Mary Christina Love

The purpose of this blog is to inform others of the virulent fantasy called Islam and help save the Free World from it. I understand Islam because I was married to a Moslem and I read the Koran. I also practiced Islam for several years, and lived in an Islamic country under Sharia Law.

First of all, I fell for the belief that Islam is a true religion, and secondly that it is peaceful. I was a true “Believer” in what I now perceive as a manipulation originationg from a fraud. Because I had grown up as a Christian  in a Christian culture, I had taken Christianity for granted and thought all religions were basically the same.  I would learn later that I did not understand the reason Christ came and died on the cross at all. In the end, it  was Islam that helped me understand the virtues of Christian values and why Jesus’ life, death, and  teachings are so important. 

I read the entire Koran looking for good, and to my disapointment, I only found threatening and hateful incitement. I found no encouragement toward wisdom, love, forgiveness or enlightenment in the Koran. I kept reading it, hoping to find something loving, enlightening,  and beautiful that would justify my efforts, but found none. Instead I found the Koran to be the most blasphemous and pathetic piece of literature I have ever read; totally devoid of love, grace, hope, enlightenment, salvation, and reason. Before I finished reading it, I knew I could never honestly be a Muslim.  I read on to try to understand what Muslims believe and what they do not understand about Christianity, and to appease my husband who insisted I remain Muslim.

Reading the Koran helped me understand Islam; not as a religion, but as a cruel and unforgiving Totalitarian political-ideological system that mandates its own fickle, psychotic system as a form of worship. I realized that the ”religion” part is a “facade” for indoctrination into intolerance, bigotry, hypocricy, control, brainwashing, and fear. (Things that justify demonization of non-conformists, or “non-believers”). After I finished the Koran, I understood why it mandates the killing of apostates.

I also now know and appreciate why Jesus Christ lived, died on the cross, and why it is necessary for him to come again. And I believe it was God’s will that I fwould understand, and know.

I was not perfect in my youth. I do not really want to tell on myself, as  obviously there is some embarrassing stuff in my past. Feeling guilty and wanting to be honest, I shared a past story with my first husband who was Muslim, and he later would use it against me when he divorced me for leaving Islam. He used the incident against me during our marriage any time he felt threatened, or when I expressed my dissagreements with Islam, or when I said I  did not feel right about being a Muslim. This is a summar of what I had done that would be used as blackmail later:

When I was 21,  I had quite an adventure with the girl who I thought had been my best friend in high school, who had a Hispanic name, and had just spent a year in Venezuela. She and her brother encouraged me to go to Canada with them. They said we could go to school in Canada, and they specifically named McGill University. They said I did not need to pay for an education in Canada because Canada was a socialist country where education was free. I was so young and very naive, so I  bought my ticket, packed my clothes, and flew to Montreal with them. The weeks to follow would absolutely change my life forever, and the lives of my then unborn children, because unknown to me for years to come, my so-called friends had plans to sell me into slavery, and we met their contacts there on the first day of our arrival. The whole trip was a set-up that took me many years to realize. I almost fell for the scheme too, but with the grace of God, not completely.

A couple weeks later when I realized something was very wrong, I made plans to return home. At that point my friends and contacts set up a scenario that luckily for me went horribly wrong for them. If their plan had worked, I would have been taken away forever to God knows where. I truly believe God was watching out for me, but the experience was devastating nonetheless.

When I remorsefully told my Muslim husband the story as I insufficiently understood it at the time, he insisted that my friends were not my friends, and that the contacts in Canada, who were Arabs that claimed to be half French, were not really who they said they were. At least he admitted that, but how could he possibly have such an opinion, I wondered? I argued with him and insisted that they meant no harm, and my friends were indeed good friends. After a series of dreams, a few conversations with the girl who I thought was my friend,  and years of contemplation, I realized that my husband was probably correct about the insincerity of my friends. They had taken me to Canada to sell me as a slave! However, even though my Muslim husband recognized the scenario as a a classic set-up involving Islam and slavery,  he never admitted it to me, but instead  harshly condemned  me for being stupid.

Later in our marriage, he would use it against me to keep me a prisoner of Islam, to which I had converted to out of desperation and shame. When years later I would no longer practice Islam, he filed for a divorce and demanded a trial by jury. He told the jury, judge, my family, friends, and my children about the incident, also without sharing the truth about Islam and slavery.  The sad truth is that I had not even figured out exactly what had happened yet so I could not defend myself very well, but I knew my intentions did not justify what did happen, and the whole incident was still very puzzling, even to my lawyer.

Since I did not respect what I had come to learn about Islam over the years, in divorce court, my X falsely claimed that I had been “unfaithful” to him during our marriage (unless his definition of fidelity was that I should have remained a Muslim forever–and that is probably exactly what he was thinking!)

Without ever acknowledging that I had been set up for sale as a slave in Canada, he used the incident to attempt to destroy my credibility in court, and my perception of myself. He even told my young, innocent children.

By telling my story in court, without sharing the fact that Islam allows non-Muslims to be taken as slaves, and later not telling my children the same–who he hoped to raise Muslim, my X  effectively set me up for future complications, should Shariah law take over in the US, like he expected, and Muslims are working toward.

If that were not enough, a few years later, my X completely fabricated a new story, based on a tubal pregnancy I had, telling my oldest son that I had wanted to abort him! That was to demonize me I am sure. However, thankfully for me, it did not work, and my son (and my other two children) and I have a very good relationship.