In the ideal Islamic nation under the Sharia, which every good Muslim dreams of, This would be 100% death penalty with execution. They might seem harmless now but down the line few hundred years In, if they ever succeeded being the majority this will be your offspring's real life
I Would Not Say the Shahada
When I came to Christ, I hid it. Only a handful of people I trusted knew.
Then a cousin I trusted sold me.
They went to my mother first. She cried from shame. She thought they were lying, jealous, she said, because I was doing well at school. She wanted to prove them wrong.
They gathered at my aunt’s house. Family gatherings were normal. I walked in thinking it was just another day.
The air was wrong. Every face in the room was on me.
“Are you still a Muslim or did you become a Nasrani?”
I laughed. Tried to turn it into a joke. It died in the room.
My mother was holding back tears. “Just say the Shahada. Prove them wrong.”
A few seconds. They felt like a year. On one side: my mother’s face. On the other: the truth.
I chose the truth.
“Mom, I can’t.”
Then the room broke.
See? We told you.
Yelling. Spitting.
Go to those Christians. Let them feed you.
You are a shame to your father.
My mother sobbing.
I went numb. The noise fell behind me like a film I was no longer in. I walked out with nowhere to go. The world I knew had collapsed, not because I had become a criminal, but because I had left Islam.
That is what apostasy is in that world. Not a change of mind. A public execution of your name. In some places a physical execution as well, thankfully mine was not the case.
Leaving Islam is a rebirth. You get your lungs back. You get your mind back. You get your humanity back.
If I had said the Shahada that day, I would have bought peace with a lie. I would have stayed a slave to the crowd, safe, loved, and dead inside.
I remembered the words of Jesus:
“What will it profit a man if he gains the whole world and loses his soul?”
I lost the room.
I kept myself.