When I used to speak to my mother, she would often tell me to be in remembrance of Allah as my life would be so much better. One day I snapped at her.
When I was “in remembrance of Allah”, my life was still destructive, or don’t you recall the many times you dragged me across the floor by my hair and punched me in the face for sleeping in? Do you forget the times when I was a child when you would pack all my clothes and drive me to the middle of nowhere, kick me out of the car and leave me stranded for hours at a time?
You are destroying the lives of all your children in the name of Allah. Why? So you can get some brownie points? Is that what is important to you?
My sisters want to make something of themselves, yet you are stopping them. Why? To control them? To make them reliant upon you?
You are a disgrace as a mother and you should be ashamed of yourself. You are a toxic, vile hypocrite who uses fear and manipulation to bully those you say that you love.
You needn’t have to fear your god. Fear your children.
Because the way you are going, you are going to die a lonely miserable death.
Her response was that it was all in my head and that I was bullying her.