A former Muslim family who converted to Christianity claim they are being driven out of their home for the second time by Muslim persecutors. Nissar Hussain, his wife Kubra and their six children said they have suffered an appalling ordeal at the hands of neighbours who regard them as blasphemers.
They are effectively prisoners in their own home after being attacked in the street, having their car windscreens repeatedly smashed and eggs thrown at their windows. Mr Hussain, 49, has even given up his career as a nurse due to the effect on his health.
Police have been called numerous times to deal with the trouble but are said to be reluctant to treat the problem as a religious hate crime.
The Daily Mail first reported the family’s ordeal in 2005 when they accused Muslims of a campaign of ethnic cleansing against them. A year later they moved to a different part of Bradford to start again. Neighbours welcomed them into the community and all was well until Mr Hussain took part in a Channel 4 Dispatches TV documentary about the mistreatment of Muslim converts, which was screened in 2008.
They were recognised by a large Muslim family of seven brothers and four sisters living on the same street and were immediately ostracised.
Flashpoints include an incident in March this year when Mr Hussain ended up grappling with a man who ‘threatened and confronted’ his wife. Police were called and Mr Hussain was arrested and spent 12 hours in police cells before being released without charge.
Over the last year, Mr Hussain has had his car windscreen smashed six times at a cost of £5,000. His eldest son, a final year medical student, has also had his windscreen smashed.
Mr Hussain said his wife, 45, and children Issar, 23, Anniesa, 21, Sarah, 19, Miriam, 17, Leena and Isaaq, seven, have faced harassment and abuse on almost a daily basis. The family were denounced as ‘apostates’ – a term used for those who renounce a religion for another – which in some hardline Islamic countries is punishable with death.
Meet Emily:
To add to the problem, Muslim men are now harassing her by sitting in cars outside her home and ringing her doorbell. The police have done nothing at all in all this time – literally 20 years – and nothing recently despite the fact that the Muslim neighbour also threatened to behead the policeman who attended in July. All the police did was offer her a ‘safe house’ in a hostel on a street where her abusers used to take her to be raped and 300 yards from a Mosque. Hardly suited to someone who was raped, abused and bought and sold for sex from primary age by Muslims.
Whilst councils can’t ‘afford’ to pay to help people like Emily, our Prime Minister is inviting 20,000 more Muslims to share in our wealth, most likely to get free housing and benefits. Emily is not beyond help – but nobody is helping her.
The note below is what Emily:
To the medical professionals who did nothing,
Were you blind to my bruises,multiple sexually transmitted infections(you kept telling me to use protection, well I wasn’t allowed. You gave me treatment,I took the medication but how could it work when I was being raped by the same men very day) multiple pregnancies and terminations,some literally forced,the hundreds of cuts on my body,my multiple suicide attempts.
Were you deaf to my plea’s for help? Did you even listen when I told you what was happening? No. You had me down as a sex worker. Just like everybody else I suppose.
I came to the emergency room so many times begging for help. My wrists bleeding. You made me feel like I was wasting your time. It didn’t take me too long to give up on asking for your help.
I didn’t self harm for attention. I did in an attempt to keep men’s eyes off me, and to make my body untouchable. It didn’t really work though.
To the psychiatrist who said she “didn’t know how much was fact or fiction ” when I confided in you that I was being raped and trafficked.
Do you ever think about me when you see on the news, girls telling their stories. Stories just like what I told you. It wasn’t in the news back then. Do you still think I made that up? I bet you don’t even remember me.
To the teachers who didn’t notice,
Did you never wonder why I refused to do physical education ? I’ll tell you why.
I couldn’t get changed in that open changing room,in front of the entire class. My body was covered in bruises from being beaten with a chain. Kicked in the ribs. Bruises on my wrists and arms from being held down by grown men. Cuts on my thighs and arms,belly and chest.
Do you remember all the detentions you gave me for refusing?
To the school as a whole,
Did you never wonder why I missed so much school? While you were teaching students maths,science.english.. I was in a cold room of a half renovated flat. Lying naked on a bed while approximately 8 men were taking turns raping me. Over and over.
It’s not that I didn’t want to learn. Where do you think I’d rather be? In that flat? Or in school?
To the parents who kept their kids away from me because I was a bad influence,I would have done everything to keep your child from being in the situation I was in. One of the parents who absolutely hated me, I took several punishments because I wouldn’t let your daughter go anywhere with the men who wanted her. The same men raping me. I paid the price , but you don’t know about that. Neither does your daughter.
To the kids who made fun of me and called me a psycho because I had a nervous breakdown and because you had heard I self harmed. I had good reason. You made things even more hopeless, I felt less of a human than ever.
To the police who told my mother I was a known prostitute when she came to you for help.. I was a child. Is there such thing a child prostitute?
To the officer who attended our home to speak to me about my situation. I will never forget how angry you were with me, telling me that if I testify against my rapists and traffickers that you couldn’t offer me any protection and that I would have to get used to your very upsetting questions as that’s what I’d have to deal with in court. You were the most insensitive officer I ever met,and the only reason I can think of for you being how you were, is that maybe you were covering up out of fear of causing racial tension? Or maybe it was too much paperwork for you. You made a very important decision for me that day never to trust the police again.
To the politically correct government who refuse to see that muslims are a problem, the idiots that think Islam is compatible with our ways? Think again. Open your eyes to the million girls already raped and trafficked by Pakistani muslim gangs.
Promises made. They never seem to happen.
I wait and I wait. I wait for justice, it’s never served, I wait to be moved by emergency transfer…meanwhile my rapists and traffickers are free to bang on my door, hang around my home and intimidate me…harass me,without punishment. I have given the police so many names so long ago. Nothing has been done. You do fuck all. It feels like this will never end.
I could expose names but I’m not going to do that, you will all know who you are.
Too little done,too much to deal with, and now it’s too late.
