It was a difficult thing for me to leave Islam, but it was a whole lot easier to do that than to keep existing in that religion. I came from the Middle East in a relatively ‘moderate’ family. Of course moderate Islam in Muslim countries is not at all moderate. I lived there until I was fourteen, but I learnt English because I wanted to escape. I knew that, however people were supposed to act, it was not this way. The community is suffocating. Oppressive. Intolerant. I remember the day that my father beat my brother to the point of almost death because he decided to become Christian. But it didn’t phase him. He went silent but he told me. He taught me. To accept people. Islam forces women into certain dress, refuses homosexuality, attacks and kills other religions, and creates a violent and awful ideology. Tell me that Christianity is violent too, but Christians don’t treat people like Muslims do. Wherever Islam goes, it destroys. My brother worked hard in school. We all did. Learnt English. And he took me and my younger siblings away. Into Christian communities and then out of the Middle East. You only understand when you have been through it all. Been through your family holding you down while your have your genitalia mutilated. Tell me Islam is a religion of peace but it isn’t. We have to help Christians in Islamic countries, because they have it even worse.