Being an Apostate at Christmas

By Zara Shaen Albright

“Don’t tell them you took me to Church yesterday and for God’s sake, don’t bring up Christianity.”

These were the words hissed at me a few years ago by my mother, as we prepared for the onslaught of relatives coming over for dinner. If I am spending it with my mother’s side of the family, then this is how the standard Christmas Day begins — and this conversation sets the scene for the rest of the day.

For those of you that are wondering, I left the religion that was assigned to me by my family at birth — Islam — when I was 19, and I was halfway through my first year of university. I found several different flaws with its teachings and had several objections to various parts of the Qur’an. I discovered Christianity a year later when a friend casually asked if I fancied going to a church service. I went on to explore it until, finally, I was baptised in December, 2014.

Yet, year upon year, unless I can escape, or my mother gives in to the begs and pleads of keeping the occasion as an intimate family affair, I will be paraded out in pre-approved ‘safe’ dress code and forced to alienate myself for the day from the religion that it is focused around.

You’ll see the adverts on television: smiling family around a table carving into a turkey with glitter in every corner, before they go and play charades and have a piano recital by the fire. Okay, that’s probably an exaggeration, but you’ll hear the sentiment over and over again that Christmas is about family.

The problem is, when you are forced to pretend to be something that you aren’t, because leaving your religion is seen as unacceptable and shameful, the emotional and mental stress of having to hide a part of yourself takes its toll, and the frustration is enough to drive you slowly insane.

I’m lucky in the sense that my family have probably guessed that I’m no longer a member of their religion, and as much as I am told not to tell them, I won’t be disowned, harmed, or worse, killed, but many of my fellow apostates will struggle this holiday season having to conceal their other life from their families, for genuine fear of one of the things listed actually happening to them.

Let’s not forget the apostates whose other lives have been discovered — one can only imagine the pang of loneliness felt having been disowned and being constantly reminded that the festive season is a time for unity. One can imagine that the Christmas card image of family unity has a bittersweet taste when your own family do not wish you to be part of theirs.

Life as an apostate has its problems, but at Christmas, it is a particularly difficult time.

zaraZara is a 24-year-old ex Muslim, now Anglo Catholic. Having left the religion of Islam, her aim is to provide an honest picture to outsiders on being in and out of the Muslim religion, and talking about both the good and the bad.

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2 thoughts on “Being an Apostate at Christmas

  1. Thank you for writing this. I’m glad you are not in physical danger and won’t be harmed for your apostasy/change of faith. The notion that “Christmas is about family” is so deeply ingrained into our culture, at least here in the US, that it makes it difficult for Christians who cannot be themselves with family or who don’t have family in their lives at all. This can be for any number of reasons. For example, I know gay Christians who were raised in Christianity by Christian parents, who were disowned when they came out — so they have no family for Christmas either, for a very different reason. I also know Christians who escaped abusive families who are told to “spend time with family” at Christmastime even though this would be psychologically toxic or even physically dangerous to them.

  2. John

    I am not sure that giving up one religion for another is rational.
    As a secular humanist, I do not believe there are any gods – what ever they are called – or “prophets” – who ever they may be named.
    I do not believe that any such persons as Moses, Jesus or Mohamed ever actually existed.
    None are mentioned contemporaneously in any current historical documents of the time.
    It might be simpler to just apply reason and rationality towards personal beliefs.
    Religion is not the way to do that.
    As far as family occasions are concerned, if family members prefer to put their artificial beliefs before their personal relations, then maybe it would be better not to maintain the relationship?

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