*Since the release of this article  yesterday- 


there’s been numerous speculation, lies and fabrications spread about us on social media by some of the Pakistani community, although much of the response has been positive. This is our story, here is the account.

In 2008 we were approached by a filmmaker company called ‘Dispatches’ who were looking for case studies in their documentary of Christian converts from Islam across Britain. An estimated 3000 converts reside in the UK, many of which are ‘underground Christians’ a term labelled to those practising their faith in secrecy due to the dire consequences and stigma attached to leaving Islam for Christianity. Many converts are ostracised from their families, friends and communities and are forced to go into hiding, living in constant fear of being found and apprehended, beaten up, forced to revert back to Islam. I have personally met and heard of converts who have had to change their identities, national insurance numbers and change their addresses and contact numbers. Abandoning Islam costs you everything.

Freshly wounded from the daily trauma of our last residence, my Dad felt passionately about participating in this documentary. All of us knew and will forever know what it means to be apostates in an apparently Christian country, all of understand persecution at its core. I suppose there was the hope that perhaps, finally, through this documentary there would be an awakening; an awareness of the treatment of Christian converts – especially in light of police inaction and the lack of government policies in addressing and tackling this crisis.

Soon after the documentary aired in 2008 did the second round of persecution begin to unfold. I refer to it as the ‘second round’ since our current residence is the second family home in Bradford under which we’re enduring persecution. We were instantly shunned and faced immediate hostility from the Pakistani families on our street. There are approximately 6 Pakistani Muslim families on our street and upon seeing the documentary, became aware that we were not the Muslim family they’d assumed us to be – worse yet we used to be that Muslim family- and their contempt continues to this day.

It’s simply not plausible to recall or give an account of every incident of persecution from 2008 to present day. That’s a book all on its own. Instead to give an idea of how our quality of life hasn’t improved from the initial days of anti-Christian contempt, I’ll be outlining certain incidents throughout the years to date.

The initial hostile stares, glares and refusal to acknowledge our existence on our street soon became internalised and I personally was relieved at this reaction towards my apostate family. Of course it’s never pleasant, especially come Eid where they would exchange food dishes ostentatiously whilst deliberately ignoring our house. All pleasantries soon stopped, the initial warm exchange of ‘Aslam alikum’ turned into ‘good morning’ as we no longer became worthy of the Islamic greeting. This was replaced with pure indifference by way of their silence and averted gazes. However, given the physical confrontations, smashed car and house windows and a burned house from our past area, this treatment of us paled in comparison and we thought nothing of it. By now it’s to be expected.

We got wind of a planned Telegraph & Argus story, in which a story would be released to say that the Hussain family had been welcomed into our new area, in order to reduce the effect of the Dispatches documentary. We were completely baffled by this news and once Dad rung the newspaper office to inquire more information, it transpired that a family of 7 brothers, 4 sisters and who lived 3 doors down away had taken offence at our participation in the apostasy documentary and wanted to say their piece. This particular family would go on to give us trouble to this very day and I will later be referring to that but at first our involvement in the 2008 documentary needs to be clarified and addressed.  Nothing of offence is said of Islam in the documentary, it was merely a study of apostates in the UK, who have left Islam specifically for Christianity and the documentary merely highlighted the persecution and treatment of such British converts that follows as a result. At the time of its release, it entailed our plight from our former area and had nothing to do with the current Muslim community. Yet for reasons we can’t fathom, this particular family a few doors down took offence and 2008 was the beginning of a vengeful campaign to repeat our experiences from our previous residence in order to drive us from our home once again. I’ll refer to them as the A Family. It should be stated that the proposed counter-newspaper story did not go ahead as my Dad refused to go along with it.

There’s no need to go into detail into the constant maligning of us in the street by this family in question. My father befriended a Muslim in the neighbourhood who remains the only outspoken critic of our treatment and who has refused to partake in this campaign to cleanse us from our home. Through this man we have heard of countless attempts to try and break his friendship with Dad by family A. He became one vessel through which the maligning of us was verified, as he was told numerous times not to mix with a family who were ‘anti-Islam’.

