I have just come across an incredibly painful ex-Muslim blog post
When I was in my teens, my family and I shred our photos. All of them. My baby photos, my graduation photos, that time we went on a road trip through the US. We threw them in the garbage. Everything. We purified ourselves. Our home. We rid ourselves of the devil. You see, angels cant enter the house if pictures (or dogs) reside in your home. At first, we kept them in the washroom, because angels dont follow you in there anyways! Smart move, eh?! We cheated the system! We thought we were safe. Then, we started to question it. When I was around 15, I read a book that said (and this is a rough translation), The photographer and the one photographed are immoral and hell-bound. We realized we had, in fact, not really cheated the system, but had cheated ourselves. And we feared hell. We decided, as a family, to rid ourselves of this evil.
For a long time, I agreed with my familys conclusions. I took part in the decisions. I pushed them towards fundamental Islam. I practically shoved it down their throats. I showed the book Id read to my mother, and when she ignored it, I pushed. I pushed until she gave in. I thought I was freeing my family from their hellish shackles, but in reality, I was just tightening them. The devil was not chaining them, I was; I chained my family to Islam. To Wahhabism. To Salafiyyah. At age 12, we threw aside our cultural music. At 14, I convinced her to wear dresses instead of pants. At age 15, we shunned our cultural artwork. At age 17, we destroyed our family photos. The chains grew tighter and tighter. The same chains that forced my grandmother to undergo female genital mutilation. The same chains that made my aunts wear the niqab, and made my uncles grow beards. The same chains that separated my family from me. I locked them in those chains, and I threw away the key.
I wish they can feel again like I can. They have become numb to everything. They lost part of their humanity. And its my fault. I took away their humanity and sacrificed it to God. To Allah. They only feel through Him. Now, they see the world through a darkened lens. They cant enjoy the freedom of their bodies swaying to the beat. To my family, the elephant means nothing. They cant feel the beauty of life in this photo because they cant understand it. It is against Islam. God forbid it, so it must be wrong. My mother used to dance to Elvis Presley in our family restaurant, her long hair swaying to and fro. Now, she is confined. She is chained. And I fucking wish I could find that key.
I wish him well and I hope that if he finds a key his family gets the courage to use it
but he had to have had some help in chaining his family up, like a new Imam.
I just don't see many people paying that much attention to a stupid teenager in the family unless that stupid teenager has a lot of reinforcement from outside the family.
I hope the fever flees and the family rediscovers freedom. It's probably a vain hope.
Or 3) the millions killed in religious wars between elements Islam and others.
Or 4) in fact, the current invasion of Iraq by Muslim fundamentalist ISIS.
5) Or the castration of Christian monks. Even as 6) those who are left molest children.
The devil himself might ask: "What's not to love about religion?"
impacted individuals in the same way. Some of whom represent people who were, like the family the man in the OP regrets putting on that path, similarly regretful of their influence/support.
It is indeed very painful to read. I hope that he and his family can dance again someday.