I was born and raised Muslim.
I know the prayers whispered before sleep,
the rhythm of fasting,
the rules that pressed against my skin like a second layer of clothing.
But knowing does not mean obeying without question.
Faith is not silence.
Devotion is not surrender of thought.
And I will not pretend that every verse, every practice, is sacred simply because most Arab men, and even women, defend it.
Polygamy.
That word is dressed in holiness, wrapped in God’s name, and paraded as if it were a gift.
But beneath the veil, it is nothing more than a system upheld by most Arab men,
to serve most Arab men,
to gratify their penis while women are told to bow and call it divine.
They speak with pride of the Prophet’s many wives
forty-four, maybe MORE, who fucking knows… some heartbreakingly young.
They boast.
They defend.
They glorify.
And when unease rises, they soothe themselves with excuses:
It was a different time. It was for the protection of women. It was political.
But peel away the layers and the truth is simple:
it was about power, raw lust, and domination.
And here is the question that burns:
If Islam claims to complete what came before,
to follow the thread of Christianity and Judaism,
then why did none of the previous prophets, Noah, Abraham, Moses, or even Jesus, practice this, even though they lived in far harsher, more brutal times?
If this faith was truly about progression,
why cling to a practice that reduces women to vessels and is defended and glorified by most Arab men, even if they themselves never practice it?
The answer is not divine.
It is human.
It is most Arab men.
It is lust, RAW lust, disguised as law.
Religion became the mask.
Desire was the driver.
And women were the price.
Even today the echo is loud.
Most Arab men defend polygamy,
they glorify it,
they excuse it
the belief that their penis, their urges, are too mighty to restrain,
too holy to deny.
So the system bends,
always bending to accommodate most Arab men,
while most women break under its weight, brainwashed to think it’s a man’s God-given right.
This is not faith.
This is not holy.
This is patriarchy stitched into scripture,
asking us to bow to desire and call it God.
I was born and raised Muslim.
I know its rules,
its demands,
its silences.
But I will not accept everything placed in my hands as sacred.
To question is not betrayal.
To refuse is not sin.
And until we name polygamy for what it is
a system defended by most Arab men to feed their lust while masking domination as devotion
women will keep paying the price for most Arab men’s pride.