Life at school for my youngest sister became increasingly unbearable. She’d come home in tears, weeping that her Pakistani classmates had turned on her and weren’t allowed to associate themselves with a Christian – something I knew all too well. Dad could never comprehend the hostility in he found himself in the school playground as he collected my sister, nor why he would receive glares and jostles as he walked by certain parents. Until one day when he was approached by one parent to say ‘you haven’t said anything offensive about Islam! I’ve researched you on Youtube’. Seeing Dad’s baffled expression he explained that one of the brothers of family A had many of the school parents convinced that Dad was anti-Islamic and was preaching hatred on Youtube. However, upon his own research and refusal to rely on this ‘information’ of Dad, this parent – Muslim himself- proved to be a loyal supporter, berating any school parent who treated Dad with contempt. The school situation deteriorated to the point where the brother of Family A stormed up to Dad provocatively, threatening to kill him in order to goad him into a fight. That incident marked official police involvement in our lives yet again. Numerous meetings have been set up with school leaders, police officers and religious leading figures in the community, to achieve the most politically correct of outcomes: nothing.

This contempt for us proliferated to a raw and personal level. From 2008 to present day my youngest siblings have been prohibited from riding their bikes outside our front property and along our street. Upon every attempt, the children of family A have been on standby to hurl jeers, curses and providing a physical obstacle to their play. My baby brother was born in 2007, born into a situation where he can’t even play outside the front of his own home. I was 7 years old when I experienced the exact same thing. The sickening sense of de ja vu is unreal.

The years 2008-2014 have swept by with a catalogue of deeply exhausting events. Having read comments under articles about my family I have learnt not to expect people to believe our ordeal. They simply don’t know us, aren’t aware that apostasy is a growing issue in their country and quite blatantly can’t bring themselves to accept our story. I’ve grown to no longer be hurt by this, nor become bitter to this fact and be consumed by their ignorance. I have no agenda, I hold no hatred towards even those Muslims who are cause of our situation. I simply am committed to raising the apostate flag, realising how imperative, how vital it is for those Christians in chains for their faith in oppressed nations, for those on death row, beaten, tortured and killed – all unknown and ignored. I have grown in my faith, having never taught to be religious – but grown to understand what it means to have a personal relationship with God through sheer and relentless persecution. But it has by no means been easy.

Numerous altercations would continue, the need to provoke us seemed top agenda to family A. My mother couldn’t even weed her own front garden without a congregation of family A members, kicking balls into our garden, coming into our garden to sit on the benches and directly insult our family. I cannot articulate and express the uselessness of the police. That’s also a book all on its own and Bradford is no stranger to police inaction due to fear of a third Pakistani riot. Threats of death, chants and fights have become daily routine, particularly escalating in 2014 when our family car was smashed twice in the month of Ramadan.

Our car was smashed twice in July 2014, within 2 weeks of each other and the second car smashing brought about a truly ugly turn in all our years of persecution. A colossal bang woke the entire house up in the early hours of 27th July 2014, I date I specifically remember as I was due for an operation to correct damage done to my retinal nerve on my left finger. When you grow up with frequent smashings your first thought is to grab a bucket and clear the glass shards strewn across the pavement. Nobody gives an ounce of thought to call the police, scream in disbelief and question who may have done it anymore. In actual fact Dad had sprung to the bedroom window in time to see the back of the individual and recognised his affiliation with family A. Later the police dismissed this for lack of evidence and wouldn’t even agree to questioning the suspect. This ‘burden of proof’ card has been played too many times in our experience. We know what this wishy-washy statement means. Hazard a guess yourself. I know who smashed our cars. The same people who have gone out of their way to avenge our conversion to Christianity, the same people who no doubt re-watched the Dispatches documentary enough times to take notes into how to re-enact the car smashings of our previous residence.

