‘I was Raised by an Islamist Terror Cult in America’
Monday, May 16, 2016
The Clarion Project has been in contact with a woman who grew up within Jamaat ul-Fuqra, a cultish Sufi Islamist terrorist group that now goes by the name of Muslims of the Americas.
The group is best known for establishing “Islamic villages” on U.S. soil, for example, its “Islamberg” headquarters in New York state.
She has agreed to anonymously come forward with her heartbreaking story. We have removed details for her safety. She provided photographs and specific facts that are unavailable in the public sphere that we subsequently confirmed.
The following is her testimony provided to Clarion Project national
security analyst Ryan Mauro. It is one of the very few first-hand
testimonies from someone who was inside Jamaat ul-Fuqra when it
committed terrorism under that name:
I still know many Muslims and I know
that Jamaat ul-Fuqra is nothing like them, but there are violent ones
who will take issue with what I say and do. They believe you should be
killed if you decide not to be Muslim or practice Islam the way they do
because, to them, it’s “apostasy,” and that’s a capital offense under
Islam. I do believe some of those violent Muslims may attempt to kill
From my point of view as a kid in
Michigan, everything was great even though my mom and dad got a divorce
and I was living with my mom. My first introduction to X [a Fuqra
member] was when he hit me for breaking rules I knew nothing about. My
name was also changed to be Islamic.
We lived at 52 Ferris Street in Highland
Park, Michigan, a three-story building with six apartments on each
floor. The entire building was occupied by black Muslims, some who came
from Detroit. Non-Muslims were not allowed to move in. Armed guards were
at the front entrance.
Living in the building was like living in a Muslim country. We
didn’t go outside much because they didn’t want us to be influenced by
non-Muslims. Us kids didn’t have any friends outside of the building. We
were very poor and slept on the bare floor with no beds. Sometimes we
didn’t have heat or hot water. We didn’t have any furniture whatsoever.
We ate on the floor out of large platters with our fingers. Food was
also sometimes scarce. Read it all here.............