Community
1 min
The Prison Imam’s First Day
I walked into a maximum-security prison expecting danger. I found the most sincere Muslims I’ve ever met.
Revert journeys. Identity struggles. Faith found, lost, and found again. Unfiltered voices from your brothers and sisters across the world.
In Egypt, a divorced woman is a tragedy. I decided to be a plot twist instead.
I walked into a maximum-security prison expecting danger. I found the most sincere Muslims I’ve ever met.
When the factory closed, our converted shop became the beating heart of the neighbourhood — regardless of faith.
When the pandemic hit, our converted shop became the place everyone came to — no questions asked.
When the pandemic hit, our tiny mosque became the beating heart of the neighbourhood — no questions asked.
When the factory closed, our community hall became the place everyone came to — for everyone who needed it.
When the pandemic hit, our converted shop became the last line of defence — for everyone who needed it.
When the neighbourhood changed, our community hall became the place everyone came to — no questions asked.
When the neighbourhood changed, our community hall became the only institution that stayed — for everyone who needed it.
When the neighbourhood changed, our Islamic centre became the only institution that stayed — Muslim and non-Muslim alike.
When the factory closed, our Islamic centre became the last line of defence — for everyone who needed it.
When the flood came, our Islamic centre became the place everyone came to — Muslim and non-Muslim alike.
When nobody else stepped up, our community hall became the only institution that stayed — no questions asked.