Another brother of family A was conveniently out on the street at 5am, ostentatiously taking an interest in all his family members’ cars. Bizarrely he then decided to strap on a rucksack and proceed to cycle past us, up and down the street and around the block. He then upturned his bicycle, tinkering around with his wheel whilst paying attention to us cleaning the glass from within the car and on the pavement. I was scheduled for my operation from 7am onwards so Dad was desperately trying to conceal the broken damage done to his front windscreen, as this was the only family car to drive me to the hospital in. Some time later, a disabled neighbour ambled down the street towards us and greeted Dad before continuing on his way towards the brother of family A.

Things erupted. The brother had clearly taken offence that another Muslim neighbour had acknowledged Dad and he became what can only be described as possessed. Profanities spewed from his mouth, cursing this poor passerby and shoving him aggressively, snarling at him to ‘fuck off and go back there’ – ‘there’ – being back the way he came. This poor man’s screams struck a nerve with my Dad and he tried to push past me to help. Something snapped within me and I pushed my Dad back, pulling out my phone to record the entire episode, realising that finally this ‘burden of proof’ may achieve something. Dad soon cottoned on and whipped out his own phone to call the police. Noticing that I was filming him, the brother of family A shifted his attention to us as a family, by then my mother and sister had joined the scene given the commotion erupting outside our property.

In pure rage at being filmed, this possessed man spat a tide of abuse, from the usual anti-Christian venom of being ‘pigs’ to then screaming at Mum, my sister and me that he was going to get us ‘fucked by the Pakis’, thrusting his hips to emphasise his point. Every female member of our family was going to raped according to this man, including my Dad’s mother. He cursed us for moving into the area, telling us to ‘fuck off back to Birmingham’ and detailing just how hated we were by the Pakistani community – ‘If you ever returned to your own family Nissar, they would fuck you up! I’ll make sure you get fucked up by the Pakis’. What was particularly disgusting was that at the time this man was a youth worker and drove a van under the banner ‘every child matters’. Yet there he was on the morning of July 27 calling my 17 year sister a ‘bitch’ when she stood by my side to record his hateful fit. In short, he was arrested and after being taken to court, officially charged with 2 public order offences in April 2015. As was to be expected the charges of religious hate were dropped in court.

In this year alone, the family car has been smashed a further 4 times, bringing the total number to 6 times, not including my brother’s blue Vauxhall (as seen in the Daily Mail article). The latest car smashing was on 1 September 2015. Threats, intimidation and abuse continues, precisely why we are on the verge of moving out for a second time. Bradford is not what is used to be. As far as I’m concerned, let them have it – the stage has been set for bigger blessings for us anyway!


  1. Anniesa Hussain,
    Dear Madam. You, your parents and you whole family are in our thoughts and prayers. My wife and I cannot imagine what you all are going through. I’m sure that by now, you have come to realise that the Protestant church in the United Kingdom is dead. They have conveniently replaced the New Commandment with the “great commission”and therefore evangelising has replaced loving your neighbour as yourself. This is not biblical.
    Like you and your family, my wife and I have being living in spiritual isolation now for a good many years, which I am delighted to say has turned into a great blessing as we have gone back to the original Protestant teachings of John Calvin reading “the institutes of the Christian Religion” and studying the bible with the support of John Calvin’s 22 Commentaries.
    Should your father wish to contact me for fellowship via email I would be very happy to help.


    1. Dear Neil.

      Thank-you for firstly reading this blog post and contacting me. Your words are extremely true unfortunately and it would be wonderful to put you into contact with my father. My e-mail address is anniesa94@gmail.com and I can then forward your e-mail onto him? God Bless you!


    1. I read your article on your thoughts of this ongoing ordeal through your comment on this blog post. At a time where real, vocalised support is lacking for the apostates, I was truly blessed to read your supporting and benign article. What I must clarify though is that we have taken so long to consider moving due to the fact that our persecution has continued from our previous residence and seems to follow us everywhere in Bradford. Since this is not an Islamic country we have felt strongly not to be intimidated and speak out. However we realise one family in the wider context of a non-responsive police force and ignorant and appeasing government cannot bring about consequences about our treatment. Moving out will be a slow process I anticipate as I have siblings in their crucial years of schooling and figuring where to move is proving a conundrum. Thank-you once again. God Bless!


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