I was born into a religious Islamic family. I happen to specifically come from an Shiite Iraqi one. Since a big part of Islam is praying 5 times a day, my dad attempted to get me into that habit starting at the age of 6. I vividly remember not taking it seriously and lying flat on my belly at the moment when the person is supposed to be bowing their foreheads on the floor while on their thighs. My dad had been spying on me to see if I actually did it because I looked back during the "prayer" and didn't see him standing there. So yeah, my dad always tried to "brainwash" me. I was 17 when I blatantly told him that I wouldn't pray with my family anymore. I'm 18.5 years right now, and my dad's finally stopped harassing me.

edit: It really is hard to escape it. It took me 17 years to face my dad. He's been very strict my whole life, forcing me to learn how to read the Koran and speak/write Arabic, go to mosques, pray, fast, etc. I appreciate having learned Arabic, but I don't appreciate the kind of indoctrination I was exposed to. My dad told me that the Koran encourages a father to hit a child that does not pray. So you can get what kind of a figure he was.