My Pathetic Story 

My name is Razak Ibrahim , My father , Mallam Ibrahim is a senior Islamic cleric and an Imam. My father’s view on secular education is so extreme to the extent of making sure all his children are never enrolled in any secular educational institute.

However, he made sure we all have the basic knowledge of the Islamic religion thereby enrolling us in Arabic schools locally referred to here as ‘’ Makaranta’’.

I was not happy with that situation, so I explained my predicament to a prominent man in our area whom after listening to my plight coupled with my determination to be educated, promised to enrolled me in a secular school. The man fulfilled his promise and took me to school and that was what started my problem with my father.

Unknowingly to me, that man was a pastor of a church in a section of the community. The man apart from taken care of my educational needs also does a lot for me. The man managed to convince me into becoming a Christian. I started following the man to his church every Sundays and other worshiping days.

Initially my father who was vehemently opposed to my enrolment into a secular school was not aware that I had defected into the Christian faith until I was spotted by my father’s friend one day coming out of the church with the pastor.

I then anticipated a problem coming as I knew the man would surely informed my father. My father became very furious about what he heard about my newly accepted faith. He first sent for me and enquired to know whether he heard was true or not? I responded that it was true that I had accepted the Christian faith. My admission to the claim angered my father very more and he warned me seriously to denounce my Christian faith and re-accept my Islamic faith which I never agreed to.

Even though before my father I agreed to defect back to the Islamic religion, I never defected . My father’s next move was to send a group of thugs to attack me and the pastor at the church. My father claimed that I had disgraced him as He is an Islamic cleric and as such he doesn’t see reason why his child would chose a different religion.

Me and the pastor were able to escape from the wrath of the thugs sent by my father as we spotted them from afar and sensed danger . The pastor then went with me into hiding at another place.

The pastor who doesn’t want any thing to happen to me did his best and got me a traveling visa to Brazil from where I managed to made it to America through Mexico and other Latin American nations.

I left the shores of Ghana on October 19^th 2016 and arrived in Brazil the same day. After some few months in Brazil , I proceeded with my journey towards the northern part of America and subsequently reached Mexico on 29^th December 2016.

I am now on my way to the Mexico-American border in my bid to enter America to seek for political asylum and for a secure and better life for myself.