Faith & Doubt
1 min
I Left Islam at 21. I Came Back at 26.
It wasn't logic that pulled me away. It was pain. 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 logic 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 loneliness. And it wasn't theology that brought me back. It was silence.
It wasn't logic 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 grief.
It wasn't philosophy that pulled me away. It was anger. And it wasn't theology that brought me back. It was mercy.
It wasn't logic that pulled me away. It was loss. 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.
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 logic that pulled me away. It was anger. And it wasn't theology that brought me back. It was mercy.
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 philosophy that pulled me away. It was exhaustion. And it wasn't theology that brought me back. It was silence.
It wasn't philosophy that pulled me away. It was loneliness. And it wasn't theology that brought me back. It was mercy.