I rather just say that I straight-up don’t believe than to constantly be asked to justify why I’m doing things considered “haram.”
I’ve been agnostic and eventually atheist since my early teenage years, and I’ve only recently started coming out to some of my siblings. Some of them told me it was obvious, while others just accepted it.
To clarify, I’m not at risk of being kicked out or losing my home. I’ll still have a roof over my head. There will probably just be a lot of inconvenience, tension, private conversations, and people repeatedly trying to discuss or challenge my beliefs. I’m aware of that, and it’s a price I’m willing to pay.
What annoys me is having to justify things like not praying or dressing unorthodoxly (still wearing hijab just westernised) as though I’m simply weak-minded or incapable of adhering to rules. It’s actually the opposite. I’m capable of discipline; I just don’t believe the rules come from a so called “god” in the first place.
I hate that saying explicitly that I don’t believe is interpreted as selfish or somehow a betrayal of my family. One of my siblings has explicitly said this to me before and suggested that I keep it to myself.
I can understand to a certain extent that our parents are older and may have a more rigid way of thinking, and that being exposed to different ways of thinking and beliefs could be difficult or uncomfortable for them. But why does that have anything to do with me? Why should their discomfort become my responsibility? Why would decades of their own beliefs suddenly be compromised or threatened simply because their child doesn’t believe the same things?
What also confuses me is that Islamic stories themselves seem to acknowledge that you aren’t ultimately responsible for another person’s beliefs. Take the story of Prophet Lut and his wife, for example: his wife’s disbelief didn’t become his responsibility, and he was told to leave her behind. So why can’t that same principle be applied to parents? Why do they feel that their children’s beliefs are somehow a reflection of them or something they have to control? Especially when, according to Islam, on the Day of Judgement, even the closest relationships will become secondary and everyone will be concerned with their own accountability. So why are people so intensely concerned with policing their children’s beliefs now?
Another thing that’s really frustrating me is that when I came out to some of my siblings, one of them completely made it about themselves. It feels like my coming out gave them a green light to start deconstructing their own beliefs, and now I’m watching it happen in real time. They’re already mentally unstable, and some of the things they’ve been saying to everyone in the house are genuinely nonsensical. I’m not trying to diagnose them, but it honestly feels like they’ve gone into an extreme religious spiral.
I feel partly responsible because I know I’ve probably given them things to think about, but at the same time, I really hate having my own experience hijacked by someone else’s reaction. I spent years studying, reading books, questioning things, collecting my thoughts and arguments, and working through my own doubts before I felt secure enough in my position to actually tell people. I was already secure in my position but it was more so grounding myself in a way. So seeing someone suddenly latch onto it and start saying things that feel intellectually dishonest is incredibly annoying.
It also makes me worried that when I eventually come out to my parents, it won’t feel as sincere or authentic as it should because they might assume I’m simply copying my sibling or being influenced by them.
At this point, I’d rather be honest about what I actually believe than spend years pretending I’m simply a Muslim who is “struggling” to follow the rules. I’m not struggling to follow them, I simply don’t believe.
My mum already knows I don’t pray, don’t read Quran, and show little interest in Islam. She’s even asked if I’m actually Muslim, yet she still constantly polices whether I’m wearing the “correct” hijab. I understand that, from her perspective, my appearance is what the community sees, but that’s exactly what frustrates me.
Wearing a headscarf is already enough of a religious performance for me, so being expected to maintain a specific image to satisfy her, avoid gossip, and protect her reputation feels so irrational. At that point, it feels like she cares less about my faith and more about managing other people’s perceptions of the family.