April 2026
I am more than a label
There’s been a growing curiosity lately about the existence of Malay ex-Muslims in Singapore. For some, it’s surprising. For others, it’s uncomfortable. And for a few, it’s outright offensive.
But beneath all that noise, I find myself asking a simple question: Why does this one aspect of my identity seem to outweigh everything else that I am?
I am a son before I am anything else. I am a brother, a friend, someone people rely on and laugh with. I show up for the people in my life not because I am told to, but because I choose to.
The truth is, my identity as an ex-Muslim makes up only a small fraction of who I am. I
t is a personal conclusion I arrived at after years of reflection, questioning, and honesty with myself. It is not a rebellion, nor is it a statement meant to provoke. It is simply where my journey led me.
And yet, for some, that single label becomes the lens through which my entire existence is judged. What often gets overlooked is how I actually live my life. I live as authentically as I can, guided not by religious obligation, but by personal responsibility.
I think about the impact of my actions. I try to be fair, to be kind, to be accountable. Not because I fear punishment or seek reward, but because these values make sense to me as a human being. I’ve learned to exist as a secular citizen in a deeply diverse society.
In Singapore, where different beliefs coexist side by side, harmony isn’t automatic, it’s something we actively maintain. And I don’t take that for granted. Respect, to me, is not conditional. I respect people of faith, just as I hope to be respected in return.
I don’t see belief as a dividing line, but as one of many ways people make sense of the world. So when my existence is seen as offensive, I don’t respond with anger. I see it as a reflection of how deeply identity has been tied to expectation, and how unfamiliar it can feel when someone steps outside of that.
But stepping outside doesn’t mean stepping away from humanity. If anything, it has made me more aware of it. Because at the end of the day, I am not defined by what I no longer believe.
I am defined by how I live, how I treat others, and the values I choose to uphold, freely, consciously, and without compulsion. And perhaps, that is something we can all understand, regardless of what we believe.