Faith & Doubt
1 min
I Left Islam at 19. I Came Back at 26.
It wasn't philosophy that pulled me away. It was exhaustion. And it wasn't theology that brought me back. It was beauty.
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 philosophy that pulled me away. It was exhaustion. And it wasn't theology that brought me back. It was beauty.
It wasn't philosophy that pulled me away. It was pain. And it wasn't theology that brought me back. It was grief.
Everyone assumed the imam’s daughter had the strongest faith. Nobody knew I’d been faking it for six years.
It wasn't philosophy 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 loss. And it wasn't theology that brought me back. It was silence.
It wasn't atheism that pulled me away. It was loneliness. And it wasn't theology that brought me back. It was silence.
It wasn't philosophy that pulled me away. It was pain. And it wasn't theology that brought me back. It was silence.
It wasn't science that pulled me away. It was loneliness. And it wasn't theology that brought me back. It was grief.
It wasn't logic that pulled me away. It was anger. And it wasn't theology that brought me back. It was beauty.
It wasn't philosophy that pulled me away. It was loss. And it wasn't theology that brought me back. It was community.
When the 2004 tsunami took everything, one thing remained — my grandmother’s Quran, open and untouched.
It wasn't philosophy that pulled me away. It was loss. And it wasn't theology that brought me back. It was grief.