Some of my best friends are Jewish, and other confessions of an ex-Muslim

Some of my best friends are Jewish, and other confessions of an ex-Muslim

By Yasmine One of my earliest memories is of being bound to my bed as the soles of my feet were whipped. At five or six years old, this was my punishment for not correctly memorising surahs, chapters, from the Quran, or for missing one of the daily prayers. Lying on my bed, in the room that I shared with my sister, I would feebly struggle to free my feet from the skipping rope that bound them. But it was pointless. My strength was no match for the man who…