The Nothing Compares 2U singer recently revealed on Twitter she had converted to Islam.
Coupled with her religious conversion, was her name change, which saw her shun Sinead O’Connor in favour of Shuhada’ Davitt, which means “martyrs” in Arabic.
Following becoming a Muslim, Shuhada’ flooded her Twitter page with videos of her singing the Azan (Muslim call to prayer), as well as posting her artwork depicting different parts of the scripture.
However, her tweets took an altogether more sinister turn, when she branded white people “disgusting”.
“Up at the top of my page, you’ll see I don’t read replies, so there’s no point writing them you f****** idiots”
She then hit out at a number of religious faiths, including Christianity and Judaism.
Following her offensive tweets, the songstress’ Twitter page completely vanished.
Addressing her sudden social media hiatus in a video a few days ago, Shuhada’ revealed the real reason behind her Twitter silence and why she’s returned.
In a video, which has been viewed over 8.7k times, the 51-year-old said: “I decided to come back to Twitter as I love annoying the white supremacists that are now all over my page.
“I don’t really hate white people, it’s just the way I see it, Twitter would close my account if I said I did because they closed my account for saying I don’t like nuns murdering babies in Ireland.
“I was rather hoping they would close my page if I said I hated white people. But they didn’t.”
She then addressed the “white supremacists who are all over her page”.
Shuhada’ said they “clearly don’t read or spell very well wither by the way”.
She continued: “Up at the top of my page, you’ll see I don’t read replies, so there’s no point writing them you f****** idiots.”
Last year, she sparked concern among her fans when she shared a 12-minute video where she discussed having “suicidal thoughts” and also revealed her struggles with mental illness.
The nineties pop sensation – who was misdiagnosed with bipolar in 2011 – admitted she felt lonely.
The 51-year-old said: “I’m all by myself, there’s absolutely nobody in my life. I’m now living in a Travelodge motel in the a**s end of New Jersey.
“No one except my psychiatrist – who is the sweetest man on Earth who says I’m his hero – and that’s about the only f**king thing keeping me alive at the moment.
“The fact that I’m his bloody hero. And that’s kind of pathetic.”