept saying to me " if your feet can't reach the foot pegs Net it's because you aren't big enough and you won't be able to have a go" I stood and I waited and when my turn came I climbed up only to find my feet just dangled and I couldn't reach the pegs. Of course in typical kid style I cried and showed off about it and "uncle" again to the rescue said " don't you worry Net you get to sit in the best seat, he lifted me up and he sat me in front of him virtually on the petrol tank and as we pulled off I could feel the wind in my hair and what I thought was the safety of him behind me. I was giggling with excitement and laughing because I was "special" nobody else got to do that. This went on for years and I trusted him implicitly if he had told me night was day and day was night I would have believed him. This is why I was allowed to go stay with him and his wife and kids for a couple of days because I had been fighting with my middle brother and "uncle" said come stay at ours for a few days. The first night there was the night I was ganged raped. I wasn't vulnerable because of my parents or bad home life I was vulnerable because of what had already happened to me and he built my trust up over many years. The girls or all these towns 76 now in total may have been groomed in a different way but ultimately grooming is about gaining trust once you trust them they rape, after or in my case during the rape threats are made against not just yourself but your family to. Told in detail what they will do you your family so now you have this thing inside you that compels you to do "WHATEVER" it takes to protect your family for me it was not being around my family so I could never be tempted to tell, with girls of grooming gangs in the UK it is more a case of letting them continue to abuse them anything to ensure they don't hurt your family . Obviously each case is different but I wanted people to understand how grooming can work why it works and why parent blaming is unfair and wrong. Sorry for the long drawn out explanation but I felt it was needed. I would also like to add nobody went to prison as fear stopped me from going to court. A statement was given but no charges brought that is my biggest regret and something I've had to live with since I was 15. Toni Bugle. ... See MoreSee Less
So he equates young girls being raped with Eating Dog Shit!!! he say's that just wouldn't happen and if it does well "That is the social workers fault" not the man doing the raping !!! ... See MoreSee Less
We've posted this before, but the video stopped working for some reason?
So we'll post it again!!
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