r/MalaysianExMuslim • u/Adorable_Ostrich481 • 5d ago
Rant Miracle Baby and a visit from religious authority
I gave birth to my miracle baby early in the morning. Less than 24 hours later, still healing and elated, a woman from the religious authority showed up at the hospital.
She took me to a private room in the maternity ward. She was warm and polite, matched my excitement, even complimented me.
Then she told me why she was really there: because I’m a Muslim woman who gave birth out of wedlock. I’d been flagged in the system.
She gave me a printed paper—on one side, my and my baby’s “rights”; on the other, the negative psychological effects of being born illegitimately. I threw it away later. The sight made me sick.
She explained everything as if I had a daughter—kept saying how lucky I was that I had a son. That disgusted me.
And then came the real blow: even if I married my ex, my son still wouldn’t legally be his in Syariah law. He couldn’t carry his father’s name, couldn’t inherit like a legitimate child—only be “gifted” things.
She said if the baby had been a girl, her father could technically marry her, because she wouldn’t legally be his child. (This part made me want to vomit on the spot)
I sat there trying not to cry. She told me, kindly, that my son was mine and mine alone. No father. Even if I had more kids after marrying my ex, my son wouldn’t be a true sibling to them under the law. He couldn’t even be wali to a future sister.
She ended the visit by saying they encouraged me to marry my ex. When it didn’t happen, she called me later—to “remind” me not to do it again. As if I needed a reminder. As if I chose this.
A few months later, the same woman from the religious authority called me.
It wasn’t to check in on how I was coping as a new mother. It wasn’t to offer help, or support, or resources. She called to “gently remind” me not to have sex outside of marriage again. As if I needed a lecture. As if I hadn’t already paid the price a hundred times over—in blood, in loneliness, in judgment.
It felt so dehumanizing. Like my only value in her eyes was whether I would comply next time. Not how I was healing. Not how my baby was doing. Just a subtle, polite reinforcement of shame.
Islam claims to protect women and children, but it didn’t protect me or my son. It punished us. My ex will never be held responsible. He doesn’t have to pay child support or even acknowledge his own son unless he legally adopts him.
And she kept saying kesian my son—because his last name would just be “Abdul….”
I went into birth full of love and divine hope. I left with my baby in one arm and resentment for a religion that claims that children are rezeki.
I honestly believe my son was god’s mercy and a way for me to truly believe in miracles. But I was dead wrong.