Faith & Doubt
1 min
I Left Islam at 22. I Came Back at 34.
It wasn't science that pulled me away. It was anger. And it wasn't theology that brought me back. It was silence.
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.
It wasn't science that pulled me away. It was anger. And it wasn't theology that brought me back. It was silence.
It wasn't science that pulled me away. It was pain. And it wasn't theology that brought me back. It was beauty.
It wasn't science that pulled me away. It was anger. And it wasn't theology that brought me back. It was mercy.
It wasn't science that pulled me away. It was pain. And it wasn't theology that brought me back. It was silence.
It wasn't philosophy that pulled me away. It was exhaustion. And it wasn't theology that brought me back. It was beauty.
It wasn't science that pulled me away. It was loss. And it wasn't theology that brought me back. It was silence.
It wasn't science that pulled me away. It was anger. And it wasn't theology that brought me back. It was grief.
It wasn't logic that pulled me away. It was loss. And it wasn't theology that brought me back. It was community.
It wasn't logic that pulled me away. It was anger. And it wasn't theology that brought me back. It was community.
It wasn't atheism that pulled me away. It was exhaustion. And it wasn't theology that brought me back. It was mercy.
It wasn't atheism that pulled me away. It was pain. And it wasn't theology that brought me back. It was beauty.
It wasn't science that pulled me away. It was exhaustion. And it wasn't theology that brought me back. It was beauty.